Thursday, November 14, 2013


My dad started working in Macy's in 1956 to pay for his first car.  It was a second job that was only supposed to last for a short time.  He ended up working there over 40 years.  It was a job he loved, plus working there allowed my mom to stay home to care for me and my sisters.

Every Saturday mom used to dress us up and take us to visit dad at work. He proudly showed us around the children's shoe department, the place he worked, and introduced us to countless other people.  We ate lunch with him in the employee cafeteria.

All that remains of the old store are the wooden escalators but being there still reminds me of him.  I walked around a little sad today, knowing he wasn't there and he wasn't at home. 

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