To get all there is out of living we must employ our time wisely;
never being in too much of a hurry to stop and sip life,
but never losing our sense of the enormous value of a minute.
Robert Rawls Updegraff
So it’s Friday morning and I am sitting here watching the rain come down, a black and white cat runs down the lane rushing to, well who knows where. My thoughts drift back to yesterday and the memories that I had stirred up and the fact that I love when that happens. I made use of some time I had, or didn’t have, you be the judge.
I must start out by warning you that it is the start of the busy season where Buttons tends to break things while she is daydreaming, trying to do the work that needs to be done. Sometimes, well I must say most times, this works to my advantage in the long run, well if you can skip over the disappointed look on My Hero’s face once I told him how much the part would actually cost…. $120, oops. Who knew a silly serpentine lawn tractor belt would cost that much. I guess we had both forgotten that it cost exactly the same last year. I told you I tend to daydream a lot; he knows that too so I question how he could possibly be surprised; anyway back to the good part.
This particular part had to be ordered, I have to remember to remind them that there is a very good chance I will need one again and they should keep an extra one in stock. Anyway, the phone call came when I was in the middle of trying to get yet another job done while daydreaming, I was happy to get away from that seemingly never-ending job and to go pick up the needed part. I always enjoy going to this tractor store as it is a long beautiful drive down miles and miles of back roads, now you can see what I am talking about right, that is the good part I was trying to get to.
I drove miles and miles to pick up the part where I chatted with the boys behind the counter and had a conversation with a nice older farmer sitting on a stool also waiting for a part, I wondered if he had been daydreaming too when he broke his. I bid goodbye and reassured them I would be back, after all haying time was coming and you may remember how I have the tendency to daydream driving around baling hay, surrounded by those beautiful trees, oh yes the possibilities are quite apparent to me that I will be returning. The owner of the tractor store was delighted to hear that, of this I am sure, it could possibly be daydreamers like me that keep him in business.
On my way back I saw a sign that said Sydenham Ontario and something made me turn down that highway. My memories of basketball games and volleyball games while in high school and going to tournaments had my head spinning I had to go see what I have been missing all these years. OK you are probably not going to get this but if you understood the fact that I am not even five feet tall now you can imagine how tall I was then, get the picture? I was a perfect candidate for basketball, don’t you think? I actually think I joined the team for the fresh oranges served during the game and the life time friendships I have made. Oh yes and Pearly was there and BA was there playing or should I say sitting right beside me. Oh, now where was I? I tend to get lost in thought when I think back to those days, sorry.
Now back to my story. As I drove up to the high school I could see it was very different from the place I remembered, it was lunch time and there were all these kids hanging out on the steps of what appeared to be a new school. I could be wrong about that, it was probably just new additions. When I was there many, many years ago I honestly only remember the very small gym and a very tall girl named Big Bertha. This place is really nice I thought to myself and reckoned the gym was huge now. I did not stop; I headed down to a store I remembered and always heard about, a store that everyone around these parts knows has always had everything you could possibly need for the farmers and for regular people alike.
The store is called Trousdales and it has quite a history, apparently rumour has it that one of the original owners John Wesley Trousdale who had a white clapboard house on Mill Street served lunch to a very famous Canadian icon, Sir John A MacDonald our very first Prime Minister of Canada who happens to be from Kingston which is miles and miles away. I share this information with you to let you know just how long this store and this family have served the people of this area. I find that fascinating. I parked in front of the modern but with a touch of nostalgia building and headed in to see what I could see.
The minute I walked in the door I was excited, it reminded me of a store in the village where I grew up, and once I saw those huge candy jars all lined up on the top of an original wooden cupboard I knew that this broken part, picking up and breaking down thing had worked out very well for me. Oh my, there was a huge jar of Double Bubble bubble gum, my favourite. Oh I was in heaven, the familiar smells and the memory of times gone by overloaded my senses and had me smiling ear to ear with possibly a bit of drooling.
This wonderful full of history store has combined the old with the new so perfectly displayed together it makes you want to spend hours and hours there. I could feel the history of those wonderful days gone by as I imagined the old farmers picking up parts at the counter that they had to order and surely would take much longer than the one I had just picked up at the tractor store. I could imagine the conversations coming from those groups of men gathered and the ladies dressed in those long beautiful dresses they wore made with fabric they were choosing and buying all stacked in layers behind these very counters, oh I love this place. The store was established in 1836, so can you imagine what it would have been like?
In the end I did not buy anything that day but those memories stirred walking around in this beautiful piece of history mixing with the new modern essentials will no doubt be bringing me back, I am positive of that. There will probably be a lot of daydreaming going on while Buttons does her farming thing, meaning there will be more trips to that tractor store a few miles away from this wonderful place called Trousdales.
My Hero did mention something about new shoes; don’t get excited they are not the kind you are thinking about, they happen to be Discbine shoes, and yes I know…… they always seem to get a new pair every year. The good news about that is that I get to go pick them up. Oh I love days like that.