tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203921263391858427.post2241888507441280899..comments2024-03-27T13:00:33.582-04:00Comments on Leaves & Branches: Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories – Christmas ShoppingColleen G. Brown Pasqualehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16402783115333431440noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203921263391858427.post-45297196270185266252012-12-19T16:05:47.006-05:002012-12-19T16:05:47.006-05:00Cotton handkerchiefs were not an unusual gift then...Cotton handkerchiefs were not an unusual gift then. I have inherited a bunch of them & want to make them into a quilt.Colleen G. Brown Pasqualehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16402783115333431440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203921263391858427.post-20460295959169227422012-12-19T16:04:23.321-05:002012-12-19T16:04:23.321-05:00When I was little I thought it would be fun to wea...When I was little I thought it would be fun to wear a uniform & push the elevator buttons. ha.Colleen G. Brown Pasqualehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16402783115333431440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203921263391858427.post-44696761106182059222012-12-19T13:32:18.790-05:002012-12-19T13:32:18.790-05:00Funny, I remember only one particular Christmas sh...Funny, I remember only one particular Christmas shopping excursion as a child. My mother dropped us off in the little local shopping area and my sister and I set off to the 'department' store, which was really just a one floor store with clothes and maybe some housewares. The only gift I remember buying was a box of cloth handkerchiefs for my great grandfather. My great grandmother had just died a year or so before and I remember my great grandfather crying all the time so handkerchiefs seemed like the perfect gift!Debi Austenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17409492643470603926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203921263391858427.post-54435471214959142032012-12-19T06:48:40.034-05:002012-12-19T06:48:40.034-05:00This really brings back memories. I remember elev...This really brings back memories. I remember elevator operators and can't imagine a more boring job. I remember the arrival of the mall and how glorious it was to shop in comfort, not bothered by wind and rain and cold. Now I miss the old mom-n-pop shops of a walkable downtown.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.com