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With Christmas just around the corner, what better time than now to remember the Wish Book. What child didn’t love that book come Christmas. A child’s favorite pages ended up torn and dog-eared, with special toys circled. Dreaming of things Santa might bring, the Wish Book represented many a child’s hope for a big Christmas. Adults saw great temptations and things needed to make life more practical. The Wish Book had it all.

It had flimsy paper, was thick as a big city phone book, and served as a mirror of the times. Of course, I’m writing about the Sears, Roebuck catalog. Has anyone seen one lately?

No way, unless you stumbled upon one in an attic. The company stopped producing the catalogue in 1993 in response to retailing trends. It marked the end of an era.

Georgia writer Harry Crews remembers the catalogue and in a way the catalogue made him who he is. “In the minds of most people, the Sears, Roebuck catalogue is a kind of low joke associated with outhouses. God knows the catalogue sometimes ended up in the outhouse, but more often it did not. All the farmers, black and white, kept dried corncobs beside their double-seated thrones, and the cobs served the purpose for which they were put there with all possible efficiency and comfort.

“The Sears, Roebuck catalogue was much better used as a Wish Book, which it was called by the people out in the country, who would never be able to order anything out of it, but could at their leisure spend hours dreaming over.”

Crews heaps praise on the catalog. “The federal government ought to strike a medal for the Sears, Roebuck Company for sending all those catalogues to farming families, for bringing all that color and all that mystery and all that beauty into the lives of country people.”

I agree. Strike a medal. I remember it myself, which dates me I suppose. I remember seeing it in my grandfather’s two-seater, the pages torn away in ragged layers. And I remember dreaming over shiny shotguns with mahogany-like stocks when visions of hunting occupied my small boy’s mind. And any man who’s not a liar will tell you he leafed through the women’s lingerie section. Thumbing through its pages was nothing less than an adventure in pure imagination and a journey through America. But it wasn’t all joy.

The Sears, Roebuck catalogue also brought a reality check into some homes. Crews said he first became fascinated with the Sears catalogue because all the people in its pages were perfect.

“Nearly everybody I knew had something missing, a finger cut off, a toe split, an ear half-chewed away, an eye clouded with blindness from a glancing fence staple. And if they didn’t have something missing, they were carrying scars from barbed wire, or knives, or fishhooks. But the people in the catalogue had no such hurts. They were not only whole, they had all their arms and legs and eyes on their unscarred bodies, but they were also beautiful. Their legs were straight and their heads were never bald and on their faces were looks of happiness, even joy, looks that I never saw much in the faces of people around me.”

No doubt, a family eking out a hardscrabble living found the catalogue a tormenting presence, a reminder of its standing in life, a reminder that there are “haves” and “have-nots” in this world. Crews, who grew up wretchedly poor in Bacon County, Georgia, wasn’t fooled by the beautiful models, perfect hair, pressed clothes, and the things companies do to make their products appear perfect and desirable.

“Young as I was, though” wrote Crews, “I had known for a long time that it was all a lie. I knew that under those fancy clothes there had to be scars, there had to be swellings and boils of one kind or another because there was no other way to live in the world … And it was out of this knowledge that I first began to make up stories about the people I found in the catalogue.”

Crews, using his rich imagination, figured all the beautiful catalogue people were related, not necessarily by blood, but they knew one another, and because they knew one another there had to be hard feelings, trouble between them off and on, violence, and hate between them as well as love. And though he couldn’t know it at the time, the stories he spun about the models in the catalogue jumpstarted a unique writing career.

While rich kids poured over the Wish Book knowing their wishes would come true, the catalogue offered Crews a creative escape from abject poverty. For others, its bright pages provided Christmas wrapping paper during tough times, a way to start a fire, and then there were those outhouses.

That was then. Today, Sears produces a scaled-down catalog, the Wish Book (actual name), but it’s just 187 pages, a fraction of its glory days self.

Remember the “big book” with fondness? Then thank Richard W. Sears for founding the R.W. Sears Watch Company in 1886. A year later, Alvah C. Roebuck came on board to repair watches. Sears sold his business in 1889 and a year later he and Roebuck founded a mail-order operation: Sears, Roebuck and Company, and that led to the first Wish Book in 1893.

