For our type of fix, we sat at the long mirrored marble bar, lined with covered glass tiers of pies, cakes and other delicacies. Behind us was the chocolate display where bins of hand dipped chocolates and confections were displayed for purchase. Seated on twisty bar stools , we watched as the soda fountain attendant mixed our Chocolate Sodas.
After the whipped cream was squirted on and the cherry placed on top, I'd sip and dream. In a place like this, it is easy to imagine oneself in a poodle skirt with a high pony tail. I'd look over and flirt a little with my husband, imagining that we were on a first high school date or meeting after the big game. While I was at it, I imagined my parents, who were high school sweethearts, sitting at this same bar, in this same town, drinking my beloved sodas. The Bluebird was around when my grandparents dated so I imagined them as well. My soda always disappeared too quickly, and we were too poor to buy another. I suppose it was just as well because the soda remained special.
I just lay with Sunshine till I heard the sucking of her finger subside. Delirious with excitement, I tiptoed downstairs to have a few moments of peace and maybe a dream or two.

Bluebird Chocolate Soda

vanilla ice cream
1 1/4 cup seltzer water
3 Tbs. milk
Squirt of fresh lemon juice (optional: I add but never saw the Bluebird do this.)
In a tall glass mix chocolate syrup, 1 miniature scoop of ice cream, and the milk.


gotta try this- that's a family history drink if I ever heard of one.
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