Sometimes my brothers went along with us, and when we were shopping for shoes, the first thing we did was to run for the X-ray machine and stick our feet in to look down at our bony toes. Years later we were to learn that numerous unnecessary X-rays were highly dangerous.
Over the years, Mother and I continued our forays into the marvelous San Francisco downtown. A shopping expedition was a time to dress up and we loved it. We donned dressmaker suits, hats, heels, gloves, and even scarves of furry creatures with glassy-eyes. One never saw women in pants, and few went without gloves. Only tourists wore white shoes after Labor Day.
Shopping itself was a joy. We didn't have to sift through crowded racks and hope for someone to help us. In many stores, and not necessarily in designer departments, a saleslady greeted us and asked exactly what we were looking for, then invited us to sit down while she disappeared into the back to gather the desired garments. In those halcyon days the saleslady returned with an armload of dresses, lay each across a settee for our inspection, then carried our selection to a fitting room.
A new dress or suit called for a new hat. Here again and perhaps in a different store, a salesperson brought us a fascinating variety to choose among, always straw in the spring and felt in the fall; some with veils, some with flowers.
The purchase of gloves involved a special procedure. Again the lady behind the counter asked our preferences and quickly found them in nearby cabinets. She lifted a pair from a tissue-lined box and smoothed them over our waiting fingers as our elbows rested on a satin cushion. We might try several pairs before deciding.
Buying hosiery involved an elaborate ritual, which we began by requesting either seamed or seamless. Because there was no such thing as panty hose in those days, stockings would be held up by garters attached to panty-girdles. The saleslady brought boxes of stockings and inserted a beautifully manicured hand in one of each pair to show the color and denier. Even if this was our only purchase of the day we had the package sent. No charge, of course.
If we had driven downtown that day, we would wend our weary way to the Union Square garage and rest comfortably on leather banquettes while the attendant went deep into the earth to find our car and bring it up.
Downtown San Francisco is still a fascinating place with undeniable energy and excitement along the streets and in the stores. New buildings have appeared and the facades of other structures have been transformed, but the whole area is much the same as in my youth. The Emporium has become the site of Bloomingdales, the City of Paris corner today houses Neiman Marcus, Macy's has risen from O'Connor and Moffat and I. Magnin, Saks occupies the location of what was once an office building. Joseph Magnin, Livingston's, and Liebes are gone and other businesses have moved into their places. The area may look like what it has always been, but there is a difference. The people have changed.
Most women now wear pants with a jacket and seldom wear hats. Gloves appear only on the coldest days. Some businessmen, of course, wear the regulation suit and tie, but a large number extend casual Friday to every day of the week. As for shoes, many women opt for comfort and wear clunky athletic shoes or what we once considered old lady flats. On all sides, people walk along chatting into cell phones.
People no longer dress for downtown San Francisco. Times are different and so are the requirements of our lives. I must admit that I, too, occasionally wear pants as I join the throng of shoppers.
But as I walk along the crowded streets I look about and long for the days when it was an occasion to be there, and we dressed for the joy of it.
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