Whereas mom favored shopping at department stores like Striplings, Cox’s or Monnigs, my father preferred Leonard’s or “Monkey Wards”. This made those two stores frequent destinations for father-and-son Saturday outings, particularly Leonard’s. To a boy age 7 or so, there was simply no comparison between going with mom to Striplings and with dad to Leonard’s. What made Leonard’s special? For one, it had a subway that shuttled customers to and from their remote parking lot. That would be the only selling point a kid would need, but there’s more: the store was great, with a dizzying array of merchandise that was presented in a delightfully cluttered fashion. One invariably found cool things you didn’t expect, which was no doubt the plan. Shopping at Leonard’s was an adventure.
The correspondence on the back of this linen card, which is postmarked June 5, 1944, reads like many other postcards and letters from the era:
Here I am at Ft. Worth at the U.S.O. dropping you this card, having a swell time, wishing you were here.
Love & Kisses,
Camp Swift, Texas
Do you ever wonder why things like this are no longer in the hands of a family member? Aren’t there any sons or daughters, nieces or nephews, who would treasure this? Perhaps there are no living descendants. Whatever the case, the simple humanity they display can be cherished by all.