It was the most exciting time of my life.
I was getting married tomorrow to the most beautiful girl in the world. I felt I was the luckiest man who ever trod the fair streets of Truro, Nova Scotia. The date was June 9, 1946. The year before, I had just returned from the battle fields of Europe. I felt so fortunate that I had survived this terrible carnage.
Now, I was just starting to live the life I had dreamed about when I cowered in those dirty, muddy fox holes. It was a great feeling of elation and joy!
My future wife, Greta MacPhee, and I had made great plans for our honeymoon trip. It was to be the trip of a lifetime. We were going to New York City. We would see all the sights of this beautiful city: we would go to stage shows, eat our fill at fancy restaurants, stay in marvelous hotels, and do as many unusual things as our money would allow us to.
Yes, we felt we were all set to go – all set except for one very necessary item. I would definitely need a new suit for our wedding and reception. I felt I wanted to look the best I could at the most momentous time in my young life. Still, where was I going to get a nice suit at a moment’s notice?
Greta suggested, “Let’s try Margolians!”
So, we lost no time. Soon we were walking into the most prestigious clothing store in Truro – Margolians. I started searching the store for a suit I felt I would be comfortable in, and also look like a happy well-dressed bride-groom at the same time.
Bernie Sidler, the store owner, was more than helpful to me. He showed me suit upon suit and extolled the beauty of each and every one. The only suit that really caught my eye was the suit Bernie himself was wearing. I asked if he had another suit like that in his store.
“No,” he said in a sympathetic tone. “I think this is one-of-a-kind.”
Well, I can’t tell you how disappointed I was. The colour, the shape, the style was just out of this world. I would love to stand proudly by my new bride in a beautiful suit like this.
Bernie saw my disappointment, then he said something I just couldn’t believe. Something like a gift from heaven.
He said, “I’ll sell you this suit I have on.”
My God! I felt like I’d just won a big lottery. I just couldn’t be any happier.
In no time, Bernie and I were in the change rooms. We disrobed and I put on the precious suit I treasured so much. Bernie had picked up some garments and came out of his booth with a self-satisfied smile on his face. He was so happy that things had gone so well and that he had helped me get ready for the most important day of my life. We both had benefited. I had purchased the most beautiful suit I had ever seen and he was rewarded with helping me and making a sale. It was amazing. He had taken the suit right off his back and sold it to me!
You may travel the world over but you’ll never find the type of customer service I found at the Margolians store in Truro.