Saks is in the news this week. Apparently the company’s business – like so many other businesses, has suffered losses because of the use of online companies taking over the way we shop. I can’t remember when I learned about Saks Fifth Avenue for the first time in my life, but I expect that by the time I was in high school, I knew that my family were not people who would shop at Saks. We were Sears and Roebuck people. Saks did not have a store in Milwaukee, but when I took trips to the Loop in Chicago in my twenties, I was aware of Saks. Like my family, I didn’t shop at Saks.
But my mother shopped at Saks. On one of her trips to California to visit Jeff and me, I took Mom into San Francisco for an afternoon together. We walked around Union Square, happy to be together and to take in the City – the diversity of people, the busy streets. We had lunch at a cafe before we headed back to the BART station to catch our train back to the East Bay. But before we walked to the BART station, we separated for a time – at Mom’s request. She was on a mission.
Mom had a special gift in mind when we separated, although I didn’t know that. We parted ways for a time so that she could do her shopping while I nosed around the Square, looking at the people, looking at the store windows. I always love a new city, and San Francisco was on my long list of new cities I have visited over the course of my life.
When I met Mom at the appointed place and time, she was standing outside of Saks, looking at the people who passed her on the street. Like me, Mom loved the diversity of people she saw wherever she went. In San Francisco, she encountered people who brought a different kind of diversity than she was accustomed to in Milwaukee. And when I met Mom at the appointed place and time, she was standing, looking with interest at the passersby. She had a small bag – “Saks Fifth Avenue” stamped in elegant letters on the front, in her hand. She held the small bag close to her body.
Later that day, Mom handed me the little bag that held something special from Saks. When I opened the bag, I found a small bottle of Chanel No. 5. A gift for me.
That bottle of Chanel No. 5 was more than a gift. That bottle of Chanel No. 5 was a dream, a dream my mother held in her heart for me. She wanted me to have a life she could not have imagined, the life she did not have. She dreamed a life for me, and maybe it was in that bag, too. Maybe my life is even bigger than the dream Mom held. I will not ever know for sure.
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