It is another rainy day and you have likely had enough of the holiday season, so I will attempt to offer something for you to do. Although shopping is involved, it is not the kind of shopping you just did in an awful, crowded mall. There used to be better places in which to shop and you can visit a few below.
One of them is in La Ronge, Saskatchewan, but it will not be there next year. The story about its impending closure was told twice by the CBC and you can read and watch or listen to those stories here. Robertson's Trading Post is worth visiting one last time. (Content Warning: Although I don't usually provide one, I will note that anti-fur, animal lovers might be traumatized by some of the photographs provided. Others may be 'harmed' by learning that for some people, a typical work week was 12 hours per day, 7 days a week. )
Almost by accident, Mulcahy's Miscellany contains other stories about the general stores of our past. Anyone interested in such ancient emporiums who stumbles upon this post, will find information about the old relics that once were -- village stores, department stores, ranging from Robertson's in La Ronge to Kingsmill's in London.
Saturday, 30 December 2023
A Year-End Bundle of Nostalgia
Meet the Robertsons
Saturday, 25 March 2023
Nostalgia Isn't What It Used To Be
Nordstrom and Zellers
But What About Schnurr's?
Wednesday, 6 January 2021
Cathedrals of Consumption
Happy New Year.
I will begin slowly and likely stay at that pace. There are not many incentives to action and we are being actively encouraged to remain inactive and inside. I suppose this should mean that I could blog more, but even an unread blog, about nothing in particular, requires some effort and more effort would be required should I attempt to edit it, out of fear that someone might stumble over one of my posts. I am not too concerned about libel suits, or posses consisting of those out chasing the politically incorrect, but I am worried about the odd, enraged grammarian, even though I have the Internet to help me figure out what the plural of posse is.
That is a very slow start and now I will back up a few days and discuss a couple of the emails I received at the dawn of the New Year. Reading and answering emails is another reason I am not a very productive blogger, that along with the fact that I don't get paid for blogging.
One email was from THE BAY and the one immediately following it was about the Hudson's Bay Company. THE BAY was reminding me that I could still take advantage of Boxing Day, if I missed Black Friday and they will soon be letting me know about the wonderful sales to be had at Easter. They will probably even let me know that they will host the President's Day sales that are held on Washington's Birthday, since we can't go across the border.
The second email was nostalgic in nature and it came in the "Canada Letter" which is a weekly column sent out by Ian Austen, a columnist for the New York Times. Ian is a local boy (born in Windsor) who cobbles together items for the benefit of the Canadian subscribers. He let us know that the old bricks and mortar version of the Hudson's Bay Company is not doing so well and that the big old branch in Winnipeg is no more.
Here is what he had to say: While it was already on death row, Hudson’s Bay Company’s presence in downtown Winnipeg, ended with unexpected abruptness. After announcing that its much diminished former flagship outlet would be shut in February, the retailer permanently locked the doors of the 600,000 square foot store at the end of November. As the caption hints, the Winnipeg store was valued at $0.00.
Ian, like many of us, has "a soft spot for large, downtown department stores" and remembers going to that other old Canadian department store, Eaton's, and even venturing across the river to visit the other Hudson's, the J.L. Hudson store on Woodward Avenue in Detroit. As, he points out, they were where Santa could be found, perhaps when he wasn't in the one in Winnipeg or London.
The old days were good as the picture above indicates. Kingsmill's in London is also gone. As the days go by, things become less good as the photo below illustrates. Simpson's is also gone.








