[nutmeg]

The store was originally "M. Rich & Sons" on Forsyth Street in downtown Atlanta. They had a famous clock on the north wall of the store - "meet me at the clock" was a standard rendezvous. We used to go with my grandmother down to Rich's to shop and eat lunch at the Magnolia Room. White gloves and patent leather shoes!

We must be roughly the same age... I have similar memories as a little girl! :o)
(except in NYC and Hartford, CT instead of Atlanta)

Imagine dressing up like that just to shop or have lunch in a nice restaurant today... those days are gone forever... *sigh*

[AnAmericanMother]

My grandmother was one of that generation who faced the world perfectly coiffed, powdered (no lipstick or eye shadow though!), and pearled.

Part of it I think was that she was an executive's wife but had risen from poorer circumstances (her family was Old Blood and No Money -- we are descended through her from the brother of George Walton, who was a Signer for Georgia.) She felt that she had to keep up a certain standard . . . and she did. Had her hair done every week until she died.