Memories Remembered and Made
Fast forward 28 years and I’m traveling with my own family along that same path. I hadn’t thought of date malts for 28 years but suddenly something from the back of my mind popped up along with memories of riding the desert tram. I remembered the date stand and the date malts. We were traveling on the interstate that parallels Highway 111 and there weren’t any roadside stands on the Interstate. There were billboards advertising casinos and outlet malls but none mentioning dates. The thought of a date malt wouldn’t leave my brain and the search for the date stand became a quest. It didn’t matter that I didn’t remember what one tasted like or that I remembered not necessarily liking one I just had to have a date malt.
I looked through my
All kinds of dates lined the shelves of the store. I never knew there were so many different varieties of dates until I stepped up to the counter for a free sample. Big ones, little ones, sweet ones, and names I couldn’t pronounce and certainly can’t spell. There were date rolls, date bread, date logs, date bars and then variations of all of those with other fruits such as mango or pineapple. I was like a shark in the middle of a feeding frenzy when I heard my name being called. I turned to see Mike looking at me with astonishment in his eyes. “Don’t you think that’s enough? Aren’t you going to get sick? Are you still going to have a malt?”
I backed away from the free sample counter to re-assess the situation. Yes, I probably did have enough samples, yes, I was probably going to get sick and yes, I still wanted a date malt, that’s what we were there for right?
Back in the vehicle with a date malt in my hand I was happy as a lark. I asked the kids what they thought about the dates. Neither of the kids liked them and I don’t think Mike was impressed either since he ordered a pecan malt. I was smiling from ear to ear as I sat eating the best tasting malt I had ever had.
It wasn’t that I suddenly had acquired a taste for dates. I can’t say that I like dates or that it’s something I would want to eat on a regular basis. It was just knowing my mom had once eaten a date malt and enjoyed it in that very place that made me want to do the same thing. Somehow I wanted to feel a connection to my mom and it was that familiarity that made the malt so wonderful.
I of course wish I could be proud of how I acted that day so many years ago. Why couldn’t I have just sat and enjoyed a malt with my mom all of those years ago? Why did I have to be such a brat?
While neither of my kids enjoyed the date malt today I sure did. And I enjoyed being with my kids and sharing my happy thoughts of my mom with them. Sharing old memories of days gone by, creating new ones and experiencing the wonderful taste of a date malt.