Sounds awful, but very much a sign of the times.
I shall always think of Rackhams as the glossy, warm store with all sorts to grab the attention (albeit pricey). A few memories for me: unfamiliar smells of the food hall and the chance to buy something different, the cold, shiny balustrade of the staircase with marble steps from the Temple Row entrance giving a great view of the counters below, the great lighting, the lovely window displays and the amazing range of hosiery on the ground floor! I’d take all this in during my lunch hour as I worked above Rackham’s in Windsor House. But rarely did I buy in Rackhams. In terms of Rackhams clothes, as a youngster, I always thought they were too conservative (and in any case out of my price range) but the experience of walking through the store was always uplifting and vibrant.
Perhaps the fondest and strongest memory for me was meeting up with my aunt for lunch not long before she passed away. She was over here from the States and we had lunch in the restaurant. The time discussing memories and family history we shared in there was wonderful. I’m so glad we had that opportunity and we chose Rackhams (by then House of Fraser) to meet up.
Viv