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    August 6, 2009

    My mother and father-in-law have owned a cosmetics studio and clothing boutique in downtown Tuna for the past 30 years.  In addition to selling makeup and outfitting the local church ladies, they have provided a number of other services to the locals.

    Up until a few years ago, an older lady named Leona would come in every other week or so with her checkbook and hand it over to George.  Leona couldn’t read or write a lick so she brought her checkbook in and George would balance her statement and tell her how much money she had and write out whatever checks needed to be written.

    Another lady came in to the store three times a week for seven years. She never bought anything, but she needed some place to be for the three hours her husband took dialysis.  She drove in from some outlying area and after she dropped her husband off at the hospital,  she would stop in at the store and hang out.  George and Cleo offered her a comfortable chair, a place to put her feet up, something to drink, some fudge if George had made some that week, but mostly they offered her some place to be.

    Occasionally you’d get a crazy older lady who would come out of the dressing room asking for a bigger size wearing nothing but her bra and a pair of stretch pants.  George would duck quietly out the front door because he is a gentleman.

    I’ve been thinking about Memaw’s store a lot lately and the cast of characters that have come in and out of there over the years.  Memaw is in her mid-80s and still works that store most days.  I’ve been after her to retire.  Although I don’t know what could possibly fill the void that she would leave behind on Main Street.

    The following post was published in November of 2006

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    Therapy With A Side Of Cold Cream

    My mother-in-law, Cleo, has owned a cosmetics and clothing business on Main Street in downtown Tuna for more than 25 years. She has enjoyed a fair measure of success for a variety of reasons.

    One, she can flat out sell. That woman could sell the devil a Bible and then he would order a few more for gifts. Two, Papa George stands squarely behind her, encouraging her and supporting her every step of the way. Three, she understands that she is not selling clothes and cosmetics, but hope and dreams. And four, the good people of Tuna need some place where they can get therapy and a makeover at the same time.

    A bell tied to the front door, clinkles and clankles, announcing the arrival of each customer. She greets them by name. “Helloooow there! Come in!” she calls from behind the counter looking over the top of her rhinestone bifocals. She asks about their children, their grandchildren. She knows them.

    Usually the first customer of the day is some old farmer wearing bib overalls. That might seem odd if you were at the mall, but no one in downtown Tuna blinks an eye to see a farmer in a boutique. His wife has sent him in with an empty powder compact that he pulls out of the pocket on the front of his overalls. Cleo knows exactly what to replace it with without even looking at it. His wife has bought the same product in the same shade for the last 25 years.

    He pulls up a stool at the makeover counter to rest and chat. He leans on his cane and Cleo leans on the counter to hear the latest. His wife has cancer, but she is hanging in there he says. Cleo listens and offers him a piece of homemade fudge. There’s nothing that George’s fudge won’t make better. Cleo rings up the makeup and walks him to the door. “You hang in there now. We’re a’prayin’ for you,” she says as he makes his way out the door.

    Ever so often, some young gal will come in with her head hanging low. She’ll pull up a stool at the cosmetics counter and pour out her woes all over the eye shadow counter. Like a good bartender, Cleo listens. Her husband has left her. He took the dog. Cleo gives her a piece of homemade fudge and pats her arm.

    Fifteen minutes later, her woes have been replaced with a new face and a new blouse. When you’re living your life out in a country and western song, a bag of cosmetics and a new blouse will fix most all that ails you. She hugs Cleo as she leaves the store. “Keep your chin up gal!” Cleo calls to her. She has made a customer and she has made a friend.

    You just can’t get that at the mall.

    * * * *

    The entire Tuna series can be found at the Best of Antique Mommy

    18 Comments »

    1. Lisa Beth W. says:

      I know I would just LOVE to meet Memaw and Papa George. 🙂 God bless ’em.

      August 6th, 2009 at 10:56 pm

    2. Jenny says:

      What wonderful people. We need more of them. I wish we had the small-town-family attitude here in the city, er, suburb…whatever. I believe that love and friendliness would go a long way in curing our ills.

      August 7th, 2009 at 12:56 am

    3. Janmary, N Ireland says:

      Love to hear these memories – capturing a slice of life in a snapshot.

      August 7th, 2009 at 2:42 am

    4. Lisa B. says:

      No you CANNOT get that at the mall or at WalMart! Unfortunately, those places have destroyed our little downtown shops…I really miss them too!

      August 7th, 2009 at 6:17 am

    5. Especially Heather says:

      Love to hear that there are still people (and stores) out there like that. They sound like amazing genuine caring people and further more, you sound so very proud to call them family…

      As you should be.
      -H

      August 7th, 2009 at 8:52 am

    6. The Bug says:

      That was really nice – and now I want a piece of fudge. Hmmm – Cincinnati Ohio to Tuna – could I get there by lunchtime? Probably not.

      August 7th, 2009 at 9:43 am

    7. Quinn says:

      You are such a palate-cleanser after last night’s “Real Housewives of Atlanta.” No one in Tuna is going to get into weave-pulling scratch match and threaten to call Pookie.

      August 7th, 2009 at 10:14 am

    8. Kathy Anderson says:

      Love the Tuna series and going to small towns to visit the shops. You never know who you might meet and strike up a conversation with. I must not have stumbled onto Tuna yet, because I’ve never been offered a piece of home-made fudge. I’ll keep looking though.

      August 7th, 2009 at 10:52 am

    9. zoom says:

      What a lesson for us all. We can all have a ministry in our corner of the world. What sweet saints that walk among us.

      August 7th, 2009 at 10:55 am

    10. Sarah says:

      what lovely granparents…what a gift…

      August 7th, 2009 at 12:04 pm

    11. My Home Sweet Home says:

      I really love this; sounds like a wonderful little place in this crazy world.

      August 7th, 2009 at 12:13 pm

    12. Sir Nottaguy-Imadad says:

      I love small towns. My hometown was like Mayberry, only smaller. Even though we have “moved up” to our county seat, it still has a small town feel to it. I lived in the “big city” of Columbus, Ohio for a couple months after I got married. I couldn’t handle it.(Columbus, not marriage)

      August 7th, 2009 at 5:59 pm

    13. Amy Bayliss says:

      Oh my… I so want to go visit now. That is so touching… really. I love it.

      August 7th, 2009 at 6:09 pm

    14. Deanna says:

      So glad I stopped by today! Great post!

      August 7th, 2009 at 7:15 pm

    15. The G-Ma says:

      Your Tuna series (I want to say casserole but won’t) is like a blanket of peace and gentleness to drape the pointy parts of daily life. And Tuna, in its own reality, does.

      There’s such a tradeoff here: you get but you gotta give up too. Most of our scales are weighted to the WalMart/Home Depot sides of life.

      AM, you are blessed with the affection you hold for these kind people whose clan you entered at marriage. It could have been so different.

      August 7th, 2009 at 8:07 pm

    16. Roxanne says:

      Them’s good people.

      August 8th, 2009 at 10:34 am

    17. Liz says:

      I think I need the recipe for George’s Fix-it-all fudge!!

      August 9th, 2009 at 8:17 am

    18. Kathie says:

      Oh i hope she holds off retiring until the end of October. I will be
      visiting my sister in Texas and and have already made plans
      to go to Tuna.

      August 10th, 2009 at 8:26 am

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