This has been on my mind for some time now. I kept meaning to write about it, but then I got busy…etc, etc… I’m sure you have heard it all before.
Anyway. Remember the post I wrote about The Brushmill by the Waterfall in Chester, CT? Well, as I mentioned in that post, a few things happened that day. Not only did we go to the shore and then enjoy dinner at the Brushmill, we also were delighted to discover the town of Chester, CT bustling with people the night of September 17.
That’s right…a small town like Chester was full of people after dark. Amazing.
After we left the Brushmill, we drove towards Chester. As we passed the library, I said to my lady, “Boy, there sure are quite a few cars in the parking lot tonight. Hmmm, maybe they are showing a movie or something.” Then, as we got closer to town, we saw people walking around. As we pulled up to the stop sign right in town, we saw tons of action. The place was full. I found this completely exhilarating. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A town actually doing something instead of just talking about doing something.
So, what did we see that night? We saw the annual “Come Home to Chester Days.” Here is a blurb from the Visit Chester website:
“Every September, we keep our doors open late on the Friday night closest to the Autumnal Equinox to celebrate the beginning of fall. We have receptions in our galleries, shops, studios, and restaurants,” says Leif Nilsson, artist and owner of the Leif Nilsson Spring Street Studio and Gallery. “It is a festive evening when townspeople and visitors are invited to stroll the streets of an antique New England village; to see the latest paintings, photographs, sculptures, fashion and jewelry; to sample baked goods and fine food; and to discover handcrafted decorative accessories and furnishings.” Most everything is within walking distance from the Maple Street and Water Street parking lots.
When I saw this, I immediately looked toward the passenger seat and said, “We’re parking.”
We got out of the car and began our trek through town. Mind you, this was our first real visit…the first time we actually got out of the car to walk around.
First, we visited a few galleries. We accepted the red wine they poured for us and began to smile a lot. There were so many people out that night. All the stores and art galleries were open and showing off their fine items. I had such a warm feeling inside knowing that people had put this whole event together not only for their own benefit, but for the benefit of the population at large. It’s not every night one gets to engage in something so New Englandy and down home. It really was amazing.
As we continued to walk around and visit small shops, we started noticing a few houses that were galleries as well. One of our favorites was the Al Malpa Photography Gallery. We met the person who owned the house that Al displayed his photography in and met the man himself. We great stuff. It was so cool to chat with people we never met before in such a comfortable setting.
As we further enjoyed the night, I began to realize that I am truly out of the loop. So many times I said, “Where in the world have I been? People all over the face of this earth get together so often and I feel so sheltered.” That night, I vowed to get out more. To smile more. To shake more hands. Seriously, life is too short. That’s why people build restaurants and bars, paint and sing, have get-togethers and party.
We picked up a few brochures that described all the annual events in Chester, CT. I have slowly been reading though them and figure that we will attend a few. We actually did make it to the market last Sunday, but I will leave that for another post. At least then, I got some photos.
Till next time…