Friday, January 7, 2005
When you live in a small town like Carlisle, there are times when the town comes together as one, and three of these moments come to mind today. Caroling on the green, Memorial Day, and Old Home Day.
This past Christmas Eve we went to the caroling on the green. We have been there many times before, but the sameness of it strikes me. Weather doesn't seem to be a factor. This year it was cold. Some years it rains, sometimes it is really blustery, and sometimes it is warm and nice. As usual there were people of all ages, toddlers barely able to stagger around, as well as grandparents in their eighties. The generations were there, grandparents, parents, and children of all ages. These people were from all walks of life and religious beliefs, even non-beliefs. The musicians were of all ages and levels of talent, and cold as it was, nobody cared how well or together they played. That goes for the singers too. It was great. Some of us were on our way to Christmas Eve services, while others had just finished theirs. Many were just there for the singing and were returning to their homes to be with their families. The oneness of the moment is what struck me. Too bad there can't be more of this, a true blend of just plain townspeople.
Memorial Day is another town moment. People of all walks of life gather to hear the speakers. Our veterans from all wars are given a moment of respect and honor. Too bad it seems to be only a moment once or twice a year. After the speeches, a parade is formed. The most interesting thing about this parade, other than the fact that the wonderful band is made up of Carlisle pupils, is that there are more people in the parade than watching it. Most of the townspeople follow along from monument to monument, and that in itself has become a tradition.
Old Home Day is another time when the people of our town come together for the entire day to enjoy the holiday. Families join together, students are home, former residents return, there is something for young and old. The churches, the fire and police departments, as well as many of the small home industries all participate in some way. The "Carlisle Cats" play marches and again this is a mixed group, never the same two years in a row, but always played and received with enthusiasm.
How fortunate we all are to live in a place where we can still enjoy all of these events, and almost "everybody knows your name."
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