Friday, April 16, 2010
The Brewster Store
There is a feeling of home in certain places and The Brewster Store is one of those places for me. As I pass through, memories are everywhere right down to the gas powered peanut roasting machine that I used to be terrified of. The paint is wearing off the stairs that Robert and I painted one winter. There is merchandise on the shelves that I priced 20 years ago. Today I purchased a small painting that was painted by a friend and regular customer. I actually know the people in it.
I met my husband there one day when we were both in need of a hug. That hug led to marriage and the companionship of one of the kindest people I know. We get to grow old together while sitting on a bench and watching the world go by. Hooray for 6a!