every once in a while, my Mom would take us for a long walk into town, to Pomeroy's Dept Store. I rode the escalator and we started on the top floor and worked our way down. I don't know if we always bought something, but we did look. On the corner, just outside the huge brass revolving door was the pretzel man. I was allowed a whole warm salty pretzel for the walk home. I miss that cart. When I look at this photo, I smell these pretzels and I am immediately transported to Reading, Pa. The store is no longer, although the building might still be there. The pretzel man was always nice...and there was a Mr. Peanut dancing around, also. I held my Mother's hand until my brother was born; then I held the buggy.
missed days, august 13, 2010
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every once in a while, my Mom would take us for a long walk into town, to Pomeroy's Dept Store. I rode the escalator and we started on the top floor and worked our way down. I don't know if we always bought something, but we did look. On the corner, just outside the huge brass revolving door was the pretzel man. I was allowed a whole warm salty pretzel for the walk home. I miss that cart. When I look at this photo, I smell these pretzels and I am immediately transported to Reading, Pa. The store is no longer, although the building might still be there. The pretzel man was always nice...and there was a Mr. Peanut dancing around, also. I held my Mother's hand until my brother was born; then I held the buggy.
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