I grew up in a small, rural Midwestern town that has a grain elevator right next the the railroad track that passes through town.
The railroad track has not been used for several years, but the grain elevator is still in use. This is a farmers cooperative and every fall the grain bins are filled with the local corn harvest.
Many years ago this was the only place in town where you could buy a candy bar and something to drink. I have many memories of walking up town to the grain elevator with my brother to buy a snack.