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Bv FRANCES BISHOPP
Rappahannock New. Staff Writer
There is no small business that captures the essence of a small town more than its general store. It is the place where neighbors meet and greet one another every day, sharing the latest news of the town, their jobs, their children and their lumbago.
In Washington, Va., Paul and Curie Baldwin, owners of Baldwin’s grocery store, have been running their business in just such a manner. On any given day, you are apt to find area residents buying their cigarettes, milk and bread in the oldfashioned establishment, while stopping to exchange a bit of conversation with the friendly folks who work there or with each other, sitting outside, with a soft drink or a cup of coffee.
“You know if you eat salt every time you eat sugar, you don’t have to worry about how much sugar you eat,” said one fellow to his friend as they lounged out in front of the store one sunny morning last week. “Yea,” replied his dubious friend, “but that wouldn’t do much for my high blood pressure.”
Whether it is your health, your job or the weather that is bugging you that particular day, the chances are that down at Baldwin’s store, you are going to find someone to commiserate with. Everyone knows everyone and there is always a cheerful face to wait on you.
Paul, Cucie, Margaret Bright or Brenda Jenkins will know that you always eat that ham sandwich on wheat bread, plus, if you want something special, they will go out of their way to get it for you.
A big, friendly bear of a man, Paul Baldwin met his wife Cucie, who is Vietnamese, as he was completing his sixth tour of duty in Vietnam in the Army.
Married 20 years now with two children, Tommy and Theresa, the
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