A Closet or an Office?

11 November, 2012

In our building on Assembly   Street, there was an open platform elevator where 50 pound bags of raw peanuts could be hoisted up to the second floor warehouse. To the delight of my sisters and me, our dad would sometimes allow us to ride up to the warehouse sitting on top of those bags of peanuts when we came to Columbia. My dad’s office was under the stairwell that was access to the second floor. In this tiny space were his desk, file cabinet, a very large safe and a rotating fan to cool the space in the summer. Every time I walk into my office today, I think of how my granddaddy and daddy ran Cromer’s from very cramped quarters and in all likelihood would have four desks in my office!

 

-Carolette Cromer Turner

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