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At Richmond’s downtown Thalhimers store, the Richmond Room restaurant churned out the tastiest, fluffiest popovers by the oven-full. They were served piping hot just as you sat down to the table. I would split the popover open with my knife to butter it, and a puff of steam would arise. Then I pulled the light and airy layers out with my fingers, enjoying every decadent bite. It makes my mouth water just to think of it. Mmmm…

Try this recipe, then enjoy a popover while you sit to read Finding Thalhimers. Let me know what you think…of the popover AND the book!


Thalhimers’ Richmond Room Popovers

8 Tbsp. vegetable oil, divided

2 cups all-purpose flour

6 eggs

3 cups milk, divided

1/2 tsp. sugar

2 Tbsp. baking powder (Thalhimers’ chefs insisted on Rumford)

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Using a muffin pan or popover pan, place 1 tsp. oil in each muffin cup. Place in oven until oil sizzles. In electric mixer at medium speed, beat flour, eggs, 1 1/2 cups milk, sugar and baking powder for 15 minutes. Add remaining 1 1/2 cups milk and beat 5 minutes longer. Pour batter into sizzling hot oil in muffin cups, filling each cup halfway. Bake about 20 minutes (check them at 15 minutes) until golden brown and popped. Serve immediately. Makes approximately 24 muffins (depending on size of muffin pans).


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(Excerpt from Finding Thalhimers, p. 211-213)

On the day they begin demolishing The Store, it’s Grandpa’s ninetieth birthday, but he’s far too weak to attend. Assorted members of the Thalhimer family sit on a stage erected in the middle of Broad Street in front of the derelict downtown Thalhimers building. Throngs of children eat cotton candy as they gather around a juggler on a unicycle. Faces in the crowd tilt upwards to see the huge illustration plastered on the aluminum façade depicting the performing arts center to be built in its place.

I can sense Dad’s emotions stirring as city government officials and performing arts foundation members pull a velvet sheath to reveal the massive clock that hung above Thalhimers’ entrance at the corner of Sixth and Broad Street. The crowd claps as our family accepts the clock as a gift.

The clock looks lonely sitting on the street, its hands still and its pulse no longer ticking. I think of all of the events it has witnessed: the move from Fifth Street with the red rolling cartons, the Toy Parades and giant candlesticks at Christmastime, the Reynolds aluminum panels going up, the Civil Rights boycotts, the crowds gathered for Thalhimers’ closing day. I wonder how we’ll get the clock home; it’s bigger than my car.

Dad said he could never go back to the downtown Thalhimers building after it closed because he didn’t want to see it without customers. When I see the clock sitting there on the street corner, I understand what he means. Sometimes it’s best to remember things at the peak of their glory.

I return to The Store about a week later to have one last look. No one in the family accepts the offer to join me, and Ryan says he’s too busy to take a break from work.

It’s a muggy summer day, and the workman who unlocks the delivery dock door looks puzzled at my request to go inside.

“It’s over a hundred and five degrees in there. You sure you wanna go?” he asks.

“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I just need to see it one more time.”

Growing weary from the heavy heat, I slowly climb five flights of stairs to Dad’s office where we used to play with Snow Bear and Val’s typewriter. My mouth feels dry but my shirt sticks to my back, drenched with sweat. On the fifth floor landing, right where the old Thalhimers delivery wagon once stood, a large blue plastic tarp blocks the entrance to the executive offices.

“We’re removing asbestos,” the workman says. “It won’t kill you just to walk through, but be quick.” He lifts the plastic and I duck under.

Then I see it – the barely recognizable doorway to Dad’s office. A few scattered plastic letters remain on an office sign in the hallway, but they don’t spell anything. I don’t know what I expected, but Dad’s office is just an empty cinder-block room with sagging roof tiles, a box of nothingness unworthy of even a photograph.

I turn around and run up two flights of stairs to the roof of The Store, the bewildered workman following close behind. I step over a partially decomposed pigeon, a pile of skeletal remains and sticky feathers, before bursting out the door to the roof for fresh air. The air is heavy and hot, but I gulp it in and look around at Richmond’s skyline.

I finally realize that the city will be more beautiful when this building is gone. It no longer has a purpose.

Dear Elizabeth,

My father, Bernard “Barney” Raskind, was an employee of Thalhimers for more than 40 years before his retirement in the mid 1960s. He died in 1969. As a shoe buyer for the basement ladies shoes department he often came home from work with stories about the people with whom he was associated.

