Alma Clark was the daughter of my great aunt, Agnes Browning Clark. She ran this store for many years and it was a well-known stop along U. S. Highway 441.

I’m grateful to so many people for sharing their warm memories of my cousin Alma, whom I never knew.

Fate Miller: Alma Clark ran this store until her death in a house fire across the road…I spent a lot of time a mile down the road. Growing up at my grandparents’ house I used to go there all the time for a snack in the afternoon. I just knew her as Aunt Alma.

Dana L. Moore: “Aunt Alma” to me was actually my grandfather Lewis Burch’s cousin. She was a wonderful lady and there’s no telling how many hours she spent at her store working and visiting with everyone who came in. I was 6 years old when she died and it absolutely broke my heart. 37 years later and I still think about her almost everyday.

Thelma Wright Brown: I grew up on a farm not far from this store. Alma was a beautiful Lady, and much loved and respected by all who knew her. Her store was a “gathering” place for members of the community to come and  “socialize”!

SueAnn Wright Henderson: I have many wonderful memories sitting on that front porch enjoying my cold CoCola and crackers, usually after school or in the summers shelling peas with Mama and Miss Alma (‘cept we said Almer back then) and getting updated on all the local news. In the winter we would huddle close to the wood stove inside. In there, I would usually be enjoying my peanuts in my cold CoCola in a bottle. I was in college when Miss Alma died, but her loss still made a big impact. I miss her. By the way, say “Amen” if you know what a CoCola is.

Anna Richards: My mother was Barbara Ann Lowery. We stayed with Dot & Woodrow Clark several times and my brother and I spent many happy days at Alma’s store. I can still remember those ice cold Cokes.