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For Bathites, the high season climbs to full speed towards the Morse High School Alumni Association’s Reunion Weekend. As the oldest alumni association in the country, they set the standard for reunions! Morse welcomes their returning graduates with a blue and white banner across Front Street, a score of shop windows displaying old yearbook photos and letter jackets, and wide open doors at all of the local inns, taverns and restaurants around town. This year Maine’s Cool Little City seemed to be humming as early as Wednesday night because that’s the night we arrived from Chicago to find there wasn’t a single vacant seat at Byrnes’ Irish Pub on the tenth of June! Except for the absence of snow, last weekend felt a lot like Christmas in downtown Bath. Everyone was saying hello with a hug, and lots of people were out strolling. They were telling stories and laughing at old, familiar jokes. Their joyful sound seemed to cast a silvery net around hearts that will be forever young when they come home to Bath.
The Mitchell School (a.k.a. Universe Gym) is 100 years old. |
Looking back, last weekend seems like a foggy dream. I believe Joe and I together greeted at least 200 people as they passed through our home, and that number of hellos can leave you dizzy. For us, however, the most amazing aspect of the House Tour is how we became a part of it. Joe and I have only owned our home in Bath for two years, and last year we attended our first S.P.I. House Tour, which happened to take place in Phippsburg. Our participation in this classic Bath-style event seems impossible, but then that’s the magic of Bath!
A community filled with talented volunteers can make the impossible inevitable. How does magic happen? The director of S.P.I., Lorena Coffin, asked us to open our house to possibly 300 visitors and promised there would be docents to guide and watch-over the flow of people. She also offered flower arrangements for the dining room and entry hall, and I am a fool for flowers! Needless to say, Lorena convinced me that people would come if I only opened the door. I said, “Yes.” In turn, I persuaded Joe that it was the right thing to do if we were truly committed to preserving the beauty of this historic city of shipbuilders. How could he refuse? He said, “Yes!" Funny, a song that frequently plays in my head is Before the Parade Passes By. I‘m a fan of the Barbara Streisand version:
I’m gonna go and taste Saturday’s high life
Before the parade passes by
I’m going to get some life back into my life…
When the whistles blow
And the cymbals crash
And the sparklers light the sky
I’m going to raise the roof
I’m going to carry on
Give me an old trombone
Give me an old baton
Before the parade passes by…
We all choose different
songs for our playlist. Clearly, I love parades, and the City of Bath loves
them, too! You could call me crazy if I were the only person, who wanted to
join the parade and play the trombone, but there were twelve houses/gardens on
the tour, and many of the owners resembled Joe and I. On Thursday evening, we met
the other homeowners and most of the volunteers at the docent meeting at the Winter Street Center. There
were almost 80 docents who helped Bath throw the baton, blow the whistles
and crash the cymbals during the House and Garden Tour. They were fabulous
“musicians” who showed up as early as 9:30 a.m. to review the histories and
distinctive architectural features of their assigned homes. I had the pleasure
of volunteering with my musical daughter, Katie, as well as Roger and Sukey Heard, who were seasoned docents and
helped me feel at ease. I was also honored to have the help of Polly, the owner of Brick Store
Antiques, a store which captured our hearts and wallets when we first moved to Bath.
After twenty years as a shopkeeper, Polly recently closed the store on Front Street,
but she continues to be an active antique dealer in the region. Marilyn Reed, Bath’s
famous tap dancer, also guided people through our home, and she did it in her
signature pink shoes! Cynthia Galea rode her bike, with her
readers and her guidebook in the basket, down the street to our place to direct
the visitors upstairs. Joe, Katie and I
feel as if we have made some new friends, and that is always a good feeling!
Can you see the glass door knob? |
Ornament's owner is a proud Morse alumna! |
Now it’s full
speed ahead to Heritage Days and the next parade, which will actually include real marching bands with real whistles
and drums. I can hear that song, Before the Parade Passes By, playing in
my head again:
Look at the crowd up ahead
Listen and hear that brass harmony growing
Look at the crowd up ahead
Pardon me if my old spirit's showing
All of those lights over there
Seem to be telling me where I’m going…