My love for all things retail goes back as far as I can remember, to when I was a kid. Much of my love of vintage mall accoutrements extends to fond memories of being a kid, going to those big, exciting malls packed with great stuff. Just being out in the world, in what were then the biggest and most exciting places around, seemed great.
Those of us who felt this way (and from what I’ve experienced, amongst retail history geeks, it’s common) are not part of a dying breed. Check out what was posted today on Universal Hub:
The other day, Greta and I had just ended an expedition to one of Dedham’s many fine Big Box Retail Outlets when she tripped and scraped her knee. Ow, ow, ow! I helped her hobble over to the car, and as we drove home, of course she cried and yelled about how much it hurt, poor thing. But she’s one of these kids that, once she gets on a roll, she just can’t stop, so soon she was complaining about everything else that was bothering her:
I’m hungry! I’m thirsty! Why’d they have to close Filene’s, anyway? Why does Macy’s buy all the good stores and close them down?
Um, what? She’s upset about Filene’s closing? What?
That’s right, even the children of the 2000s are caught up in retail nostalgia. But it gets even better–if you read the comments, others weigh in by reminiscing on such long-forgotten mall wonders as penny fountains and conversation pits, and people pine over long-departed chains like Almacs and Ann & Hope.
Oh, and for what it’s worth, they’re talking about Newton’s Mall at Chestnut Hill, which we’ve covered ’round here before.