I drove down 41st today for the first time in years. I grew up in Kerrisdale but don’t live anywhere near there anymore. But driving by there (which is currently a colossal mess of construction), I remembered two things:
1. The Parcel Pickup from the Woodward’s Food Floor. Instead of taking your shopping bags (all paper) to your car, your bagged groceries would disappear into a tunnel in these large plastic bins with numbers on them. You’d receive a ratty plastic shingle with a number on it... and you’d drive your car to this island in the middle of the parking lot where you’d hand the cards to a kid who’d find the corresponding bins and retrieve the bags and put them in the trunk. You didn’t even get out of the car. Or, in my case, the back of the station wagon where I was tasked with holding the bags so they wouldn’t bounce around too much. Seatbelts? Lol
2. That Food Floor had a little Deli sort of thing where you could get Frosted Malts that were the greatest thing ever. Wendy’s Frosty is the closest thing that comes to mind, but for anyone who ever had the original, I’m sure you’d agree it’s far from the same thing. If anyone knows where to get a good genuine local Frosted Malt, please chime in!
My parents are long gone, as is the house we lived in, replaced by a large ugly concrete box. Doesn’t matter — not like I’ll ever be able to afford living around there... but nothing will ever take away the wonderful memories.
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