Good morning once again to all my readers. Frigid here is the Midwest. Single digit temperatures are unbelievable this early in December. I cannot imagine what the weather will be like as the winter continues. If the way my birds at the window are eating...we had best honker down for a long, hard winter.
Well, today's blog is about the joy of Christmas windows. I can remember since I was a child the joy of going downtown on State street to look into the Marshall Fields windows. It was the most spectacular sight. Children, including myself in awe over the mechanically moving figures in the window. There just seemed to be something magical about those windows. It took quite a long time to see them, for people would gather in bulk at a time to view its delightful treasure. You would just patiently wait until it was your turn to get up to see it. From window to window you would read the story as it traveled it's way down the street. The magic was all there. Inside those windows were dreams of both children and adults alike. From magical fairies and elves to Paddington bear and Harry Potter. It made memories for all who walked by. How I miss those days.
It was a tradition since I was a child to go downtown to Marshall Fields and view the windows. I went with my mother and then took my daughters. From there I took my Granddaughters. Generations of memories behind a sheet of glass.
The golden trumpets handing outside only added to the wonder of the day. We would buy cider from the street vender to keep us warm as we travelled back and forth, over and over again.
When we were finished viewing the windows, it was a trip inside to the most magnificent displays of the holiday ever! They were gigantic! If anything ever made a statement, they certainly filled the bill. Then it was off to the Elevators to go to the floor that hosted the Walnut Room. This was the fantasy come true. To sit under the elaborately decorated, gigantic tree and have lunch. The magical fairy would walk around all dressed in costume and have the children close their eyes and make a wish as she waved her wand over their heads and sprinkled magic fairy dust over them. When you watched them close their eyes and make their wishes it was truly a priceless moment! I remember one year, my friend had lost her son and consequently gained 5 grandsons. I took them all downtown with my granddaughters to see the windows and have dessert in the Walnut Room. They had never been there before. I thought perhaps because they were all boys that it wouldn't hold the same type of magic....BOY, was I wrong. They asked whether they could always be a part of my tradition. To see the boys close their eyes and make their wishes gladdened my heart. They loved sitting beneath the tree and watching the train go around and around.
These are the priceless moments of Christmas. The joy on the children's faces cannot be measured with any yardstick. The twinkle in their eyes, the grins on the faces are etched in my memory forever.
I am so grateful to have been part of Marshall Fields Christmas gift. Sometimes gifts are not always wrapped up pretty and tied with a bow. Oftentimes they are right there out in the open for all to see. You just need to make the time and the effort to look. Thank you to all who created those windows for me and for many others. It may have just been a job...but oh....what a job you did!