My earliest dime store recollection involves a lunchtime outing with my Mom from Quisling Clinic where she worked as a therapist, to the Woolworth’s store on the capitol square. I was probably five years old and I remember eyeing coconut-covered donuts in a glass cake stand at the coffee counter. Mom likely bought nylons or Nivea hand cream, and she allowed me to choose a toy from the glorious aisles of plastic-encased plastic. I selected a miniature nursing kit and proudly shared it with the real nurses at the clinic upon our return.
A female’s relationship with her Five and Dime varies drastically according to her phase of development, and serves as a barometer for her well-being.
For a pre-schooler that waxed drug store aisle provides a sensory table with hidden gems under display cases like errant Smarties or lost pennies. A stage for both backspin and tantrum, the shiny hall of pretties doubles as the dream crusher known as Not today dear, maybe next time. I still want that Crayon-shaped make-up for girls. Debbie Siegel got it, why not me dammit?
An older kid’s drug store heart beats only for the candy counter. I used my power of reasoning to solve complicated algorithms involving which candy to buy, and when to eat it. I could get the Sprees and the Twix and maybe just eat one of the Twix before Hebrew School and then still have BOTH the sprees AND the bonus Twix for break time. I’m going to suck on a few sprees while I think about it. And a bite of this Twix. I’d ponder and space–eating my entire stash–inevitably begging Nibs off Ellen or Sam at break time, suffering the humiliation of begging for more Nibs and more Nibs yet never feeling satisfied of Nibs.
The pre-teen straddles multiple territories–with one toe in the make-up aisle, another digit considering the mystery of the Hostess Sno-ball. Her torso remains planted in candy while her eyes and limbs simultaneously attract and avoid the hair removal and deodorant echelons. I dabbled in Nair—giving myself an inadvertent chemical peel or two–and even purchased a do-it-yourself home electrolysis kit I never used. Something about home-electrolysis administered by me–a 12 year old who couldn’t even French-braid my own hair–made me squeamish on top of the shame of an apparent endocrine imbalance. So I threw the whole thing out. Too much allowance? Meet endless hours of after school neurosis.
Teenage girls maintain their affair with the make-up and the candy aisles, with perhaps a dalliance at cigarettes upon check out. They take special care to avoid any public appearance at Pink Floyd’s The Wall of Maxipads.
College kids and young adults need only gum, contraception, nail polish remover, greeting cards and cheap wine from their Walgreens or Rite Aid. Maybe they’d get some photos developed—back when that phrase translated into words that made sense. Caveat: Unless they’re hosting a dinner party, requiring a Tostino Party Pizza or something savory from Dinty Moore.
Fast-forward to the postpartum years: The Five and Dime becomes your Eat and Breathe. Entire aisles you never knew existed until a being blasts out of your lower-half appear like Harry Potter’s first trip through Diagon Alley. Sitz Bath? Witch Hazel? Inflatable donut? YOU’LL BE NEEDING SOME OF THOSE, YOUNG HARRY. Midnight trips for wipes or Ambusol, breast pads or Boons—Just run really fast toward the diapers and everything you need to know will suddenly appear and drain all of your Sickles and Knuts!
After the baby years and before the silver years (God-willing and in good health), Mr. Woolworth grants us some reprieve. I rarely go to my neighborhood pharmacy these days except to siphon cash from the ATM, or pick up something overpriced I should’ve purchased elsewhere. Of course, when I go in for a book of stamps, that familiar complicated algorithm leaves me with crackled nail polish, cucumber-scented face-wash and economy-sized Nerds candy. Carpe five and dime!
Yes! For a few early Single Working Mom Years, long ago, there was the post-carpool pre-work early morning stop for gum and either (another) Goody hairbrush or trouser socks. More recently there is one drug store on the way to the beach where I’ve bought sunblock, a magazine, diet coke, water, cashews and Twizzlers so many times I could gather my items while blindfolded. Or wearing incredibly scratched 1990s Ray Bans. Same thing.
Hmmm, great post but you seemed to have missed the “OMG am I pregnant!” phase which turned me into a consumer of many high priced home pregnancy kits!
You nailed it. I ran into the drugstore yesterday for allergy medicine for my husband and came out with lip balm, nail polish, a Cadberry Egg, heel cream, and tape.
And don’t think I wasn’t eyeballing the Genie Bra.
I’m thinking the same thing as Getrealmommy: the EPT runs! Esp. the first year of marriage, I spent a small fortune running in every month. My husband told me we’d never be able to afford a baby b/c I was spending all our money on PT kits.
xo
Huge error of omission! They might as well put those suckers at check-out or sell them in bulk. Come to think of it, they’d make a great preschool fundraiser.
So exquisitely true, on every level. But let us not forget the ‘good girl’ tween who flirts with the dark side by shoplifting Bonne Bell strawberry Lip Smackers. Hmmm. I think I just made an inadvertent confession.
