Saturday, October 3, 2009

Before they're gone

As I do on many Saturday mornings, I took my mother to the Farmers Market. We purchased a beautiful tomato for lunch, some Italian green beans, garlic, and Macintosh apples. We enjoy seeing the vendors and the people, and seeing how well the market does in this busy town. This time of year the winter squash are in the market, alongside beautiful sweet potatoes, garlic, and turnips. They are hoping to stay open until December, weather permitting.








Every time is a pleasure. But the day that stays with me is the one early this summer that my mother, while walking in the market, started telling me the history of that piece of land.

When she was a child (she's 90 now), this parking lot was all water - part of Long Island Sound. Another piece of land nearby that is a parking lot was a marsh.

At one end of the lot which holds the market there were stone steps going into the water, which people would use to get to their boats. She came here with one of her brothers to catch horseshoe crabs and clams. Her mother would have a large pot boiling on a fire outside, waiting for their catch.

The water wasn't very deep but was moving water with a rocky bottom. One young boy she knew drowned there.

The stone steps are gone, the water has been filled in to make way for the Interstate, her brothers all passed on many years ago, but to hear her story was to be there.

2 comments:

MyStory of HiStory said...

That's a neat story. I love visiting w/ older people - they are indeed like talking storybooks :) Sounds like lovely mother/daughter time spent together.

The 4 Bushel Farmgal said...

Hi MyStory,
There are many folks (now passed on) that I wish I could have spent this type of time with. They had so much information to give.

Hope you had a great weekend!