Over the weekend Kate and I went to visit my mom in Veblen, and while the thought of asking her about Farmington was in my mind, it wasn’t coming out of my mouth. It was the first visit in months, and before I went home I made my first visit to my father’s grave in at least a year, and my first visit to my grandparent’s grave in at least five years. It left me in a melancholy mood for the majority of the visit (more on that is at the bottom of this post). Asking about Farmington didn’t seem like a major priority, so I decided to skip it on this visit. Mom is a feisty 75 year old, so I’m hoping she makes it a long time yet.

Since I didn’t get any further insight on Farmington from her, I go back to the visitor guide. Page twelve is a throwaway transition page to “local attractions”. I don’t remember seeing many of those in the month I spent in New Mexico. In fact, the only attraction I remember is a grocery store. I don’t remember what it was called, or where it was, but it was very different than what I’d grown up with. Nelson’s Grocery (now Grobe’s Grocery) in Veblen was all of maybe five short isles to walk through. Gordon Nelson was always a friendly face, and all of the cashiers knew everybody by name. On the occasion we bought groceries in Sisseton, Britton or Lidgerwood to visit a Supervalu, Red Owl or Jack and Jill, the store grew by leaps and bounds, mainly in the produce section. This grocery store I remember because it blew my mind. I think every grocery store in Veblen, Britton, Sisseton and Lidgerwood could have fit in it, maybe with some Tetris-style stacking. The shelves were metal, and they sprawled up to a very high ceiling. I could be wrong, but I remember the floors and walls and ceiling either being a dark blue, gray or even black color. They had every kind of cereal I could imagine, and a bunch I’d never heard of. Even the part of the store that had toilet paper had stacks upon stacks of the stuff. I can’t remember the toilet paper section at the Veblen store even having more than two kinds. My sister-in-law took my mom and I to this store, and it was almost too much for my small-town brain to take in. While I was taken in by the size of the store and the heights of its ceiling (and stacks) my mom’s attention diverted to the prices. She couldn’t stop talking about getting four big bags of groceries for twenty-five dollars. I don’t think those four big bags lasted us the rest of our stay, but I don’t remember going to the store any other day during my stay. I found reminders of that store several years later in Wahpeton, North Dakota (and also Aberdeen, South Dakota) and a chain called Econo-foods. Those stores also had the idea of tall ceilings and a lot of stacking (and probably still do, but I’ve not been to one in years). I sometimes would find myself wandering around the Econo-foods in Wahpeton for no reason, other than it reminded me of the day a grocery store blew my mind.

Page thirteen begins to break down all the local attractions, none of which I saw while living in Farmington. If I had my current brain then and had still missed them all, I’d be really cross. Instead, I understand that at the time I probably wasn’t interested and I wouldn’t have appreciated things like the Angel Peak Scenic Area, Aztec Ruins National Monument, Chaco Culture National Historical Park, Shiprock Pinnacle, Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad, Mesa Verde National Park, Monument Valley, and of course the Four Corners Monument (which takes us through page twenty-three). My brain was content to live in a Lucasfilm world of its own design, along with adjusting to a state that might as well have been a planet that the Millennium Falcon crashed on. If I ever have the means and time to visit Farmington again properly, I think I’ll need at least a week if not two to see everything that was just a hop, skip and a jump outside my doorstep. Maybe I could do a second thirty days in New Mexico?

Lord and lottery willing maybe. I just hope I can find that grocery store, or at least where it used to be.