Ken and Janice Tate

Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,

If you're a regular reader of this column, you know I hail from a very small town in the rural midsection of the United States: one stoplight, not enough students to field a football team, everybody knew everybody else. It was a cushiony-soft, sheltered upbringing for which I am eternally grateful.

Still, one of the biggest thrills in my childhood was when my mom would determine that she needed some item that couldn't be found in town, or even in the neighboring, slightly larger town that served as the county seat. In those rare cases, we needed to go to The Mall.

We dressed up -- no playclothes allowed! -- and piled into the car for the 40-minute drive into the small city one county over. Clothing and variety stores lined the city's main street, but a sparkling, three-story Lazarus department store anchored the brand-new mall on the outskirts of town, and that was usually our destination.

Mom headed to the ladies' or household department. My brothers headed for the toys. Me? I headed straight for the escalators. Thevery idea of moving stairs enchanted me, and I played on them for the duration of the shopping trip. I'm quite sure I annoyed any and all fellow escalator riders with my hopping, skipping and jumping around, not to mention my occasional treks down the up and up the down, but I didn't care. And apparently neither did my mom, as she allowed me full rein to enjoy the mysterious disappearing steps until she was finished with her to-do list.

Every once in a while, if it was just Mom and me on the excursion, we would ride the escalators together to the top-floor Sky View restaurant and enjoy grilled cheese sandwiches and ice-creamsundaes in fancy parfait glasses with long spoons. It was magical.

The delightful stories of "going to town" in this issue confirm that I was not the only one who felt the experience was a treat in the Good Old Days. We hope you find them delightful too!

'Til next time,

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Mary Beth Weisenburger, Editor

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Mary Beth Weisenburger has been with Annie's since April 2011. She has 25 years of experience in the marketing, advertising and publishing fields. In addition to her job as editor of Good Old Days, she has been writing a family humor column for over a decade. She and her husband, two college-age kids, two dogs and various other critters live on five acres in the country, where she enjoys reading on the back porch, refinishing furniture, feeding the birds and digging in the dirt of her perennial gardens.

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