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Tooting Our Small Town Horn

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Actually we’re tooting a trumpet.  

I love the town I live in.  I grew up in Brampton and when we moved to this little town back in ’94 I wondered where the eff my parents thought they were going.  Farms?  A marketplace but no big mall? No public transit?
Over time I fell in love with the place.  Met great people. Got a decent job.
Met a guy. Married him.  And we knew we’d never leave here. 
Here’s one example of why…
I took the boys for haircuts Monday evening to the place I go to on Main St.  Most shops close early on Mondays (if they’re even open on Mondays).  
Cuy always gets a treat for getting his haircut because he is so brave now.  He kept talking about a trumpet at the party store.  I told him that it might not be open.
After the haircuts we walked down to the party store.  Closed.
The hand written sign on the door said “Closed Monday November 7. Sorry for any inconvenience”
I braced for a meltdown but he was fine.  Disappointed, but fine  He wanted to look in the window, so there he stood with his nose pressed.
Suddenly an older gentleman came over to the door and unlocked it. Cuyler pushed it open and walked in.
“Do you have a trumpet?” he asked.  An older woman came out from behind some boxes she was unpacking.  
I asked Cuyler if he saw the trumpets here before.  “Yes, right here.”  and pointed to a shelf.  The lady nodded and said that yes, they did have toy trumpets there but she wasn’t sure where they were now.
They had closed for the day because the were getting the store ready for Christmas and things were being moved around.  She bent down and said to Cuyler “You come back later this week and I’ll make sure I find a trumpet for you.”  
He was still disappointed, but agreed (after I bribed him with a lollipop).
We left the store.  Walked to the van and just as I was getting ready to pull out I saw the woman scurrying down the street.  
With a trumpet in her hand.
We got out of the van, she handed it to Cuyler and I told her “I’m so sorry I have no cash”.  She replied “That’s fine.  My till isn’t open anyway.  Just come in and pay me on the weekend if you can.”

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That’s why I love where I live.
So please – those of you who live in the same amazing town I live in – please visit the party store on Main St for any of your party needs.  They are good people.
They made a little boy’s day.  And filled our house with more lovely music noise.

Comments

  1. Kelly Campbell Rutherford says

    Score one for warmth and kindness! And..there is always the Burlington Band.
    I am finding that warmth and kindness are flooding in from the most unexpected places now that my story is out (except to Marley) It is most humbling!
    Enjoy the trumpet for this to shall pass.

  2. Racheal says

    In our small town, we’d get messages like “Hey -you changed your timer lights!” Maybe that sounds invasive to big city folk, but for me it was another comfort of a small town -knowing people were always watching out for you, and would be there if you needed them.
    In the big city, we’re in a neighbourhood where we’ve carved out something that feels small townish. It feels like home.

  3. Tracey says

    That’s so wonderful!! I love that kind of warmth. Even in my big town, we have that too… it’s something I truly cherish. I couldn’t have the life I live without it! YAY!!

  4. Lorie T says

    I grew up in your lovely town, and while we no longer live there I still consider it home. I’m always amazed by how much it’s grown when I visit – I’m so happy to hear that it still has that amazing small-town charm and exceptional people. Also so impressed by how mature Cuyler was when he couldn’t get his dream trumpet.