It was a beautiful summer morning, breezy and not too hot, at least not yet. I needed a break from chlorinated swimming pools. So the kids and I headed to downtown Roswell. It is walkable, has terrific restaurants and shops, and feels somewhat European to me. There is such a sense of palpable history.
We went to the Roswell Cultural Arts Center for one of their summer puppet series performances. This week’s show is Arabian Adventure performed by the Tanglewood Marionettes. I questioned whether my children are getting too old for a puppet show. Puppet show was an understatement in this case. It was fantastic and even included marionettes with red glowing eyes and special effects! My children can’t wait to go back.
On the way to the performance, we drove by an historic cemetery at the corner of Woodstock Street and Alpharetta Highway. I have driven by The Old Roswell Cemetery many times before, and am always mesmerized by the ancient trees and centuries old graves. I have passed by this cemetery on a spooky autumn day with fog swirling around the headstones, and let me tell you, if there are haunted cemeteries, my money is on this one. There is actually a walking ghost tour through historic Roswell, which I hope to do this fall. My son insists that he is up to the task of being my partner, but I have a feeling I might need to bring smelling salts if he does join me.
With grumbling tummies, we headed over to one of our favorite spots for lunch, The Fickle Pickle. Located in a Victorian house on Canton Street, it is always packed. I had the Brie BLT which was such a guilty pleasure. Brie, tomato, bacon, arugula, basil mayo, and balsamic glaze on grilled sourdough. AND their pickles are made from scratch, of course. I normally skip dessert but had to try the cookie of the day, lemon poppyseed with icing. Oink!
One would think that going to an antique mall is something that would illicit groans from young children. For whatever reason my kids love the Canton Street Antique Market and find little treasures when we do go. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but a glass paper weight caught my eye. One of the few things I remember about my Babci (grandmother in Polish) is the paperweights in her sitting room. She passed away when I was nine years old. She was a fearless woman who lived through hell in war-torn Europe before moving to Chicago with her husband and children. This paperweight was exactly like one of hers. I have no idea what happened to all of them, but I have decided I would like to start a collection of them too. They make me happy. This one reminds me of a head of chopped iceberg lettuce, or maybe cole slaw, with swirls of ketchup and mustard. Not the prettiest one I’ve ever seen, but it made me think of her so I had to have it. I have always been drawn to colored glass, and I now wonder if that all started with her paperweight collection when I was a small child.
My children, on the other hand, insisted on getting a “Golden Retriever on Board” suction cup sign. No matter how much I love our dog, there is no way that is going in my car. So I let them each get one for their bedrooms. Then they spied a typewriter and were very intrigued. It was prehistoric to them. Fearing the you break it you buy it rule, I showed them how to type on it. As in you can’t lightly touch the keys like a computer, you pretty much have to pound each one with your finger to transfer the ink onto paper. They found this very amusing and tried to type “Mommy is old.” Nice.
On the way home, we stopped at the Roswell Area Park. It has a wonderful play area with several play sets for different age levels. The playgrounds are shaded by huge trees which shield us from the hot Georgia sun. I love to watch my children play and enjoy the moment. They are growing older before my eyes and I dread the day they no longer want to visit the park.
Today was one of those days I will always remember, and I hope my children do too. Happy summer!