It Takes A Pickles Gap Village

The same day we drove to check out the amazing Toad Suck (as described in this morning’s post), yellow flower Bow Tie o’ the Day and I made sure we got to Pickles Gap. Pickles Gap Village is a tiny conglomeration of a half-dozen businesses on a bigly Conway, AR corner property. Pickles Gap Village boasts a playground, restaurant, fudge shop, tiny outdoor concert venue, 2 clothing boutiques, and “antique” stores. I use the term “antique” to cover the likes of thrift stores, secondhand stores, vintage stores, consignment shops, as well as antique stores. Whatever term you want to give these stores, they were everywhere we went. They were as ever-present in Arkansas as the churches. I expected boatloads of churches, but the prevalence of antique stores was a bigly surprise.

Suzanne spent so much time in one of the combo antique/boutique’s at Pickles Gap that I was certain she had moved in. She ended up finding “birthday” jewelry, of course. And “birthday” clothing, which was not a birthday suit. She already has one of those. I saw the blinged-out bow tie purse, but I didn’t need it. I have The Saddle Purse, so I shall forever pine for no other purse.

We enjoyed the antique store owners. They loved their stores. They loved each and every item on the shelves, and they knew stories about the objects and their people. Chatting with the salespeople was enlightening and jovial. We felt at ease and valued in every business. The owners/salespeople were interested to know our stories too. They asked as many questions as we did, I think.

Hey! In one of the Pickles Gap Village antique stores, I spied this little trough of plastic toy soldiers, with a thoughtful reminder to pray for real soldiers.

A common farewell we got from salespersons in almost every business as we left was, “Have a blessed day!” I loved saying, “You, too” in response to that sentiment. It doesn’t matter if you’re a believer in any god or religion, or in the idea of blessings. It matters that you can recognize others are telling you they wish your life to be smothered in good. They want to send positive vibrations your way. Look for those vibes/blessings. Find them. Be grateful for them. And then, send the hope back out there.

Have a blessed day, folks.

It’s A Place

Tie o’ the Day just had to visit a place called Toad Suck while we were in Arkansas. I admit it was the one destination that was on my gotta-see list, even before I was on the plane for vacay. It’s a fine name. It’s the kind of name that will inflict curiosity on others when I mention I was there. At stuffy parties I can easily break the ice by asking, “Hey, any y’all ever visited Toad Suck?”

To be honest, the name is the most interesting thing about Toad Suck. It is not a town. It consists of basically the Toad Suck One-Stop convenience store, the Toad Suck Ferry Lock and Dam, and Toad Suck Park by the Arkansas river. The park keeps getting flooded and is apparently locked up and unusable. But I can say I saw those three sights that make up Toad Suck. I wasn’t disappointed by Toad Suck one bit. I completely expected it to suck, and it did. As for the “toad” part of its name, I’m sure there are plenty of toads on the river side of the park, where we couldn’t go because the park was closed. I expected nothing more and nothing less.

BTW Toad Suck Daze is a festival that goes on each May in the city of Conway, AR. Toad Suck sucks so much it isn’t even capable of holding its own community celebration. Perfect.