When my wife was just a wee lass in pig tails and curls her parents would take her shopping every Friday night, like clockwork.
Even now, her eyes sparkle when she recalls the vibrant colors, the in-store restaurant, the escalator (or moving stairs as she would call them as a child), etc. It wasn’t the armloads of purchases they left with that made the trip so memorable; it was the time they spent as a family.
The swag didn’t hurt, though.
Even I remember going into Simpson Sears and gorging myself on candy at a four-sided counter that seemed monstrous at the time. The clerk would weigh your purchases and hand you a little white bag filled with candy goodness. No one cared about childhood obesity or diabetes back then. The trip was especially successful if you puked in the car on the way home.
Sears is still around – the Simpson part has been dropped – but it just isn’t the same, to say the least. I can recall far too many casualties in the retail war that has raged for so long.
- S. S. Kresge Co.
- The F. W. Woolworth Company. We always called it Woolworth’s or Woolworth.
- Even Kmart has disappeared here in Canada!
I sound like an old man, but gosh darn it, you young whippersnappers reading this have no idea what you missed out on! Shopping used to be an experience; one to be savored and treasured.
What do you have now?
Wal-Mart with its bland layout and one color! oh, and if you’re lucky (!) they’ll have a McDonalds.
Goddamnit, I am old! I’m actually complaining about the way things used to be!