When I lived in Indiana, one of my favorite summer events was attending the Indiana State Fair.
One particular exhibit captivated me. The Hook’s Drug Store Museum.
As a boy, I often went to Elwood’s Hook’s Drug Store with my mother. The pharmacy area was several steps up from the main floor, and had a somewhat imposing appearance. However, two kindly faces I dearly remember from my youth always smiled down from the raised apothecary: Jim Cole and Dixie Reynolds.
I can still hear Jim’s gentle voice calling out, “Hey, Fella. You helping your mother, today?” I would later know Jim, and his wife, Beth, more as I traveled through school and marching band with their children.
I don’t recall if Dixie was a pharmacist’s assistant, but I often recall seeing her in the area.
There was a distinct, penetrating smell that bit the nostrils a bit. I do not recognize it today when I visit my pharmacy, but it remains vivid in my nose’s memory!
The Hook’s Museum was filled with the history of earlier pharmacies, but also yielded special treats – sodas, candy from an earlier era, and souvenirs.
This morning, an on-line conversation sparked my fond memories of a childhood haunt, and the warm, caring pharmacist who served as a model for what I now expect from a pharmacist.