I am taking you to the mall today!!
My mother worked for many years through the 1960s and 70s at this shopping mall,
an L-shaped open air strip mall that was built in 1953.
It would eventually become an indoor mall in 1977,
borrowing from the ample parking lot.
Situated at the corner of two busy streets,
Jean-Talon and Pie-IX,
my mom hated when I went to the mall by myself,
whether on foot or on my bike.
But i did like to drop by occasionally.
the supermarket was indeed huge according to my childhood memories,
and by the standards back in those days.
It stood on the east northern tip on the mall.
I remember the old white counters where my mom would pick up
some roasted chicken or pork roast as a quick fix for dinner.
The B-B-Q smell was intoxicating.
I still pick up some chicken from time to time,
and it triggers various memories.
Then my mom would pick some potato salad,
and some beers!!
What else do I remember?
Morgan was another major feature of this mall.
I told you before about Morgan that eventually became The Bay,
a department store that catered to your every needs.
at the corner of the L shape,
you'd find Pascal,
the hardware store,
the kind of place I rarely ventured into until I had a place of my own...
But next door was Laura Secord,
where my mom would always get her chocolate,
and gossip with her Sicilian friend.
But my personal preference went to the candy store owned by those German sisters.
I always felt everything was so tidy at Laura Secord,
something I now appreciate as an adult,
but as a kid,
there was always so much more to explore [and enjoy] at the other jam packed store.
can't remember the name either of the shop itself or the sisters'...
But I remember how they were always so kind,
and they're the ones who first introduced me to marzipan!!!
Hardly can get any better than this!!
What else is there?
There was plenty but not everything was of interest to me.
I remember liking to go to Woolworth's,
because of the pet section at the back,
or sitting at the counter with my mom
to eat a thick crust apple turnover with lots of caramel sauce.
That is also there that many photobooth pictures happened...
There was Lucien,
an Algerian if memory serves me right,
who had an opinion about everything and loved to run his big mouth off.
He sold newspapers and magazines near the bank.
And there was a restaurant,
My mom was good at hiding the fact she was not a great fancy cook
but managed to do a couple of things considered as comfort food.
What else did she really need to know?
Reservations at the nearest restaurant,
or a few menus to order from,
the reality of the modern [working] woman.
what did she do at that mall?
She worked at Lawrence Kiddies' Shops,
something she most enjoyed for many years,
dressing kids from their baptism to their graduation day.
Can I say I had quite the wardrobe myself!?!...
I never understood why my mom was so upset
at the money I'd spend on my clothes as an adult,
when I was used to having options and quality.
This whole post is based on web research,
having no pictures of my own to show my mom at work,
but relying mostly on memories going back 40-50 years ago...
you see a review of the boutique in another mall in a local paper.
One of those things I remember from the store is that old kiddy ride,
a '50s horsey that I loved to ride when I was little.
I found this vid on the web
and this is as close as I could find.
But I also came across this and just had to share it with you.
I also remember a bird in a cage.
Was it an Ara or a Macaw?
I remember his name was "Pete"!!
A bird with a nasty disposition,
but it is understandable as it was trapped in there,
surrounded by noisy kids that banged on its cage and yelled at it.
I never had a problem with it
as I kept my distance,
not sticking my little fingers in there,
and speaking to it softly.
It would look at me from the farthest side of its cage,
then gradually approach,
judging I was no threat,
and it made some funny noises.
A poor bird that deserved better.
That probably set me on how I'd like to treat my own pets.
My kitties have their own room
and full access to all of the apartment,
except the balcony,
as it is how I lost my first [lovely] cat...
Found you a couple of gems here!!
My mom eventually went on to work at another boutique and also The Bay for a little while,
before finally retiring,
something that surprised me quite a lot.
I thought she'd always keep on working...
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As for myself,
I did carry on two full time jobs for many years,
literally working "day and night"!!
Officially making me a workaholic.
I used to define myself through my work.
I always took pride and care in everything I did,
all work and no play makes you a very dull boy,
I felt I had enough time to play and entertain with style,
more than I do now at any rate.
I now have a single job and have become quite the homebody,
always eager to come home to my kitties and some peace and quiet.
I've learned that a job is a mean to earn a living,
and that it may reflect some of your aspirations,
but it never defines you as a person,
as it can all be taken away from you in a second,
just a number on a payroll for the boss.
Appreciation is a rare commodity nowadays!!
It is a good thing to have interests outside the workplace.
But you can also meet people through your work,
people you befriend and they become an integral part of your life.
But my advice to you:
DON'T F%&K WITH THE PAYROLL!!
Office romance is not as romantic as you might think.
They are the source for gossip and discomfort when things go bad...
I've seen it happen [to others].
It's the middle of the night,
I'm just rambling on...
I don't know if this worked for you,
but this is what I had for you this week.
I'm going back to bed now!!