tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post5442057524554292780..comments2024-01-24T06:42:15.542-06:00Comments on Stick Horse Cowgirls: C: MawMaw’s PlaceStickhorsecowgirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04167094045033324094noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-65536349315421284462010-07-13T13:28:52.910-05:002010-07-13T13:28:52.910-05:00oh, and on my comment (above) I didn't mean me...oh, and on my comment (above) I didn't mean me and grannie were in Victoria's Secret, we were just shopping in a small town at various stores.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15471639876072617577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-78831839412212598922010-07-13T13:26:47.766-05:002010-07-13T13:26:47.766-05:00This made me think of a pet peeve of mine... you m...This made me think of a pet peeve of mine... you mentioned how the lingerie department was off limits to the men-- okay, not that I have a Victoria Secret body, but I get a bit uncomfortable going in VS and looking around and standing there next to the thong display is some highschool boy with his girlfriend while she's picking through them... how awkward--for me! (and maybe him?). What the heck is he doing in there? I think I might have to blog about this one--more to say. got off on a rant there. I remember being with my grandma doing some shopping--of course, she always wore a dress.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15471639876072617577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-61047534678301788172010-07-11T15:34:54.522-05:002010-07-11T15:34:54.522-05:00I would guess that in a time that didn't have ...I would guess that in a time that didn't have at your finger tip communications the ladies lounge was one way to let out what had been held in all week due to the busy-ness of daily life.Jody Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02822023313529125586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-92116067792915498992010-07-11T10:59:14.752-05:002010-07-11T10:59:14.752-05:00I loved your reminiscing about our old downtown! ...I loved your reminiscing about our old downtown! My sister and I rode the bus on summer days and spent our time in the "dime stores". At the lunch counter, we would split a malt and a "downtown" sandwich--toasted bread cut diagonally (fancy!)and cocktail toothpicks holding each half together. I remember being puzzled by the "Whites Only" signs near the restrooms and fountains. Two black girls could not have shared a lunch there and today would have a whole other set of memories.Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09061756258759329809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-86215965092909493602010-07-11T10:49:37.512-05:002010-07-11T10:49:37.512-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09061756258759329809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-90772850095523987712010-07-11T00:30:41.618-05:002010-07-11T00:30:41.618-05:00Oh, I just loved reading this! And yes, times have...Oh, I just loved reading this! And yes, times have changed...........so much! blessings,KathleenEggs In My Pockethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17229803318817119532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-81215382294478610762010-07-10T22:52:30.293-05:002010-07-10T22:52:30.293-05:00Okay you Stick Horse Cowgirls ... I like your grit...Okay you Stick Horse Cowgirls ... I like your grit!! I am following you now too!! Gotta love girls who can wear white gloves and change a tractor battery!! I'm on your team for sure!! You remind me of the girls "Fried Green Tomatoes"!!<br /><br />Lots of love and some grit too,<br />Susan and BentleySusan Freemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04323206599839838089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-89401072991344530872010-07-08T05:50:20.191-05:002010-07-08T05:50:20.191-05:00Hi girls, love your story and adore the photo'...Hi girls, love your story and adore the photo's, they're just great. Kind regards, Anita.Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136895163590757519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-91402331897822153212010-07-08T00:12:27.747-05:002010-07-08T00:12:27.747-05:00My, things have changed. I miss that era of decen...My, things have changed. I miss that era of decency and the atmosphere of class and respect. The feminist movement has done both genders such a disservice in removing things that promote the good differences in men and women. I enjoyed your contrasts. Good post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-73095711338669335942010-07-07T20:21:53.568-05:002010-07-07T20:21:53.568-05:00I remember the shopping trips to the city (a 45 mi...I remember the shopping trips to the city (a 45 mile trip for us), and I remember a swanky department store with a mezzanine. But I was never taken into a lingerie department, so I have absolutely no idea what lay ensconced past it. My mother was a career woman who didn't have time to sit, and wouldn't want to plant that seed in my impressionable mind, I'm sure. I was allowed to sit with the ladies in the craft/fabric department's classroom and work on my needlepoint, knitting, or embroidery, because no matter what, our time had to be occupied by something that we would have to show for it later.<br /><br />And as for that bathroom that lay beyond the ladies' lounge? Who was allowed to use a public restroom? If you couldn't hold it till you got home, it was a sign of personal weakness. LOLkath001https://www.blogger.com/profile/15419353146614030036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-67270355413670023272010-07-07T15:19:16.757-05:002010-07-07T15:19:16.757-05:00Funny, I am just a few years younger but I don'...Funny, I am just a few years younger but I don't remember the details of the "ladies lounge"...just that you went through it to get to the bathroom. I looked forward to those trips to the bathroom because it was a break from the incessant shopping! Yep, now I remember how I came to hate shopping without purpose. I am, for the most part, a "purposeful shopper"! A product of that "weirdness" you describe in your post and I can't wait until you write that one!<br /><br />However, the Saturday trips were a break from the everyday and there was some anticipation in riding a bus. I actually liked riding the bus, especially near Christmas because I would get to look at all the wonderful displays in the shop windows with fake snow, lights, candy and toys and then the decorated homes along the way. That was quite a treat and remains a wonderful memory! The other Saturday treat was getting to go to the "drugstore" and perhaps having a coke float or soda and getting some rock candy and a banana carmel for my Dad when he finished playing pool (his escape from the everyday:) Glad you wrote about those old Saturdays!KathySuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15453964623882365876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-64559305952216404152010-07-07T14:57:28.824-05:002010-07-07T14:57:28.824-05:00I do love this post! It's like taking a littl...I do love this post! It's like taking a little trip back in time! The mezzanine at Gus Blass Department Store where there was a tearoom, and the Ladies Lounge with the sofa and the little old ladies visiting and resting their tired feet on the 2nd or 3rd (?) floor. V.Stickhorsecowgirlshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04167094045033324094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-28358781482283123692010-07-07T08:12:29.645-05:002010-07-07T08:12:29.645-05:00Me, again C...
Went back and read my post - I too...Me, again C...<br /><br />Went back and read my post - I took a different tangent, didn't I? Ladies' lounges were the subject right? I remember those, too...Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07741431727993692456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-80527578061682355172010-07-07T08:10:52.016-05:002010-07-07T08:10:52.016-05:00Yes, I remember those times myself, C. We always ...Yes, I remember those times myself, C. We always had my grandmother in tow to go downtown, and you better believe it - we had our "nice" clothes on, too.<br /><br />One of my big gripes today is the fact that most people look like they're "slumming" when you see them out in public. People just don't dress up anymore - for practically anything! Even weddings, funerals and church services are much more relaxed and casual.<br /><br />Now, I like to be comfortable, too, and don't know that I'd wanna go back to dressing up all the time, but to me it shows a lack of respect. Guess I'm old fashioned, but I am about alot of things.<br /><br />I love looking through my mom's old photo albums in the 50's and seeing all the lovely women in dresses and heels and the men in suits lookin' all spiffy. Much more glamorous. My mom had shoes, purse and even gloves and jewelry to match all her outfits, and my MIL always had a pair of tres chic sunglasses - they just all looked like movie stars - and they didn't have much money. <br /><br />Which tells me that one can still look nice even on a budget...<br /><br />Good post!Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07741431727993692456noreply@blogger.com