Where the street lights flash yellow after 8 pm. Where folks long past high school age still have school spirit. Where you can lean on your neighbor when need be, as long as they didn’t hear that trash you were talking about them last week after church. Where the only place to shop is Walmart.
At least, that’s what most people who live there think. The truth is, you can stray from the big box stores and highway intersection chain restaurants. With long standing business like Collin Street Bakery and Roy’s Cafe, it would seem Corsicana intends to support small business, but it has given in to corporate overlords that send small business owners packin’. And shoppin’ …at Walmart.
I set out to explore the side of Corsicana locals advertise but often don’t aid. Since the mid to late 1800’s the town has boasted a beautiful, red brick, classic downtown. Built mostly on oil, struck from 1894 through the mid 1950s, the town of 25 thousand shows us glimpses of the past in crumbly mortar and peeling, patina copper ceilings. A gilded era long gone. The only thing better than a trip down Beaton Street today is looking at photos of downtown Corsicana in it’s true prime, the turn of the 20th century.
Next time you’re headed to Houston, stop by for a chicken fried steak and leave with a fruitcake, no matter how close it is to Christmas.