I didn’t just go to The Shops at Tanforan (it was called "Tanforan Park" back then)—I raced there, willingly and excitedly, under the ever-enthusiastic guidance of my grandmother, the original shopping adventurer. Tanforan was part of our legendary “three malls in three hours” marathon. First, we’d hit Stonestown for The Emporium, then Westlake for JCPenney, and finally, Tanforan for Sears and, of course, the promise of treats. And when I say “3 malls in 3 hours,” I mean it. My grandmother wasn’t some leisurely driver, sipping tea behind the wheel. Oh no, she was a bona fide speed demon, behind the wheel of a 1970 Mustang, roaring down the road with a sense of purpose. In the stores, she was a blur—a whirlwind of linens, lace, and determination. The unmistakable sound of metal hangers flying across the racks was like a battle cry—there’s a sale going on, and we weren’t about to miss it! A 1975 postcard from Tanforan Park mall This postcard brings back many memories. I'd...
Exploring the golden age of shopping—lost malls, vanished department stores, and retail history from the San Francisco Bay Area and beyond. Nostalgia at 25% off—because retro is always in style.