Catching up some

When you take a day off from writing these things you forget what you've written. At least I seem to. I've mentioned more than once that my parents met at a Woolworth store, were married in 1929, and were then transferred westward, never to live in the South again (unless you consider St. Louis a part of the South). Well, here are a some of pictures of the newly wedded couple and the store in which they first met. You'll note that the candy counter is on the right. You can see the glass case and with imagination those chocolate covered raisins I told you about. As an aside, most know that the Woolworth Company went out of business quite a few years ago. It would have killed my dad. Like so many large corporations seeking the most profitable path, the Woolworth Company started hiring "Harvard MBAs" as executives and they soon sold the assets of the company to show greater profits. Before that, there had never been in the history of the corporation, an executive who had not started as a stock boy many years before. The people who populated the Woolworth Building in New York City knew their retailing. I fear that they didn't know what was happening in our Country in terms of the regional shopping center.