I loved one of the dime store on the Square. I think it was Woolworths. When you entered, there was a lunch bar on the left. A broad stairway in the middle of the building went downstairs, and that is where the toys were. I remember Mom buying me a tiny glass donkey there one Saturday, and before I got out of the store, I dropped the sack, and the donkey shattered. To this day, I think she should have turned around and bought me a replacement donkey, but she did not. Taught me to hang on tight to something special, because it can be smashed in a second.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 17:40:46 +0000