Yes!!
Steph
And PS to Zakary Zdub Cadbury Egg yes!!
I miss our neighborhood five and dime store. I was just getting old enough to see really well what was on the shelves when it closed and became a mattress store. Where’s the fun in that? Well other than the obvious…
Good timing! I just walked around our local drugstore last night after work, marveling at how much I love that place. I bought an ovulation predictor and dead-hooker-red nail polish, but I wanted to buy more… (RESTRAINT!)
Pink Floyd’s the Wall of Maxi Pads. Bah!
The thing I’ve learned now is that my relatives of, ahem, advanced age, seem to buy EVERYTHING there, including non-child-safe toys and stuffed animals whose heads bob and play tinny renditions of Holly Jolly Christmas. Donations, basically.
But you’ve got me thinking now, when I go today, I should pick up a box of Nerds. They sound so good!
Ours was called People’s Drugstore. Mars made a candy bar that was wide, almost twice as wide a regular candy bar, and shorter than a regular candy bar. Inside were layers of chocolate and caramel and something else I can’t remember and there were almonds on top. I became violently addicted to them. VIOLENTLY. After I left home at 17, I didn’t return until my early 20’s and was devastated when I discovered Mars no longer made that particular candy bar.
Me explaining in graphic detail to the people at People’s (!) how that candy bar looked was probably what kept them laughing at their 9-5’s.
I still dream of that candy bar.
I was just lamenting the other day the loss of Woolworths, and in our small town, the downtown Benjamin Franklin. Oh, those were the days.
My mom used to take us to People’s at the mall after my dance class every Saturday, and we’d sit at the counter and talk to the old men who congregated there every Saturday. I try to avoid CVS since the pharmacist made me cry and the tech physically threatened me (true story) but the siren song and need for…something usually finally compels me, although I still refuse to get a bonus card (so the joke’s on me?)
Now I need Nerds.
PS Every Saturday.
Ah, yes I fondly remember my childhood days. I often perused our locale story for gifts for my parents. Christmas. Birthday, etc. Plastic picture frames that were magnets for the fridge, ceramic animals.
I can’t remember the last time I went to a drugstore. Target now fulfills all of my needs.
It all just came flooding back as I was reading this. How can you remember all this stuff??? I just don’t get it. My whole childhood is a blur left to my own devices.
I used to look at the fish! I also remember pondering why things did not cost a dime or nickel at the five and dime…very literal kid!
The old Dime Stores were fabulous. I remember the smells, the wood floors and the soda fountain with stools that spun around.
Thanks for the flashback, Ann.
have a great weekend, xo jj
Aw – Sprees and Sno-Balls. Tow of my favorite memories! (In Texas the dime store was called TG&Y. It was my main supplier of Dr. Scholl’s “exercise” sandals).
Lovely stuff, Ann.
XOXO
A.
We used to roller skate through traffic to buy candy. And of course, the September trips with mom to buy SCHOOL SUPPLIES!
I bought one of those “buff your facial hair away” kits. Yeah, they don’t mention it takes off the skin too…
I think that’s the appeal, they sell everything. Normal things and random shit you never will need or use but must have right next to each other on the same shelf. It’s amazing and we all must show restraint.
Oh my word this brought back way too many bad memories. Mainly of me trying to hide my tampax under my 17 magazine.
Okay. Don’t be jealous, but I WORKED at one of these magical places.
Mine was called The Guild (drugstore AND fine gifts) and at the beginning of each shift, I would spray my wrist with a bit of Quorum cologne (very expensive)and fantasize about the handsome gentleman who might
A. Wear this (OMG $40.00!) cologne
B. Come into the Guild to purchase it
C. Love a young lady in a blue polyester apron with matching mascara and a spiral perm.
Unfortunately, it was only my creepy manager who ever looked at me twice.
First off, I love Nancy Griffith and I love that song.
I will also have you know that I bought all of my Halloween decorations at a Rite Aid.
Even more impressive is the fact that I AM RELATED TO THE FOUNDER OF WOOLWORTH’S.
Which was really useful during my Saudi Arabian childhood.
Loved this one, Ann.
I am positive that Debbie Siegel didn’t get the Crayon-shaped make-up for girls either.
I distinctly remember putting on the blue eyeshadow crayon in her (Your?? Is it really you?) bedroom!
What a great piece! I love the progress of life through the five & dime; brought back some fond memories.
I don’t remember that–but I do remember putting on nail polish in your bathroom. It was some kind of special nail polish that didn’t need to be taken off with nail-polish remover–you just peeled it off in one big strip. It was cool.
I remember that! It was Barbie nail polish. Whoa…
This is so, so great. Oh, the candy of it all! And I love Nibs. To this day.