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When I was a kid, my parents took me to downtown New York City, and I got to go to Macy's and Gimbel's and Bergdorf's and Altman's and Wanamaker's and, I gathered some steps down, Klein's. Altman's might have been in Brooklyn... something we went to was in Brooklyn.
When we lived in Chicago-adjacent, Marshall Field's was it. Never mind Wieboldt's, even though it had air conditioning. That was just where we got our windbreakers. Marshall Field's was a kind of heaven. We took the el downtown.... made a day of it, also checking out Carson Pirie Scott, and perhaps going to a movie and certainly having lunch somewhere.
At Christmas, Marshall Field's had a giant tree, very impressive to me even as a preteen. The idea that that place would ever go away .... was out of my realm of imagination. What would happen to the toys?
As an adult I have seen everything become owned by others and become ever more plastic. Marshall Field's and Sak's, and so forth, might have been rigid palaces back then too, but, hey, interestingly rigid.
All those department stores became, even pre-mall, out of sync, in the late sixties, early seventies, as people discounted dressing well. I don't know if the figures follow that, but that is my sense of it, living around the denouement of department stores.
Well, I miss it all. I miss Miracle Mile in Los Angeles, and Marshall Field's in Chicago, and the Bloomingdale's of my youth in New York.
I am sorry there doesn't seem to be room for those places now in the way the once were, places with fine goods, including emeralds... that any of us could walk past.
Or could any of us. I wasn't, at nine, aware of racial matters. I am much more so now. Could my niece have come with me then?
Things change, memories stay. I hate even phony elegance to just disappear - we need a range, if only for design ideas.
Mumbling now.