I’m sitting here in Bob’s Corner Store and Texaco… but… its 25 years down the hapless hapful road of Time from the Town’s Dodransbicentennial. Also Dosquicentennial, word signifying 175 years building on a Latin contraction meaning “a whole unit less than a quarter.” ??? And I’m sitting here… but it’s The Local Hub, same building outside but sans gas pumps… and with a few other outward more elegant touches. Inside the world is 9,125 days past the earlier celebration. Instead of magazines with questionable appeal 🙂 and factory processed er goodies, the Hub is filled with organic locally grown produce and other naturally made goodies. Completely remodeled inside, bright and colorful, no longer cramped and dim.
On the walls are displays of historic rural Town photographs developed from glass plates by its local historian. The grist mill, dusty streets, the old Mt. Abram Hotel, perhaps these oldest photographs are by Nettie Maxim. Others are from the mid-20th-century. Today begins the Bicentennial of The Town of Greenwood. And I’m sitting here with coffee, looking at these treasures while clutching a couple large zucchini given me by one of the hub suppliers. I’m hugging these green babies because I like handling them. I plan on putting them in salad. I’m not sure. Is this is a thing to do? I think R. was wondering when I told him my plans. But you see, I’ve been dealing with zucchini lately. You probably know that this time of year zucchini is HERE! An enlarged configuration for a large green good presence.
The place is busy. We’re celebrating. Tomorrow there is to be a parade…. with bagpipes! Greenwood’s first settlers, if I understand, were Scotts, William and Martha Yeats. How’s that for surprise?