"D" is for Drugstore

This is my 500th blog.  I wanted to write something about the number 500.  I couldn't think of a thing.  I have never been to the Daytona 500 or the Indianapolis 500.  My parents used to play the card game 500 and wanted my sister and me to play in the worst way.  Neither of us ever enjoyed playing card games.  She wanted to read, and I wanted to knit.  500 is how old Noah was when he had children, but I have nothing in common with that.  The Roman Numeral letter for 500 is "D".  D could stand for a lot of things.  One of them is Drugstore.   How is that for only two degrees of separation from 500 to Drugstore.

 
Last Saturday we went to Rosholt, Wisconsin.  It is a small town in Central Wisconsin.  Our middle grandchild Sam was playing a youth football game there.  The interesting part is that my husband Mike spent many many hours in this town when he was young.  His uncle owned a DRUGSTORE in this town.  They also owned the home next door to the pharmacy.  He has a lot of fond memories traveling with his parents and brother and staying with their aunt, uncle and cousins several times every year.  During the summer visits his brother would work at the county fair. When Mike got older he too became a temporary Carnie.  It was a special time and place.  So after the game, we went downtown to see if we could find the old drugstore and house.  We did.  The pharmacy is now an antique store called Jackson and Louie's.  We went in and talked to the owner.  She didn't know much about the previous owners so we told her about how the building used to be a drugstore many years ago. 

A Vintage and Antique Store in Rosholt, Wisconsin

We wanted to go into the house.  The house is now a Pizza place and Brewery.  The antique owner said the pizza is wonderful.  We were too early, and the place wasn't open yet.  Apparently the house has been remodeled except for the original staircase.  My husband wants to see it so we will be returning someday, even though pizza is not my favorite food.

Pizza parlor and Brewery.

We drove up into the sight of the County Fair.  My husband said it hadn't changed that much in 57 years.

Beautiful fall view from the Rosholt park.

The best part of the day was yet to come although we enjoyed Sam's football game too.  As we were leaving town I heard from Mike's cousin's daughter.  Although we have never met in person, she is a Facebook friend.  I had messaged her with a question about the pharmacy.  She told us to stop and see her dad and mom.  He was one of my husband's cousins who he spent family time with.  He was also a pharmacist who continued the pharmacy in Rosholt after his father retired.  He had moved the store across the street.  So on the way home, we had a much over do visit with Mike's cousin.  It was so nice.  I don't know why people get so caught up in life that we fail to contact people who were so important in our lives and memories, or maybe it makes these impromptu meetings more special.  You don't have to see someone everyday to have a connection.