When I was growing up, we’d drive to the city to shop. We’d shop at Ayres, and at each department we’d tell the clerk, “for delivery.” Makeup was purchased at department stores, Bluegrass perfume (appropriate for young girls), an odd bob or doodle for your hair, and the items you NEEDED – nylons, new shoes, a sweater or two, maybe coats.

My grandmother and mom were usually with me. We’d eat lunch at the tea room, maybe finish up the shopping in the discount cellar for fun and drive home. Magically, the next day, a truck would arrive with brown wrapped packages with all of our purchases in them. Continue reading →