Step back with me into a time when the suburbs were blossoming, and shopping malls weren’t just places to buy—they were places to belong. Welcome to Hillsdale Shopping Center, circa 1954.
Nestled in San Mateo, California, Hillsdale opened its doors in December of '54 as an open-air shopping haven. Anchored by Sears and the very first suburban branch of Macy’s San Francisco, it was more than a retail destination—it was a symbol of postwar optimism, a place where families strolled, teens mingled, and neighbors gathered.
Before the age of enclosed mega-malls, Hillsdale was a breath of fresh air—literally. Its open-air design invited the community to linger, to connect. And it wasn’t just commerce that brought people here—it was culture.
In the 1950s, renowned sculptor Benny Bufano was commissioned to create public artworks for Hillsdale. His whimsical, peace-promoting sculptures—often featuring animals and rounded forms—added a touch of soul to the shopping experience. These weren’t just decorations; they were declarations. Art was for everyone, and Hillsdale made sure of that.
Throughout the '50s and '60s, Hillsdale was a stage for community life. Holiday parades lit up the walkways. Fashion shows turned storefronts into runways. Local musicians filled the air with jazz and swing. It was a place where memories were made—where the mall was the heartbeat of the neighborhood.
And when the sun dipped low on a Friday night, Hillsdale marked the northern end of a beloved teenage ritual. Along El Camino Real, young drivers cruised in chrome-trimmed Chevys and Ford Fairlanes, music pouring from rolled-down windows, laughter echoing into the night. Hillsdale wasn’t just a mall—it was a destination.
By 1970, Hillsdale had grown to over 150 stores, but its soul remained the same. It was a place where art met commerce, where events brought people together, and where the mall wasn’t just a building—it was a community center, a canvas of shared experience.
Today, malls may have changed, but the spirit of Hillsdale in the 1950s reminds us of a time when shopping centers were more than places to spend—they were places to live, to laugh, to love.
And thanks to the outstanding Prelinger Archives we can have a look into the past, back to the lovely 1950s, and Hillsdale - the way it used to be.