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When I was a little girl, my mother would take me to see the dolls in the toy department at Marshall Field’s. There were electric trains in cases that the children who were tall enough, could stand, nose to glass, to watch go around. It was a time when strangers helped children find their mothers who had gotten lost! Field’s is a part of the story where generations of children have ridden the escalators while holding their mother’s hand. I couldn’t write a novel set in Chicago without writing about Field’s. If you have time you can read an earlier Chicago Tour Blog I wrote about this special place.
When the cab pulled up at Fields, over two hundred and fifty protesters were gathered under the famous Fields clock at State and Randolph. Katherine, led Elizabeth into the throng. Everyone was sharing their stories. A woman standing next to Katherine said, “I brought my granddaughter here when she was little to buy a Rothschild coat, and was told they no longer carried them. I was indignant. I told the sales woman, ‘My mother bought my Rothschild coats here, I bought my daughter’s coats here, and I am here to buy my granddaughter a coat!’”
They stood for over an hour listening to one another’s remembrances, united in their deep regret that Fields’ would no longer be called Field’s. When it was time to head back to the office, Katherine said, “Chicago cares about local lore, forget official titles. It will be a long time before Comiskey Field is called the U.S. Cellular Field or Marshall Field’s is called Macy’s. You can count on that.” From my new novel, Facing East