Thanks to all and I hope some of you make the soup. I should have the Hudson's Maurice Salad video done in a week or so.
Yes, I feel fortunate to have lived in Detroit at a time when a place like Hudson's existed. While we had a number of other local department stores - some higher end - some lower end (and we considered Kresge/K-Mart a "local" store because Detroit was it's home!)none of them rivaled Hudson's. Hudson's sponsored the Thanksgiving Day Parade up Woodward Ave., they had the best Toyland and Santa sighting at Christmas time, and the greatest variety of merchandise and services.
At it's zenith following WWII, you could buy anything from a spool of thread to an entire bedroom set and Hudson's would gladly deliver it to your door. They stood behind everything they sold, and they were service-oriented. But so many things were different then, and Hudson's was a product of being the retailer to the city that essentially established the American "middle class" and where people with little education could afford to own a home, a car (of course, it is Detroit) and send their kids to college. If you worked enough overtime, you may have even built a cottage "up north" like so many Detroiters did during those years. But many people had disposable income for the first time and they spent it at Hudson's!
It's hard to believe that the downtown store closed over 30 years ago, but I have so many wonderful memories of that store that I hope I will always carry with me. One of my fondest is the time that I was there with my mom and sister, who was a year younger than me. I was four, maybe five years old. Sister had to go to the bathroom, and rather than taking me into the ladies room, my mom handed me off to another shopper she saw nearby! "Would mind watching my boy for a minute while I take her into the bathroom?" "Sure thing - happy to watch him," was the stranger's reply. I still remember my hand being held by this woman, as she asked me my name, how old I was, and if I liked shopping. The next thing I knew, my mom and sister had retuned, mom thanked the lady and we went on with our shopping. An important detail is that this would have been the late 1960's, and the woman my mom handed me off to was African-American. Not that it mattered to me, but from that time I knew that there were two kinds of people in the world - good and bad. Nothing else mattered. When I recalled this story with my mom decades later, she didn't have much recollection about it, only to say that the stranger must have seemed like a good person to her, and that she had been asked to watch other people's children in the same way before, because people just helped each other out. Again, we were in a different time, but I 'm so glad I was there.
Funny how a bowl of cheese soup can bring back memories like this...