Presented by the Canterbury Historical Society, the fall festival was held on the historic Canterbury Green and drew a pretty good crowd from what I could gather. There were food booths, demonstrations by craftsmen, goats and rabbits, children running around in "period" clothing, old tractors, and live music by folks that definitely had that "old time" sound down.
The historic Green School was open for people to tour for the first time or walk through and reminisce about days gone by when they actually sat in one of the desks and learned reading, writing, and 'rithmetic in the one-room schoolhouse that has been painstakingly and lovingly restored by members and friends of the Historical Society.
I spent a good bit of time walking around and taking pictures of some of the various activities and booths while listening to the strains of bluegrass music wafting across the shadow-dappled churchyard and even spent a few minutes sitting inside the First Congregational Church in the same pew that I used to share with my grandfather on distant Sunday mornings long ago.
If I sat still and closed my eyes, I could still hear the sounds of his strong voice joyously singing out the hymns while the church organist played in the background. To this day I can still remember how proud and happy I felt to be sitting next to him on Sunday mornings. Unfortunately there were nowhere near as many of those Sunday mornings as I would have liked due to the fact that we only moved back to the area whenever my Dad was shipped overseas but the memories that I do have are definitely golden and ones that I will always treasure.
From what I could tell walking amongst the people who had come out to celebrate Old Home Day, a lot of them were cherishing some of their own golden memories, too. I caught snips and pieces of conversation "... remember the time ..." and "... it doesn't seem that long ago that we ..."
I think that's what Old Home Day is all about in every town that has them (and there are many) and not just Canterbury - the chance for people to get together and reminisce about the old days and share the history that they spent together in the place that they call(ed) home.
I've put together another video in order to share some of the pictures I took at Old Home Day and, because that's the sort of music that was being played, set it to one of my favorite bluegrass pieces - "A Man of Constant Sorrows" from the movie O' Brother, Where Art Thou? Not that there was anything sorrowful about Canterbury's Old Home Day - except maybe for that slight tinge of sadness I felt in the church while missing my grandfather all these years later.
Oh, and lest I forget - the Scenic and Historic 2010 calendar that the Canterbury Historical Society put together is very nice - and I'm not just saying that because it contains three of my photos (Katherine tells me that this means I am most definitely published as a photographer!). This is the first year that they've done a color calendar and it most definitely looks sharp! I was very pleased to have been given a copy by Ellen, the woman who had the idea for and was the driving force behind putting the calendar together, and I will proudly hang it on my wall when January rolls around. Pretty cool, eh?