He worked with people like Bert Brent, Howard Klugman, Effie Haight, and Robert Green. These people were also long time Thalhimers employees.

Though a serious and conscientious employee, he loved to express his sense of humor at various Thalhimers parties. A line of women’s shoes that was sold in the basement was Enna Jettick. He would don a dress and be known as Miss Enna Jettick. I  have attached an old photograph from March 14, 1957, of one of these parties.-214539322757B5BB14

One of the most interesting stories I can tell you happened just a few years ago only a year or two before Mr. William Thalhimer died. I was sitting in Padow’s Deli when I noticed Mr. Thalhimer sitting a few tables away having lunch.

I went over to Mr. Thalhimer and introduced myself as Harris Raskind and said that you might not know me, but my father worked downtown for 40 years. He shook my hand, looked up at me and said “Oh sure, you mean Barney.”

How remarkable that he remembered my father more than 40 years after his death and about 45 years since his retirement from service at Thalhimers.




As a sidebar, I shared this lovely note from Harris Raskind with my father. He said, “I remember Barney Raskind! My first job at Thalhimers was working in the Men’s Furnishings department where Bert Brent was the buyer. Barney was the shoe buyer and I knew him well.”

Thalhimers was, indeed, a small world! Please reply and share your own story…


Darth Vader visited the shoe department at Thalhimers on a promotional tour for Star Wars in the late 1970s. My mom took 2-year-old me to the Regency Mall Thalhimers to see Mr. Vader, and I cried.

In 1977, Julia Child visited Thalhimers to do a cooking demonstration and sign books. We have a (well-loved and worn) cookbook with her autograph.

I’m sitting here with my parents recalling other celebrities who visited Thalhimers, and here are the ones they can recall, in no particular order:

Tasha Tudor

James Beard

Oleg Cassini

Zsa Zsa Gabor (who had a line of hats)

Liz Claiborne

Evelyn Lauder (Estee Lauder’s daughter-in-law)

Chevy Chase (Grand Marshall for Thalhimers’ Christmas Parade)

Oscar de la Renta

Pat Benatar

Mary Martin

Can you add to the list?

I’m thrilled to announce that the Thalhimer story has been included in the German Historical Institute’s rich and wonderful Immigrant Entrepreneurship Project, which is available to everyone online. Click here for a masterfully written synopsis of the Thalhimer family story — which started with an enterprising immigrant from Germany named Wolff Thalheimer. It’s great to see his story acknowledged on a national level by such a fine organization as the German Historical Institute in Washington, DC!

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If you’ve read Finding Thalhimers or attended one of my lectures, then you already know how devoted I am to recording the history of Thalhimers so it isn’t lost forever. So it is with enormous pleasure and pride that I announce the birth of a new Thalhimers book: Thalhimers Department Stores by Emily Golightly Rusk (Arcadia Publishing, 2014). It’s part of Arcadia’s Images of America series, which preserves local and regional histories using archival photographs, so each book is a vivid walk down memory lane.

My dear friend Emily Rusk spent years piecing together the history of Thalhimers, and — much like in ballet — her painstaking work pays off in the effortless beauty of this book. Each deliciously vintage image and its caption allows readers to peer through a window into a different part of Thalhimers.

Thalhimers Department Stores includes these tidbits and many, many more…

  • Did you know Thalhimers had showers for its shoppers in the downtown Richmond store?
  • Did you know a series of Surrealist window displays at Thalhimers paid homage to Rene Magritte and Salvador Dali in 1948?
  • Did you know Thalhimers had a pet shop in the 1960s?
  • Did you know that there was a tiny train for Thalhimers’ youngest customers on the roof of the downtown store in the early 1950s?

If memories of Thalhimers spark any sense of nostalgia for you or your family, then you’ll want to add this book to your collection. Buy a copy from your local bookseller, order one online, or pick one up anywhere Arcadia books are sold (I see them at Barnes & Noble all the time). I couldn’t be prouder to have Thalhimers Department Stores on my bookshelf! Sending enormous gratitude and respect to Emily for birthing this book. Thanks, Emily!

All photos reprinted with permission from Thalhimers Department Stores, by Emily Golightly Rusk. Available from the publisher online at http://www.arcadiapublishing.com or by calling 888-313-2665.


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