BUSINESSES GONE: Johnny Brown Feed Store, Mansfield

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In every community, there is a meeting place; a spot where all
the older men meet and greet each other to share the latest news, a recent coon
hunt or reminisce about the past. In Mansfield, that was Johnny Brown’s Feed
Store.

Johnny was born on January 31, 1921. His father, Grover Brown,
was a Mansfield businessman, owning two cotton gins from 1890 to 1932. Johnny’s
grandfather, John Calvin, came to America by stowing away on a ship from Switzerland
at the age of sixteen.

Johnny Brown opened his first feed store in Mansfield in 1950
in a brick building across from the Roy Cross Lumber yard. (That building is
gone).  He ran a creamery in the store
too, with people like Bobby Traylor’s family who were one of the families that
brought cream to feed store. In 1964 the feed store was moved to the building
it occupied until the business ended.

The Feed Store was an adventure to behold.  As you drove up to the loading dock/front
porch, you notice all the trucks that were parked around the store and in the
parking lots of neighboring buildings. 
You’d think that something big was happening, and there was: it was
Saturday morning and it was time to gather at Johnny Brown’s.

Walking up the heavy worn wooden steps led you to the loading
dock of more worn wood and the corrugated sheet metal (tin) store front.  All kinds of metal signs adorned the
frontage, advertising major feed sellers like MFA, OK Feeds and Tindle
Feed.  From the moment you stepped out of
your vehicle, men would call you by name and begin teasing with you about
something. 

There are two things I remember as I would enter the double
doors into the store: the breeze that come completely through the warehouse
would almost knock you down and the wonderful smell of animal feed.  A long and wide path went from front to back
and all sorts of feed for any animal that was being raised in the county was
stacked in neat rows from the path to the outside walls.  On the right of the entry was a collection of
anything a farmer may need hanging from hooks, nails or from the rafters that
exposed the unfinished ceiling to the sheet metal roof above.  A wooden cabinet with open bins held some of
the feed as well.  If you needed a
fifty-pound bag of chicken feed, Johnny or one of his employees would take it
to your truck or to the loading dock. 
But if you needed just a pound or two of chops for your chickens, paper
bags were there for you to fill with a metal scoop.  A scale hung nearby for you to weigh your
filled sack.  Johnny took your word that
it was what you said.  Johnny would take
off in his big red truck and go after special feeds from Joplin or Springfield,
Missouri or over to Muskogee, Oklahoma.

On the left of the front entrance was Johnny’s office.  A dated Coca-Cola machine guarded the door
into the inner sanctum of Johnny’s business. 
Tall counters with slanted tops made it easy to write the tickets.  An old cash register rang loud bells when
Johnny pushed the appropriate key down and the cash drawer popped open. An old
oak office chair was against the double windows that looked out toward the
activity on the porch.  The office was
chaos.  Nothing was organized yet he knew
exactly where everything was. Johnny would tease his customers just like the
men outside would and expected to be teased back.  He called me “Little Jack” since my father
was also named Jack.  All girls were
called “Little Ladies.”  

He loved to be with people and loved kids. The big overalls he
wore contained a big man with a big, compassionate heart. He was also a
practical joker.  He and a buddy Willis
Harrison placed persimmons in a very large glass jug.  They filled it with water and added some
orange food coloring.  Johnny made a sign
for the jug that said, “DO NOT OPEN! 
Making persimmon beer!”  Three of
the town’s church ladies chastised him for making his “beer.”  It wasn’t long before he got a call from two
of the women wanting the recipe!

Johnny Brown was a Masonic Mason of Reid Lodge # 163 F&AM, a Fire Chief and of the Methodist faith.  When he passed away on March 27, 1993, the heart of the feed store died with him. A couple of businesses have been in the building but it sits empty today on Mansfield’s main street, reminding us all of the wonderful times we had there.

(Photo courtesy of Duane Whitsett. Deborah Brown Musgrove interview.)

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4 Replies to “BUSINESSES GONE: Johnny Brown Feed Store, Mansfield”

  1. Bryan Crouch says:

    Johnny gave me my first job. Worked after school and on Saturday, they just don’t make them like ol Johnny anymore. Really cared a lot about that man

  2. Ellie Boydston says:

    Is this up for sale?

  3. Jackolyn Spain says:

    Loved when we got to visit the Feed Store!💖
    The smell of the feed, the creak of the wood if you stepped in a certain spot, how “big” everthing seemed to us as children, made the Feed store an interesting place for our imaginations. 😊
    But, it was Johnny, with his bigger than life personality and mischievous twinkle in his eyes, that was the heart of the store.
    Thankful and Grateful to have met Johnny and have those positive memories from the Feed store.
    Thank You for writing this article.

  4. DJ Elmore says:

    Uncle Johnny was one of a kind. I can’t remember ever a frown on his face. Sure do miss him.

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