Senior column: Allie Hickenbotham

University of Missouri majoring in Journalism

Allie Hickenbotham, copy editor

On the corner of Hawbrook and Sappington Road sits a neighborhood market known as Hanneke’s. About a mile from North Glendale Elementary, it became a tradition to walk there after school with my friends every Friday in fifth grade. We’d all try to walk next to each other in a line to talk, even though some people would be practically in the street or on a neighbor’s lawn. At Hanneke’s, Mini Oreos, Sour Patch Kids and ice cream were my favorites. We always dreaded dealing with the scary white-haired cashier who we thought was mean because she would yell at us for being too loud (as most 10-year-olds are). I remember despising the Mary Queen of Peace students who also went Hanneke’s sometimes. I always thought the boys were annoying and immature and that I was much more mature than them.

Since Hanneke’s was my middle school bus stop, I’d get snacks with my friends and walk home, or if it was Friday we’d go to someone’s house and prank call people or film Video Stars. These three years were when I began meeting up with people for lunch at Hanneke’s on Saturdays, and sometimes my neighbor and I would have sleepovers and wake up early on Saturday mornings just to get donuts there too.

When I got to high school, I went to this corner store a lot less, especially when I started driving, and there weren’t as many people to meet up with there. It took until high school to realize the cashier wasn’t mean at all. She’s actually really sweet, always asks how my day is going and talks about how fast I grew up.

You’re probably wondering what the point of this column is. The point is that Hanneke’s was a big part of my childhood that will always be a special place to me with lots of memories throughout my life. Some of the friends I’d walk with to Hanneke’s in fifth grade, I’m still friends with today. Hanneke’s helped with beginning our friendships. So thank you Hanneke’s, for all the memories… and the food.