Appalachia's Peddler's: Stores on Wheels 

Great story Sarah!

I absolutely adore these stories! I could sit & listen forever! Thank you for sharing! Blessings always my friends! 🙏❤️😊 5:27 5:27 5:27 5:27 5:27 5:27 5:27 5:27

So simple! And so BLESSED!

I remember the rolling store coming by our house in the 60s when I was a kid. The man would give us a stick of hard candy. Those were the good ole days. We raised and grew everything we ate. Mama only had to buy sugar, flour, coffee and tea. Thank you for the story and bringing back good memories.❤❤

In the 1960s we had a Watkins man that came through our area in Alabama a couple of times a month. He drove the biggest longest station wagon i ever saw! And he had a scale hanging just inside the back window.

My father remembered the day he took his first steps, he and Uncle Edmond was playing in the living room and dad wanted a ball and got up and walked to get it he said Uncle Edmond ran to the kitchen hollering Freddy took his first steps

When I was a little bitty girl back in the 50's I remember the peddler truck coming around. My mama usually bought sewing supplies and my aunt bought pots and pans.

Great story, young lady! I live in Cartersville, Ga, not far from Ranger, the town that H F Hamrick's Rolling Store ran out of.

im 60 and i remember them well. at my Grandma's house at Glade La. they still ran there when i was a kid.

Hey lady good story i remember when there was a man came by our house and sold stuff he had an old truck God bless you all

Thanks for sharing Sarah Tate, JD

I have a story about a peddlar in a wagon who brought the influenza to a mountain community. The residents died in the winter, and had to be stacked in a shed until the ground was loose enough to bury them.

heck yeah brother!

I just love these precious stories! From New Brunswick, Canada

Loved the story and its narrator.

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I’m 52. I have a friend that still to this day can’t chew gum without swallowing it. He loves it so much he just has to swallow it. 😂😂😂

love this!

My great grandfather was a peddler in Monroe County, Tennessee, all through the 20s and 30s. His brother owned a store in Madisonville and Papaw would drive back up through the mountains selling and trading. Problem was, he was really kind-hearted and would sell a lot of stuff on credit. Although, I’m sure the poor families he helped appreciated it.

I remember the big farm truck that came around every summer, when I was a child. It was loaded with some hay bails and big, beautiful, rattle snake watermelons. There were also some big boys riding on the back of that truck who helped unload the watermelons and sold them. This was the only way you could get watermelons (if you couldn't grow your own). They were better than candy (we didn't care that they had seeds). Daddy would always buy at least three watermelons. One for us to eat that day, and two to cool on the basement floor (which was bedrock) to be shared during the week. Home made wooden chairs and swings were also sold from a truck like that one. That's where our porch furniture came from; but, was later stolen while my family was living out west. We had the Company Store not far from our house. Plus, we could walk to town. So, we didn't see many Stores on Wheels.

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There's a bridge in Pigeon Forge called the Fred C Atchley bridge. Wonder if that's same guy peddling goods.

Those kids got ripped off. Or mama's doing the shopping are getting ripped off today. Today's prices, an egg gets you 2-3 sticks of gum for 1 egg.

Good story!❤

Love it! Thanks for sharing the history.Much love❤

Loved this story. Thank you

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Hey y’all

My grandaddy told me a lot stories but he could also tell you what he called whoppers if he had a mine to depending on the the mood he was in

In the early to late 70s i guy would come and sell us school cloths