Christmas in Atlanta; there’s nothing like it! Let’s put on our fur muffs and wool capes and take the streetcar down Peachtree Street to the magnificent Rich’s department store and ride the Pink Pig and see the lighting of the Great Tree! We’ll visit the live reindeer! We’ll look at all the glamorous holiday window displays and the glove counter to find out what all the latest fashions are this winter! We’ll use our nickels we saved up working at the soda counter and selling copies of the Atlanta Journal to buy Mother those Ferragamo suede Cuban heels she wants so dearly! Nothing is more beautiful and sophisticated in this whole wide world than downtown Atlanta at Christmastime! Nothing can top it, y’all!
We really do need a store like Rich’s these days, one that will take cotton as scrip instead of U.S. currency so we can finish our Christmas shopping.
The inscription inside my copy of Dear Store* reads: “For Marianne, With gratitude for so-o much help & inspiration — as well as the grandest party ever. Love, Celestine Sibley Jan. 27, 1967.”
The grandest party ever.
*I definitely saw a copy at A Cappella Books the last time I was in.
(P.S., you can now subscribe by email to this blog using that thing in the right column that says “Subscribe”. This is useful for all of you who don’t use some sort of RSS feed and then get your panties in a twist when you check our blog 17 times a day waiting for a new post. Not that we mind the pageviews!)
Tags: celestine sibley, rich's
LOVE, love love this post, as I was a pink-pig-riding kiddo of the 70s. . . wonderful memories. Keep up the good work.