Reading “Me, My Mom and Sears” (May 2018) brought back many memories. I miss the Sears catalogue even more than I miss the company’s physical stores. As a child growing up in the 1960s, it was a big event when the annual catalogue arrived at your house. Thick and filled with colourful pages, the books contained everything, even the kitchen sink. Children would pick out what they wanted from Santa that year, and parents would call in their orders on a rotary phone. They’d get to speak directly with a salesperson before having a package delivered right to their door. Those were the days!
PHILIP LYSACK, Toronto
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