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In reply to the discussion: The day after Thanksgiving 1944. We had gone to my grandmother's. [View all]Useless in FL
(329 posts)45. I'm right there with you in your nostalgia....
I was born in 1945 and I remember when shopping downtown in a few department stores was the thing..... a visit to the city all lit up for the holiday and a visit to Santa in a department store was a must. We had very little but we were very happy to window shop and dream. One year I saved up a few precious dollars from making some knitted items assisted by my grandmother that I sold to some neighbors. I bought my Mother a pair of leather gloves and I bought my Dad a leather wallet. I was never so proud of those purchases..... Sweet memories of innocence gone by ...forever...
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I agree. And, as kids, we didn't get gobs & gobs of junk toys. We usually got a toy or two, and
loudsue
Nov 2013
#29
Horne's Christmas windows were the best, and they had 19th century, costumed carollers
Divernan
Nov 2013
#26
Our savings accounts paid 5% for the entire first part of my life. It was a standard rate for
loudsue
Nov 2013
#34
It was the same in Chicago. Quite often we would go downtown just to look at the window displays.
world wide wally
Nov 2013
#7
This is a great story. I can almost see Jimmy Stewart running down the street . . .
Major Hogwash
Nov 2013
#12
This is how I grew up in VT. We would take one trip to the mall at somepoint between Thanksgiving
glowing
Nov 2013
#22
Thanksgiving of '44 was celebrated without the men of the family - still serving:
Chipper Chat
Nov 2013
#50
I wasn't around during WWII. I wasn't a hint of a gleam in who would become my
bluestate10
Nov 2013
#66