Meet me at the eagle

Window shopping meant meeting friends at the eagle in Wanamaker’s Department store, then browsing through ladies’ silk or nylon scarves and the high-end costume jewelry. I think I shopped more often at Strawbridges’ down the street, and I have really vague memories of being somewhere in town watching a hat be trimmed for me or mom. But Wanamaker’s was where we could get the appropriate gloves for church. And afterwards, during December, there was a light show.

Now, like many other people, I live in a different town.  It’s all part of growing up, after all. The stores I knew are gone, and the ones that replaced them don’t seem to have quite as much wonder (Macy’s or Lord & Taylor’s… meh). So I am now thinking about other seasonal traditions I should try to create or resurrect. Perhaps baking bread, or making cookies today would make me feel more festive.