History
Alexander M. Loeb, was a merchant in Meridian, MS in the late 19th century. Alexander M. Loeb, immigranted from Germany and moved to Meridian, MS from Columbus, MS to open his first store. Alexander M. Loeb was the first Loeb in Meridian, brought to the United States from Germany by his brother, Simon Loeb, who preceded him in Columbus, MS. Born in Bavaria, Simon Loeb arrived in Columbus, MS in 1867. In 1874, he created the store with his younger brother, Julius. They sold dry goods, clothing, shoes, and groceries. Although Simon arrived in Columbus with little money, he and his brother eventually became successful merchants
During Meridian's "golden age" in the early 20th century, it was said that respectable railroad workers would only wear clothes from Alex Loeb's store. The well-dressed Loeb was a colorful character known for his white moustache, ever-present cigar, and hospitable personality; he would personally welcome each customer as he or she entered the store. Alexander M. Loeb's son, Abraham Marshall Loeb, and his brother Henry S. Loeb took over the business after their father. The business then passed to A. Marshall Loeb's son, Robert S. Loeb Sr., and his brother Alex Loeb. The two brothers Robert and Alex acquired the Marks-Rothenberg Co. department store on 6th Street during the 1970s and ran the business until the late 1970s when it was sold.
Today Loeb's is operated by Robert S. Loeb Jr., and the business continues on Front Street in Downtown Meridian, MS.
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