Showing posts with label Sibleys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sibleys. Show all posts

Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Ben Franklin










The Mathews County Visitor and Information Center is in the store formerly known as Sibley's.











We used to buy seeds and stuff for the garden from Mr. Cecil Sibley back in the 1970s.
The store is now a wealth of local information and art.
(Even if you're a From Here, you should stop in.  Lots and lots of good stuff.)












Next to Sibley's (aka the Visitor Center) is what used to be the Ben Franklin.









The old Ben Franklin is being renovated to become an annex of the library 
(which used to be Farmers Bank of Mathews with a drive-through window).





The old Ben Franklin and the library 



I have such fond memories of  Sibley's, the bank and the Ben Franklin.

Click here for a 2009 blog post about our Ben Franklin.  Any mention of the store causes flash backs to the toy aisle dead center and all the plastic flowers on the right as you walked in.

I never could understand why anyone would want to purchase plastic flowers. Confession: I possess plastic flowers and keep them hidden away in the guest bathroom. And the corner of the dining room.  I could write all night about how much I hate fake flowers, but the fact that I own some would make my argument meaningless. I'm pretty sure I bought them when I lived in the city, but why have I kept them if I sort of despise them? That we've spent this much time on fake flowers is troubling. Let's return to the blog post, which is begging to come to a merciful close whether its writer is dwelling on the whole concept of fake flowers or not.

Click here for a 2010 post about downtown Mathews, which is an oxymoron references the bank, Fleet's restaurant and an odd little habit we had of closing down half a day on Wednesdays.

There is at least one Ben Franklin left (click here) which we pass every time we go to Avon, NC,  for summer vacation.

I'm glad our former Ben Franklin is being put to such good use and will soon be full of life--and memories--once again.


Does anyone have Ben Franklin memories to share?