I went to Market Square Day in Portsmouth yesterday for the first time in about 20 years. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I had excellent company. It wasn't as crowded as I remember it being in the past. And I found a really good parking spot at my dad's office.
Market Square Day was first held was held when I was 12 years old and living right on Miller Ave in Portsmouth. We used to walk dowtown and spend the day snaking through the crowds. One year I was a face painter for Strawberry Banke's booth, I think it was. This Market Square Day had all the elements I remember from back then; music, face painting, balloons, crowds, June sunshine, and vendors selling all kind of trinkets, jewelry and art.
It was my daughter's first time at Market Square Day. She had a wonderful time and it felt great to share that part of my hometown and my history with her. We spent so much of her life far away from here. This place is so much a part of me and I want it to be a part of her, too. The entire day was a perfect blend of old and new. It made me feel like things are starting to come together in a new way. It was casual, laid back, fun and really significant. It ranks up there as one of my best days ever, actually.