It enjoyed a run of 100 years, a century of Americana, memories, and dreams. And for one Bacon County boy, its flawless people spurred his imagination to understand that somehow, even if you were a picture-perfect model, life nonetheless was hard, real, and filled with suffering.

1. Ross from Pawleys says:

   December 11, 2009 at 6:35 am

   Tom, you just brought back memories of a Mother who used “the wish book” with her two boys before every Christmas in the late forties in Summerville, SC. “The Flowertown in the Pines” was not blessed with a large department store. The closest then was Sears and Robuck on Kings Street in Charleston. The catalog was the Bible and, yes, “the wish list”. Thanks for the memories. Well done.

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2. sally wood says:

   December 11, 2009 at 8:09 pm

   I spent a number of my young teenage years in Bolivia. Perhaps not a third world country at the time, but at best a two and a half world country. I don’t know quite how we got the Sears and Roebuck catalog, but we did and it was the BOMB! My brother and sisters and I dreamed over all that stuff that we had left behind. Our school friends were knocked out when they drooled over all the stuff in that book that all you had to do was order and they would send it to you. I think they made secret lists that filled pages of things they were going to order when they could. The native Quechuas who worked for us simply didn’t get it at all. When my Mother gave them the book and told them to pick two things each that they wanted for Christmas, chaos ensued.
   What was a girdle? What was their shoe size? What were pajamas? Could they choose a particular color? What was a baby buggy?

   Fortunately the BOOK came early in the year. It took all year. But when Christmas came………….Joy to the World!

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3. Mary Civille says:

   December 12, 2009 at 1:06 am

   I remember my mother ordering 100% Dan River cotton by the yard from the Wish Book when we lived in Japan. Navy plaid that became a shirt for my dad, an apron for me in Home Ec several years later and several pieces of clothing for our dolls.

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4. C Smith says:

   December 13, 2009 at 11:52 am

   Tom just to add some funny but true happenings while useing the outhouse the catalog served as reading material if it wasn’t a cold day. When it was time to use it for the other reason it was there we turned to another page that didn’t interest us. Boys never used the ladies’ underware section and I would imagine girls didn’t use the boy’s underware section either. Don’t lie ladies.

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5. Kirsten says:

   December 15, 2009 at 12:21 am

   As a very young child, I was actually a Sears model and the highlight of my career was modeling the “bride” costume for the WishBook. Hardly perfect, but it was the pinnacle of my career. I wanted everything in that book (at least until it flipped to the housewares section). Thanks for the memories.

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6. Janet Ward says:

   December 15, 2009 at 11:14 pm

   My sisters and I would grab the Wish Book and play “Name that Color.” The Wish Book would have little blocks of color — salmon, pink, tan, cornflower, sage, etc. — for towels, sheets and whatever else came in various colors. We would cover them up and ask each other, “Which is salmon and which is coral?” When you are fairly poor, that is a fun game.

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7. Kathy E. says:

   December 27, 2009 at 7:16 am

   Knowing Santa was frequently aided by the fine folks who produced the Wish Book and being the child sleuth that I was, I spotted the corner of a thin sheet of paper in a bowl on top of the fridge that looked suspiciously like the carbon copy print-out that accompanied orders from Sears. One December afternoon I found myself along in the kitchen. I hoisted myself onto the counter where I could stand and reach the top of the fridge. I grabbed the list from the bowl and held it just long enough to decipher the listed items — a pogo stick, the game of Life, a pair of “boys’” basketball shoes all the girls were starting to wear, a few Lemon Frog clothing items, the Sears brand for tweens… I quickly tossed the paper back in the bowl, jumped down and went about my business. I was feeling pretty good and only a little guilty until about ten minutes later when my mother sat down beside me and said, “Do you want to just call off Christmas? You know, the adults do all this for the kids. Some things that are just supposed to be a surprise.” How she’d known I never knew, but I gave up Christmas sluething from that point on.

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