The Annual Greek Festival

Today is the Annual Greek Festival here in my part of New Hampshire. Although I am not Greek myself, I go every year to help out my neighbor, who runs the goodie table. It’s a long line of every sort of pastry and bar imaginable. I usually am in charge of the Fig, Lemon, raspberry and date bars. I scoop them up and serve them into boxes for the customers.

I guess I have been going to these for the last 6 or 7 years now as a worker. I love it! You see the same people from the community each year, and it’s the sort of festival that reminds me of what much of the country has lost. That small town, good old fashioned festival of food, crafts, and fellowship.

When I was growing up on Cape Cod, my church sponsored the Strawberry Festival. Because we were on Cape Cod, and the festival was held at the end of June, the booths with food would have finger sandwiches of Lobster! Every year we would go and get our Lobster Roll, and Strawberry Shortcake. I always knew most of the people attending, and many years I actually worked the festival.

I guess that’s why I value the Greek Festival so much. It reminds me of home, family and community!