#1 The little store around the corner was called Pearson's in my time, 
though my mom would also refer to it as Baxter's or Newsome's and I knew she 
meant that little store. Though I must have gotten a lot of candy there, I 
especially remember Twinkies, which I think were a new thing about then, 
(maybe they were just new to me)  and we didn't get them too often. It had 
the smell that I now always associate with "mom & pop" stores, a combination 
of produce and machinery smells, that modern convenience stores never have. 
- Tony Dumas

#2  Early Recollection of Newsomes

My first recollections of the Little Store (at that time Newsome's
Grocery Store) was when my mother took me around the corner down 112th
street to this little place behind the Newsome house probably sometime
in 1941, I was just 4 years old.  The Newsome house was on the
southwest corner of Budlong and 112th Street, and being a corner
house, its back yard was exposed to the side street (112th).  This
allowed for the owners of such a property to access any buildings in
their backyard from the side street and thus was ideal for locating a
small home retail business such as a neighborhood grocery store.
The store was right behind the Newsome home so that it was easy for
the Newsomes to run into the house for something or to be in the house
and run into the store when a customer entered (I think a little bell
attached to the store door would ring when someone entered).  Behind
the store was a small, one bedroom house with a picket fence around
its front yard and facing 112th street like the store. Then came a
garage right next to the alley along the rear of the Newsome
property.  The garage was used for storage of extra groceries such as
extra cases of soda pop because the store itself was too small to hold
all the extra goods.
After a few accompanied trips to the store, Mr and Mrs Newsome became
acquainted with us and would recognize me as a child of Julia Dumas. 
It wasn't long before my mother would send me down to the store by
myself (I was probably five before she let me go alone) with a note in
hand or pinned on my shirt and a little cloth coin purse clutched in
my hand.  I couldn't see over the counter hardly but I could see all
the candy in the glass case and my nose and handprints on the glass
soon joined those of many other neighborhood kids. That would be the
beginning of a long relationship with that candy counter.

- J. Dumas