I had never heard of “Old Home Days” until I moved to New England.
It is a wonderful annual summer celebration of small town America: a time for residents to gather together and revel in the joys of community. People who have moved away try to make the trip home each year to see old friends and family. Neighbors visit under shady trees, local artisans display their wares on long tables covered in tablecloths, and the smell of grilled food wafts through the air.
This year, the band that my kids are in was asked to perform at two Old Home Days on a single Saturday, so we had the joy of attending both.
Patriotism runs high…
There are plenty of animals:
Historic buildings that date back to the 1700s…
Antique cars are proudly on display…
The people-watching is wonderful…
I so enjoyed walking around and talking to the locals. Since I love jewelry, I was drawn to an elderly lady’s table that was decorated with brightly colored necklaces, bracelets, and bookmarks.
When I complimented her on her offerings, she smiled, leaned forward and said, “It’s all crap, you know. That’s why I have everything priced so low. I just enjoy putting the pretty colors together and getting to meet the folks!”
I immediately purchased a beaded bookmark, unable to contain my smile. You gotta love honesty like that! 🙂
At the end of the day, we had listened to two fantastic concerts, met a lot of great people and made lovely memories of a day spent together in the summer sunshine. We were also sunburned, tired, and full of junk food …but I would not change a thing.
I love small towns
2 responses to “Weekend Moment: Old Home Days”
Why is it there are so many Meeting House Lanes in NH? :o)
I don’t know, Margaret, but I love it! 🙂