The Huffington Post -
6 Nov 2014 21:57

One of the fondest memories from my childhood was going to the Wanamaker's store in Philadelphia for lunch with my grandmother. We'd go right around every holiday to find me a frilly holiday dress, then visit the store's tea room for a light snack. When I tell this story to others, it's as if I told them that my grandmother and I regularly traveled to the moon. Their brains cannot compute that a department store would have anything but a sad food counter (anyone ever been to a Target?). And fril...
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