When I was a young girl, the highlight of shopping trips to Jackson was always a visit to The Emporium on Capital Street. Everything about it fascinated me, from the exotic-sounding name to the heavy glass doors, crystal chandeliers and beautiful window displays. Just walking into the building was an adventure.
Located next door to the Governor's Mansion and surrounded by tall buildings, The Emporium was bright lights and big city for this small-town girl. It was the only store I'd ever been to that wasn't named after someone I knew and was a place to buy things we didn't have in Magee.