Monday, September 16, 2013

Destination of Words!

God wove a web of loveliness
   Of clouds and stars and birds,
But made not anything at all
   So beautiful as words.
              Anna H. Branch


There is a place I love to go no matter where that may be at that particular time, or how long it may take to get there, or for that matter what kind of transportation will be involved, a place where one sentence keeps me coming back. Oh I love this place and will never stop travelling to where those sweet words float through the air over and over again like a familiar soothing melody to my ears, “Mom I’m so glad you’re here” followed by those not as easy to get these days, only because of distance, lingering hugs. That was where I had travelled last week, making memories that will last for me and my daughters. Memory making for all of us has become especially important these last few months as I spend more time with my own Mom reliving our old memories. Here is one of those many memory makers now stored safely away to pull out when I returned home.

It was very early in the morning and I pulled up a chair as close to the window as I could get in this coffee shop full of eager coffee drinkers and festival goers. You can feel the excitement pulsating in the room, young and old were donned in rain gear holding umbrellas of every colour and description. I looked down to my Gortex jacket knowing I had forgotten the hood in my backpack, the backpack sitting on the floor at Melissa’s where she was soundly sleeping in the next room. It was not going to rain I am going to be just fine I kept telling myself.

Made by the Birdhouse Man exact replica of Bar on Locke St.
Look up

We were to go together but I could not wait to see the Locke Street Festival in Hamilton Ontario, I had never been and was excited about experiencing it. She knows I would have gone on my own, she knows I always need to go explore and mornings are my favourite time to wander, she no doubt was dreaming pleasant dreams after a hectic week of work. There was a crockpot full of turkey soup sitting on her counter I had thrown together while waiting for her to wake. Hopefully the aroma from that pot will eventually enter her dreams and push her to pick up the phone and then head my way very soon.

I watched as the passers-by race past the window, one woman had a child in tow and a child-size guitar clutched tightly in her hand, she was racing and then I felt the need to race too. This had certainly stirred my imagination I stood up and headed into the street hoping this child would be entertaining in one of the tents up the long row of tents. Oh forget Melissa she will understand I told myself. I lost track of the racing woman with child and guitar in hand but I strolled along the street looking at the tents set up one by one. 


There was a variety of enticing beautiful music floating in the air floating up to the dark dreary clouds then mixing and beckoning the rain drops which now and then would fall on my bare head. I kept walking and talking to the other festival goers all hoping it would not rain, the poor business people trying to promote their wares laid out on tables under the roof of their tents really needed a dry day. There were Artists showing their work, restaurants with samples of good food, flyers promoting the health and welfare of all who came to enjoy, a wealth of information all in one place. I found myself heading for the music drifting from far away, wondering if that could be the child I sought singing right now?  

There was a crowd huddled around a band playing, alas it was not the guitar playing child. I stood and tapped my feet and listened smiling along with the others. The music mixing in the clouds had finally done it, the sky opened up and the rain poured down. Those children who were sitting on shoulders now hiding under umbrellas held high and all the other festival goers stood their ground, and the band huddling under cover of a little tent, played on. I, having no hood on my jacket and being a little more than wet now headed towards a sign advertising a book sale at a beautiful old church and went inside.


I really loved this, tables and tables of books all under dry cover of the most beautiful church with the nicest people working. I took my time, I could hear that rain pounding on the roof of the old church echoing through the old hall and knew that those kilometers I had walked to get to this warm dry spot would now make for a very wet girl by the time I made my way back to that pot of turkey soup sitting in a room near a sleeping girl who was probably going to laugh at this escapade.


With my new books now bought and wrapped in a plastic bag I headed out into the sea of umbrellas and fast flowing water running through and under the very same tents I had already checked out. I hopped tent to tent visiting with the people selling their wares while the water flowed over their toes and the rain just kept on coming. The music had stopped but the rain continued, not a pleasant gentle rain but a piercing steady rain. Gortex with no hood proved to be almost useless.


After all the tent hopping, and hiking through racing water filled blocks, along with much laughter with other hopeful it would stop raining festival goers, and after many graciously refused offers of rides from strangers to a girl without a hood in a sea of umbrellas I finally knocked on that door where the turkey soup aroma drifted.


