We don't see many ice cream shoppes anymore, the kind with the long counters and spouts for soda water, and the spindled mixer where soda jerks created real malted milk shakes. You could watch them scoop and double-scoop a cone of your favorite flavor, maybe splurge and have sprinkles too. As you licked your cone just fast enough that it wouldn't melt down your arm, but just slow enough to savor every mouthful, you might be lucky enough to watch a banana split or hot fudge sundae being created, like a heavenly dream, right before your eyes. In their heyday, the ice cream shoppe was a place where families went on an outing, and children lucky enough to have some change stopped on their way home from school. They were safe havens for teens to meet: boys watching the girls as they licked their ice cream cones, girls watching the boys watching them, head to head and giggling with delight. These days, if ice cream stores exist, they're usual take away, with no seating space to take your time and commune with others. The world bombards us and we're in too much of a rush. But there is something magical about an ice cream sundae. It never ceases to amaze me how even when we are grown, being served an ice cream sundae with our favorite topping, plus whipped cream and-- don't forget the cherry, can turn us all into children again.
~Elise Skidmore ©2023