I've just discovered the "go to page" function! Only took me 5 years. What else is hidden away. #153 ?????
My recollection is that the queue stretched all the way down the five flights of stairs. Living some distance out of Birmingham at that time, it was not possible for my mother to take me there for when the shop openedYou didn't avail your selves of the lifts then, or were you unaccompanied by adults.
When writing the above (#833) I had intended including the following. I was also a member of Lewis's Boys' Own Club. I still have my card. I was number 560. I do not remember much about it but I did go to one members' Christmas party.In the late 40's I was always taken to Lewis's to see Father Christmas. One year though he must have felt like a change annd was at the Beehive in Albert Street. You did not have to walk upstairs go in a lift. No you went by ship. I can't remember much now but you entered a space that I thought was a lift. But it was decked out like a ship. When the gate shut behind you and the ship sailed, the sea got rough. The ship rolled and lurched. Finally the sea calmed down and we landed. The gate at the end away from the entrance opened and there he was, Father Christmas ! Magic.