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In reply to the discussion: The day after Thanksgiving 1944. We had gone to my grandmother's. [View all]Suziq
(1,009 posts)38. I have the fondest memories of those days
Born Brooklyn, New York in 1952. All the big department store were located on Fulton Street, known as downtown Brooklyn. My mother worked at A&S for 25 years, starting in the early 60's. Great discount on clothes for me as I entered my teenage years - yay! My dad piled me and my brother into the car to pick my mother up at work and to see the wonderful displays in all the windows at Christmas. Strings of lights were strung from one side of Fulton Street to the other and were especially beautiful if it was snowing. Got my first pair of ice skates on Fulton Street on a beautiful snowy night. I think it was 1966. Headed home and watched A Christmas Carol on our one and only black and white TV. Memories . . . . .
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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