This is a long rambling post but it has a point, community and kin.
Central to the town is the Maybell General Store. This was recently on Facebook.
With all the new
updates at the Maybell Store, I think this would be a great time to share some
notes written by Ole C. Barber with permission from the present day Barbers. I
believe these notes were written in 1985.
Ole stated that one of
the first buildings in any new town would be a General Store and so it was with
Maybell. He couldn’t remember when the store was built but he saw a picture of
the first automobile standing in front of the store - it was a 1904 model
although he didn’t know what make it was. He saw the store in 1914, when he was
around 5 years old. The following are Ole’s notes:
AB Kapple and family
moved to Maybell somewhere around 1900, built the store on a corner lot facing
the main road through town along with a house just north of the store. The
store was 30 ft wide by 40 feet long . He planned a general store, knowing that
the closest store was in Craig, 30 miles away and the only mode of travel in
those days was by a team of horses or horseback. So he stocked everything from
bachelor buttons to harnesses, including groceries.
It was always an
interesting tour of the store, when I would get to go with the folks grocery
shopping. When we first walked in, on the right sat a glass show case, stocked
with cigars and chewing tobacco. Behind the tobacco case on a counter was a
tobacco cutter. The chewing tobacco came in five pound boxes, lined with an oiled
paper to keep it fresh. The plugs were about eight inches long and three inches
wide and ¾’s inch thick. The cutter had a cast iron base with a knife attached
to a long handle. The base was marked with lines to tell how much to cut off
for a certain amount of money, such as 5, 10 or 15 cents worth. Roy and Ruth
Barber ended up with the cutter.
On top of the glass
case sat a cigar lighter in which almost every kid in town cut the end of their
finger off - just a small slice mostly skin. It had an automatic knife which
sat under a small hole in the top, intended to cut the small end of the cigar
off. There was also an arm stuck up on the top that was hinged so when it was
pulled out at the top, a spark would light a wick to light the cigar. Also when
this arm was activated it would reset the knife under the small hole. The knife
was spring loaded when a finger or cigar was inserted in the hole, the knife
would automatically release consequently trimming the end of said finger or
cigar. We kids most all had to try it once but being fast to learn, it usually
took only one try to teach us.
Next to this was a
case filled with candy. From the candy case there was a counter about 8 feet
long with two rolls of wrapping paper. Customers didn’t help themselves at that
time. You ordered what you wanted and the clerk set it out on the counter for
you.
Next from the counter
was a cheese case that looked like a butcher block. It had a high glass dome
top. The cheese was about 16 inches in diameter and 8 inches high. A cheese
knife was hinged on a pedestal in the center of the cheese. For a pound they
knew just about how much of a wedge to cut. It was surprising how close they
would come to the right amount that was ordered. Next sat the coffee mill. They
didn’t sell ground coffee at that time, they only kept the beans and would
grind whatever you ordered. This mill was real interesting to us kids. It sat
on a stand about table height and was painted bright red with gold trim. There
were two big wheels that worked like counter balances. Across the back of the
store he had his harness and leather material, collars, hames, tug chains,
bits, most always a side of harness leather. Starting back up the south side,
He had shoes, shirts, overalls (Levis) and gloves. The gloves were mostly
buckskin and there were two kinds. . . Hodkins and Russell, all better that
what one can buy today. The buckskin gloves you buy today won’t begin to wear
as long as those that Mr. Kapple stocked back then.
Next from the gloves
were needs for the house wife, from needles to thread, buttons, knitting
needles and about anything they would need including hair dye.
He also had a store
room about 16 feet wide and the full length of the store where he kept
groceries that weren’t put up on the shelves along with some farm machinery,
walking plows, harrows and etc.
The World War and
homestead rush seems to have happened all about the same time but I remember
the homesteaders coming along between 1915 and 1916 and a lot more later. They
could file on a piece of land and live on it a specified amount of time and if
they did everything required of them, they could prove up and get a government
deed to the land. So around 1917 to 1920 the town of Maybell grew up pretty
fast. In 1917 Kapples sold their store to H. B. Pleasant, a brother of F. H.
Pleasant who managed the First Federal Savings for many years.
Mr. Pleasant
immediately rearranged the whole inside of the store to make it look more
modern. He also built a frame house just north of the Kapple house , for his
wife’s mother who needed to live close to them.
H. B. had been in the
store business in Denver and had an altogether different idea on how to
merchandise his wares. Once everything was rearranged in the store, I had never
seen things displayed on tables. There was a lot of stock in the store, most of
the small things such as knives, watches, wrenches and small tools had always
been kept in cases but H. B. had some small tables made and displayed the
dollar watches, pocket knives and a whole bunch of small things like that out
where they would attract attention. I got out of school one evening and going
home horseback I noticed Dad’s buggy down at the store, so decided to go down
there and see what they were doing. I walked in and saw all those goodies on
one of the tables right close to where I was. I saw a nice shiny Corouso dollar
watch and just somehow it slipped off the table and into my pocket. I visited
with the folks a bit and said I guessed I’d just go on home and start the
chores. I walked out and untied my saddle horse and was in the act of getting
on when I heard a gruff voice behind me. He said “Wait up a minute son . . I
want to talk to you!” I looked around. H. B. Pleasant was a big man, but at
that moment he looked about 10 times bigger than he really was. He said, “What
do you want to do about that watch you have in your pocket?” I said “I don’t
have any watch.” But he just said “O yes I think you do for I saw you take it!”
He gave me a choice . . either give him a dollar or if I would rather he would
put it on my dad’s account and that if those choices didn’t please me I could
give it back to him and he would forget the whole affair. Well you can bet I wasn’t
long finding it and handing it back to him, telling him how sorry I was. He
said he knew I was sorry and that I was a very good boy but didn’t want me to
get started doing things like that, for it would get me into some real trouble
later if I kept it up. I can truthfully say I have never let anything slip off
into my pocket since and was for sure he didn’t tell Dad. It was probably my
best lesson in life!
Things started going
downhill and some of the businesses in Maybell went broke. The dry farmers were
trying to suffer it out until they could prove up and get a deed to their acres
but Maybell slowed down a lot. Nobody had much money, just barely enough to buy
groceries.
The Maybell Store has
had several owners over the years and currently is owned by Joe and Mary
Schminkey. They have made some fantastic changes to the store and are excited
now to mention that they have a liquor license so will be selling beverages to
your liking! Be sure to stop in and say HOWDY to these awesome folks!
My grandmother, Louise White, nee Ferrel lost her husband to cancer in 1935. At the time they had a truck farm in Wheatridge, CO, the current location of the Wheatridge Historical Society.
https://www.wheatridgehistoricalsociety.org/
She moved to Maybell (family were in the area) and left her three youngest daughters at home while she worked, often away from town. One summer a daughter fell into a coma for several weeks.
My father, who was scratching out a living in the area, would stop in and check on his sisters. He found they were often out of food. He made arrangements for them to get food as needed from the Maybell General Store. One of my aunts told me, privately, had he not, they might not have survived!
Today the sister who was in a coma is a wealthy woman. Nearly 90, she still works at the family owned business in Portland, OR. One of her favorite great nephews is my autistic son in Seattle.
Some time back she asked me for his bank account. She wanted to give him some extra money monthly. When I said she didn’t need to do that, she flatly told me it was her money and she would spend it as she pleased!
“Yes, Aunt _____”.
Whatever her motivation, it occurred to me my father’s contribution to his siblings in need is now being carried on to his grandson. Payed forward, if you will.
The owners of the store didn’t need to agree to the arrangement. The security, if you will, was the word of a 15 year old. That is what I mean by community.
