Living on the side of a mountain, we didn't get out much. But there was the monthly trip to town to buy groceries at the Cody Trading Post. Mom would have a list of all the things that we needed to hold us for another month. There would be groceries, the staples–baking supplies--flour in print cotton bags, sugar, baking powder, and salt. If there was enough money maybe some new spices. Then a trip to the mercantile store, mostly just to look, but sometimes Mom would purchase a yard or two of a new calico, or plaid fabric that would become a new dress or shirt for the boys. Sometimes we would stop at the hardware store for nails or screws for a carpentry project that Daddy had in mind. Occasionally a visit to a saddle shop for buckles or hardware needed to repair the tack.
If time and money were left we were allowed to go to Ben Franklin’s Five and Dime Store with a quarter to spend on anything that we wanted. We were always amazed at what the store held for us. The boys would look for cars, other manly toys, or candy, and we girls would be drawn to the dolls, and all the finery that they had. There were little puzzles and of course pencils and paper, my choice. On the way home we would compare treasures, each sure that theirs was the best. But I knew that I had made the best choice, no matter what the others said.