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Send Us Your Mall Memories!

What do you remember of the malls of your life? Share your stories with The Tyee by July 31.

Christopher Cheung, Sarah Krichel, Jackie Wong and Dorothy Woodend 21 Jul 2022TheTyee.ca

Brought to you by four mall-loving Tyeesters: Christopher Cheung (reporter), Sarah Krichel (social media manager), Jackie Wong (senior editor) and Dorothy Woodend (culture editor). All hail malls!

Urban historian Kenneth T. Jackson once wrote, “The Egyptians have pyramids, the Chinese have a great wall, the British have immaculate lawns, the Germans have castles, the Dutch have canals, the Italians have grand churches. And Americans have shopping centres.”

A bit of a stretch? Check out Tyee writer Christopher Cheung’s latest essay if you need some convincing. It’s a review of Meet Me at the Fountain: An Inside History of the Mall by American architecture critic Alexandra Lange, a deep dive into how this invention became a backdrop of our lives.

Malls are weird. They’re sites of the ordinary and the extreme, where many facets of our everyday lives play out by the fountains and in the food courts.

We’re wondering what role malls played in your life.

We want to hear about those first dates sipping Orange Julius and those first jobs folding underwear. What was your local mall as a kid? Your destination mall as a teen? The mall that you begrudgingly visited to get your insurance renewed or to buy a present for a marriage you knew would never work out? Who was there with you? What dramas unfolded? What did you eat? Does it have surprising decorations, perhaps a naked Roman goddess?

We’re collecting mall memories for a reader-driven summer feature on the malls of your lives. Think of it as an affectionate look back to the “before times,” years before the pandemic took hold and gathering in crowded indoor spaces proved to be a bad idea. Bonus points for pictures with a strong sense of place.

Please send your entry to Tyee senior editor Jackie Wong, with the subject line “Mall memories.”

Send in your stories by the end of day Sunday, July 31.

Keep it snappy, 300 words max. Entries may be edited.

Need some inspiration? Here are a few mall memories from our team.

Two teens are looking down at the snacks in their hands. They are Dorothy Woodend (right) and her friend Rueben (left). They are sitting on a ledge in front of an atrium at West Edmonton Mall in the 1980s.
Tyee culture editor Dorothy Woodend (right) is seen here eating French fries in West Edmonton Mall with her friend Ruben in the summer of 1984. Photo courtesy of Dorothy Woodend.

The fabled ’80s

Hey kids, gather round and let me tell you about the days when malls ruled supreme.

Growing up in the Kootenays, we’d heard tales of the underground malls in Vancouver. I pictured a splendiferous vision like Aladdin’s Cave, except instead of caskets of jewels and gold coins, there were stirrup pants, cow-print desert boots, neon and tartan everything as far as the eye could see.

The reality of Pacific Centre Mall, although not quite as fairy tale as I’d pictured it, was still pretty darn good. The stores — Le Chateau, Suzi Creamcheese (which always made me think of venereal disease) and Reitmans — were wadded with the height of ’80s fashions.

But it wasn’t just about the stores or the food court. The mall was the first place you could go on your own as a teenager. Although usually it was with a pack of girlfriends, where you’d hunt down cute boys and try on pants. Or hunt down pants and try on cute boys. Malls were freedom, independence, coolness. Everything that the big city had to offer.

The summer of 1984, I spent my entire two months of earnings in a blast of shopping mania at West Edmonton Mall, at the time the largest mall in the world. I can still remember the clothes that I bought.

When I think of iconic films like Valley Girl and Fast Times at Ridgemont High, which centred the action in these retail palaces, some whiff of the mall’s starry splendour returns, wafting in with the fragrance of Orange Julius and McDonald’s french fries. — Dorothy Woodend

Four teen actors are standing next to each other, all of them wearing pink with various expressions on their faces. Behind them is a hallway and staircase in Toronto’s Sherway Gardens.
A memorable scene ('Get in, loser. We’re going shopping,' said Regina George, played by Rachel McAdams) from the 2004 teen comedy Mean Girls was shot in Toronto’s Sherway Gardens. Photo via IMBD.

