It’s the first weekend of December – the start of Old Town’s holiday shopping spree, kicked off by the annual Scottish Walk.
A cold rain turned to wet snow as we set out for our parade watch post on St. Asaph St. We arrived just as Alexandria’s motorcycled finest came down the street, leading the annual parade of pipe and drum bands, be-tartaned clans, dogs of many breeds – irish and welsh terriers, scotties, westies, irish hounds, and interlopers (goldens and a single german shepherd). A Scottie beside us claimed his turf and dashed to the end of his leash to chase awayany two legs in kilts or furry four legs who came too close.
No Robertson or MacFarland clans this year, but the Donalds, Chisholms, Hays, and lots of others braved the weather proudly.
Santa atop a fire struck draws the parade to an end, and along with the rest of those lining St. Asaph, we headed toward the shopping scene, then home for a brief rest before hitting the party scene.
Two parties, the first just down the street. The row houses of Old Town are mostly two or three story structures, some brick, others clapboard sided, each house in a strip painted its own color – green, blue, pastel shades, occasionally white. The houses often share an attic that runs the length of the row of houses, and owners sometimes find that animals skitter back and forth across attic floors without regard to individual ownership – an interesting if often annoying aspect of communal living. The nearby home was decorated more formally than Mark and Lori’s home – with walls and furniture darker and more elegant in tone. M and L’s house is brighter with furniture more modern in design and art work mostly from the 20th century. The row houses lend themselves nicely to both decor approaches, but I was struck by the very different moods that can be created in houses of similar design and proportion.
We spent the evening with Salt Lake friends who now live just a few blocks away in Old Town. Theirs is an end house in a row, very narrow, but beautifully renovated to remove walls in the downstairs space making the home open and very warm. We spent time renewing a 35-year friendship, sharing a delicious supper and catching up with friend and family stories.
Sunday followed a pattern we’ve adopted for this day after Old Town festivities. I attend Christ Church (built in 1773, same year as Union Church, Claremont NH) and we celebrate with a pre-Christmas feast of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. The Rt. Rev. Jane Holmes Dixon, Retired Suffragan Bishop of Washington, was the preacher at CC; a very short sermon, but much to the point: pray for something significant to come forth from the gathering in Copenhagn.