“Mom I am so glad you're here”, “I was wondering why you were out in this”, there was no hug, after all who would hug a soaking wet smiling girl. There would be plenty of time for that. “Would you like a cup of tea?” Yes please sweetie, hey I brought you a book. “Thanks Mom.” No, thank you.”


Oh yes I would go anywhere and conquer anything for those words. I cannot wait to tell you more. Maybe I can catch that Locke Street Festival next year.


Later

34 comments:

  1. I love attending things like that! Such a variety of wonders for the senses. I also love the details you put into your writing- it helps me to picture things like I'm there~

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  2. Too bad it rained but I see the wetness didn't stop you from having a good time.

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  3. The bird house replica gives me a few ideas.
    Time spend exploring (even soaked) is time well spent. Time with a daughter, even better.

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  4. That sounds like a wonderful day..hugs M xox

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  5. This sounds like a wonderful day - rain or no :)

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  6. It sounds wonderful. I'd love to visit there during the festival too!

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  7. Glad the rain didn't dampen your spirit or your sense of adventure !

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  8. Sounds like the beginning of a wonderful adventure.

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  9. I just love a good festival. It is too bad it rained because I know how much work is put into one by the workers and volunteers, but it looks like everyone made the best go it - love the photos of all the colorful umbrellas :-)

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  10. loved the shots of the little ones in their slickers and umbrellas.

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  11. Sounds like you had a great time despite the rain! Love hearing about your adventures, B.

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  12. What's a little rain? We're not made of spun sugar. Hope your turkey soup turned out okay.

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  13. You captured that morning perfectly. I got damp reading it LOL but also its that kind of dampness in your clothes and boots and you ignore it because theres too much excitement going around to keep you from focusing on yourself; the world is living and you want to see it all...

    xoxox

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  14. You know how to have a great time, despite the summer rain that might have dampened the spirits of a less ardent wanderer.

    Jen

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  15. you were/are a great example to them b!!

    may they always be so happy to see you!! xo

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  16. This looks like a lot of fun, even with all the rain!

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  17. Sounds like an adventure that Buttons would undertake, no problem. :)

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  18. Absolutely beautiful, Buttons. Thank you so much for sharing this experience with us!

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  19. As always B, your words go straight to the heart.
    I love your adventurous ways and completely urged you on.. what's a bit of rain eh!
    We, who can come home to those warming sweet words, are the luckiest people in the world :D)

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  20. Buttons and her adventurous spirit! You are so fun. Didn't let a little rain spoil the fun. :)

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  21. Books, at least most books, are worth a little sacrifice. Especially when there is also turkey soup involved.

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  22. Books, at least most books, are worth a little sacrifice. Especially when there is also turkey soup involved.

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  23. At least you had a good time!!! And turkey soup! I should have guessed you were off to see your darling daughters!!

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  24. I'll bet that turkey soup tasted sooo good after that soaking excursion! I hope I hear those words some day from my daughter! She's still a bit young to know how special those words are. :)

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  25. Looks like you had a good time despite the rain.

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  26. Our little community of Spearfish hosts a festival in July. I have only missed it twice in 24 years. Every year I feel the same anticipation that you do. Glad you had fun.

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  27. What a wonderful get away to see your girl! She is one lucky daughter...and I know you are saying it's the other way around. You would say that. I wanted to put an umbrella over your head but I know...I know it was worth it just to be there and be involved. Take care,Sandra

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  28. B,

    I love all the pictures. What's a fair without a little rain.

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  29. Your splendid day sounds like a day I'd love, rain included. And turkey soup ? That would be the "icing on the cake" !What book (s) did you buy ?

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  30. At first I didn't realize the bird house was a bird house...and then noticed there was a telephone pole behind it, not a bigger building. :-) I like the photos of the umbrellas and colourful rain clothes. The day does look festive from the photos even if it did get rained on.

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  31. What a wonderful adventure. I would have been dancing in the rain. And the hot soup in the crock pot sounds so good on a rainy day..

    Hugs~

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  32. Too bad about the rain. I love how you draw us right along with you as you race down the row of tents back to your daughter and the lovely pot of soup! :)

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  33. I'm glad you enjoyed the festival, even if you got wet. Finding books is always well worth the adventure!

    I am sure your daughter loved every moment you spent together. I know I did when I was home visiting my folks. It is nice to just be with Mom and/or Dad. A simple hug good night and face to face conversation is well worth the trip.

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