When I was in third grade in 1968 I wanted a shoulder bag. A shoulder bag. I asked for one for Hanukkah. My new shoulder bag was brown leather, with two outside pockets, each fastened with a luggage clasp. The clasps were U-shaped, and you pressed down on them in order to slip them under the little metal bar. The long strap rested on my shoulder and allowed the bag to settle at my hip. My shoulder bag went particularly well with a brown wool skirt, worn with a chain belt that had a gold coin dangling from the end.