Christmas in the City

As a child Christmas trips to visit grandpa and his wife--my step grandma who was a fun person--were exciting  for me. They had pet parakeets that they treated like their babies. And an old retired gentleman friend of theirs always gave me--a chocoholic at a young age--white chocolate. I was fascinated with it. How could it be white I'd think?

But the best part of the visit in my memory was our trip to downtown Fort Wayne for shopping in the city. The cold crisp air, the swoosh of the bus doors opening to allow passengers to exit, the ladies with their Christmas corsages--the plastic ones which I'd love to find at a vintage shop or yard sale--the hustle and bustle in the air, the decorations, and best of all the music that floated on the air, supplied by the various stores speaker systems.

My favorite was Silver Bells. To this day it never fails to transport me back into that time, that era, those good memories.