Yes!!! to the joy of trips to Woolworths, Kresge, Murphys, and other dimestores.
And the annual trip downtown on the coldest night of the year to "see the windows" and visit Santa at the department store......priceless memories.
I loved Morrow's Nut House for the smell alone. All different kinds of hot nuts, fresh from the roaster and fudge.
The big department stores were exciting. I especially loved Ayres, which had 11 stories and fast elevators with glass doors so you could see the floors whizzing by while the operator announced, " Better Dresses, Notions, Lingerie, Menswear....". Sometimes we'd just ride the elevators up and down until the operators would urge us out.
Remember the "Floorwalkers"? Men (and toward the end, sometimes a lady) who circulated throughout the store, helping shoppers find things or watching out for shoplifters. You could always identify one; he would be nattily dressed in a sharp dark suit with a crisp white shirt and a carnation in his lapel. " May I be of assistance, Madam?"
My grandma was a shopaholic, always in pursuit of that Holy Grail.....The Ultimate Bargain, The Unpassable Deal, The Sale of the Century. That would involve multiple trips downtown each week, never less than two, and I tagged along frequently. We'd always be dressed nicely: this was a Quest-with-a-Capital-Q, y'know. We'd always have lunch at Ayres Tea Room, in a lady-like atmosphere, because even if we were on a Quest, we were still ladies, after all.