I remember Downtown Dayton Days. Slashed prices, great shopping, it was a retail holiday!
Rike’s – gone.
One of the saddest things to ever happen to downtown Dayton was the end of Rike’s. What a great store. Elevators you could get into. Aisles you could walk through. The Mezzanine. The Restaurant. Breakfast with Santa. Quality merchandise!
It was shopping – REAL shopping. There were other great stores too. Elder-Beerman, real men’s shops, real dress shops, dime stores, shoe stores. I bought all my shoes at Wendel’s Bootery. Back in the day, Wendel’s was on Third Street (I think), now it’s out on Philadelphia. The shoes were stylish, modern, and “disco-ready”.
Oh, I loved to shop!
My very first “credit card”…and I might add, the beginning of the demise of my financial security!
It was called a Charge A Plate, and it was from Rike’s. I suppose it’s the sentimental hoarder in me that kept it all these years. I got it right before Christmas in 1972. I was proud of the presents I got for everyone that year…all from Rike’s. I doubt that Amy still has the white fuzzy coat or Charles Laton has the six shooters – frankly, I doubt that his Mom ever let him play with them – but I remember them.
And I remember shopping in Downtown Dayton, Downtown Dayton Days – especially Rike’s!
Really, Wal-Mart just doesn’t compare.