At some point today, depending on what Long Suffering Spouse needs for dinner preparations and when Middle Son and Youngest Son get up and put football on the TV, I will watch "Miracle on 34th Street."This Christmas movie starts with the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and, somehow, has become my way of acknowledging the beginning of the Christmas season.
Of course, my fondness for the movie does not extend to the store. Macy's is a New York store and it may be fine for New Yorkers -- but I'm still aggravated that Macy's foolish corporate parent bought Marshall Field's, a genuine Chicago institution, and a destination for out of town tourists, and made into just another Macy's store. Idiots. (But, if you follow the link, after you get past the carping about the takeover, you'll find a funny story. At least I think so.)
Anyway, I'm scheduling this post in advance because I know I won't have time to be online today, and maybe not for the rest of the weekend. In the meantime, I just want to wish a Happy Thanksgiving to my bare handful of American readers.
Next up on the blogging calendar: My Third Blogiversary is coming December 7. I usually don't stick to things this long....
6 comments:
Happy Thanksgiving; but, I'm not starting Christmas yet.
Christmas started AGES ago here in Britain!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hope that you have a very Happy Thanksgiving, you post made my day!
Happy Thanksgiving, Curmudgeon! Does your starting a blog have anything to do with Pearl Harbor or is it just a coincidence? I've been in Marshall-Fields seven story place in Water Tower Mall (I think) many years ago and loved it. We had a Hudson's in Toledo that turned into a Marshall-Fields and then into a Macy's....guess they couldn't leave a good thing alone.
Happy Thanksgiving from a American reader living in the Philippines.
Curmudgeon –
As a teen I love going to Marshall Fields, it was a magnificent store where you could find just about anything that your heart desired.
As teens we would go to the 7th Floor record department; they had listening booths where you could preview your purchase. We would listen for hours; surprisingly they never threw us out. We never bought an album there; we would go to Rose’s Records of Goldblatts to buy them.
My first purchase at Fields was a solid mahogany Baritone Uke with a Rosewood finger board (I was into Folk Music. It cost me $35 hard earned teenage dollars in 1963. My second purchase was a dark blue Sharkskin Suit which I wore to my High School graduation the same year.
My parents would buy all our clothes at Fields or Carson Pierre Scott. My mom would save the boxes for other people’s gifts that she had bought at Sears or Wards.
Thanks for evoking such wonderful memories!
The Beach Bum
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