Uncle Ott’s Store

The Paradise Across the Street

On many hot, still afternoons when the heat waves could be seen above the asphalt in the street, Mom would let us cross the road and go to Uncle Ott’s store to get a “Coke” as they were all called “Cokes” then even if you bought a root beer or a Dr. Pepper. Even if you purchased a red cream soda, it was still referred to as if you’d bought a Coke.

Down in this part of Arkansas, there were no “soft drinks” or, perish the thought, “sodas.” A soft drink was just a “Coke.” we considered sodas a concoction made at the corner drug store up the street.

Uncle Ott, who owned the store across the street, was my mother’s great-uncle, my great-great uncle.

Entering his store on a hot summer day was like walking into an oasis in the desert. They’d have several air conditioners running full blast, and all the coolers would be laboring to keep everything cold. The roar was considerable. You had to speak up to be heard.

Uncle Ott and Aunt Gertha always had smiles and greetings for us and would ask how our folks were.

…get yourself a cold “Coke.

“You kids look hot,” Uncle Ott would say, “you better get over there and get yourself a cold Coke.”

Which was our cue to open up one of the big ice-chest type coolers and pick out a soft drink. It was a hard decision; my little sister couldn’t even reach some of the drinks. They floated or stood up, depending on how deep the ice…