Happy Birthday to Our Town,
Happy Birthday dear Our Town,
Happy 200th Birthday to You!
This weekend marked the 200th birthday of a little city in central New York. Once upon a time this small city wasn’t so small. It bustled with the thrill of new birth, a city blooming in the sweet-smelling spring of dairy country.
The keepers of time in the Historical Society tell us that our town, birthed by heroes of the Revolution, thrived economically and socially. They display ancient photographs of men and women wearing lavish and sometimes funny time-period outfits. Local classrooms file in and out, catching a glimpse into a time past, but not forgotten. Boys hold muskets and gaze at display cases overflowing with shiny pieces of local crystal named ‘diamonds‘.
Our town had life, new life.
The busy and bustle of main street, now almost folklore, waits ready on the lips of the older folk, keepers of secrets that need to be shared. They know, want us to know – it was a great town.
Opera houses and a lighted Main Street flaunted the prosperity of old. Now that same Main Street sits nearly empty, vacant of smiling faces and thrilling voices.
We celebrated 200 years with parades, hotdogs, and fireworks. We dug up a time capsule and planted a new one for our children’s children. We honored yesterday with abandon. I only hope we will invest the same energy and love into tomorrow.
We want what has been, but shouldn’t we long for what can be?
Are 200 more good years possible?
I don’t know. I’m a new comer, seeing with fresh eyes. While the possibilities spread as wide as the corn fields, personalities draw in our borders, protecting an ideal that no longer exists.
Maybe we just need to eat another hotdog, drink a glass of milk, and look back one more time; however, I hope that in looking back, we see sparkles of hope and dreams for tomorrow.
What did you do this weekend?
Clearly I had a good time. I was even interviewed for the nightly news. The reporter made the mistake of asking me if I had anything else to say. I’m glad my husband wasn’t around for the interview, because he would have forewarned the reporter. I didn’t even get to see my five-minutes of fame. Isn’t that the way life works? Sometimes we do the work and miss the reward. No worries though, I don’t like how I look on camera. 🙂
Happy 200th Birthday Little Falls!