Get in, loser. We’re going shopping

At the myriad shoe stores in Toronto’s Sherway Gardens in the Etobicoke neighbourhood, my mother regularly goes, “Oh, these are gorgeous,” to a pair of shoes that are nearly the exact same style and silhouette as five other pairs she owns — in only a slightly lighter shade of black. The following day, she treks back to return the item. The shoes that once represented possibilities have become symbols of her free will. For her, it wasn’t “to buy or not to buy.” It was “to keep or not to keep.”

Sure, we’d occasionally spend a chaotic Saturday afternoon discount shopping after her Sears shift at an outlet mall in Mississauga. But Sherway Gardens, only 10 minutes away by bus, was a go-to for my mom. Something about the large windows, bright halls and sparrows flying around the high open ceiling of its iconic food court was what the people wanted — nay, needed. I couldn’t — and still can’t — go there without seeing at least one person I know from Etobicoke.

Today, nearly two decades after Sherway Gardens had its cameo in the 2004 teen comedy Mean Girls, Cactus Clubs and Peloton stores stand in the spots where I got my first job, where I was fired from another job, and where I got my eyebrows waxed for the first time. The Etobicoke kids who used to window shop have been replaced by rich white folks who live in nearby condos. Worse, they’re actually shopping.

Still, I go there with my mom once in a while. We share a coffee and we gossip. Until Sherway Gardens becomes a condo itself, I’ll appreciate the money and time spent there. And now, when I buy something and return it within 24 hours, I find myself thinking, Ooh, I get it now. We may get old, but the rush of the mall doesn’t. — Sarah Krichel

The album cover for Green Day’s 1994 album Dookie features the words “Green Day” in illustrated green block letters against a cloud from a cartoon explosion at the top of the frame; cartoon chaos reigns below.
Green Day’s Dookie was released in 1994, the year Tyee senior editor Jackie Wong turned 11. The music from this album was ubiquitous through her teens. And of course you could buy the CD at the mall.

Driving in cars with boys

My North Vancouver high school was built in the Eisenhower era. By the time I was a student there in the late 1990s and early 2000s, the political landscape that shaped the school’s first years remained part of the atmosphere. The school was known for its successful senior football team, whose members would blast Daft Punk in the hallway from boomboxes in their lockers while we changed classes. Even if you were like me, in the jazz band and clad in hemp necklaces, you were still a product of that world. Eventually someone would wrap you up in a letterman jacket on Halloween night when it got too cold as everyone was chucking mighty mites and Roman candles across a patch of forest.

I spent many gormless Saturday afternoons in Grade 9 at the local Capilano Mall, where I’d spend my babysitting wages on an Orange Julius from the food court to drink while I cruised around, bell bottom jeans sweeping the floor. My friend and I would go in on a two-for-one deal on novelty nail polish whose colour corresponded with its scent. Later that night, the neighbour whose children I took care of would grab my hands, nails blueberry-scented blue, and say “Honey, what is that?”

When we got our driver’s licenses a few years later, we’d build entire days around trips to malls in neighbouring suburbs. There’s something terrifying about a teenage boy at the wheel, too fast and out of control. But they were always the ones driving. A crowded car would pull up, I’d crawl in, and we were off, Metallica or Pearl Jam or Green Day or maybe that Harvey Danger single blaring, hurtling recklessly towards Metrotown for no reason at all. I don’t remember buying anything. We’d walk around, get back in the car and go home with little in common but our proximity at the time, content to be part of something. — Jackie Wong

To contribute to a reader-driven Tyee story about life at the mall, share your mall memories (300 words max) by email. Deadline is July 31, and submissions will be subject to an editing process.

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