A Wakefield Welcome
I went to a move-in party today. For those of you that don’t know, a move-in party is an event where participants of the Free State Project who have already moved to New Hampshire come to help unload the moving truck of new arrivals, usually in exchange for pizza and beer or other yummy goodness. It is work, to be sure, but it’s always a fun time, and it’s a great way to meet other people, both new movers and old shakers. This move-in was no different, and meeting the newest Porcupine was wonderful, as always.
But the best part of this day happened after the fact – at the local deli/general store where we all went for lunch in lieu of pizza. We placed our orders and moved off to the side of the room, overflowing the only available booth to standing-room only. We were chatting animatedly when a man, wearing a shirt emblazoned with "Country Goods & Groceries General Store" on the chest, came over and stood nearby. Our first thought was that he was going to ask us to move out of the aisle. Instead, he proceeded to introduce himself to our table. He had obviously overheard the conversation with our newest Porc because his first question was “Who just moved to the neighborhood?” When she identified herself, he went on to give her a very warm welcome, telling her a little bit about the town and the people in it. He was called away after a few minutes, but he returned shortly after with a menu. He gave it to our friend, pointed out the phone number, and told her that if she had any questions at all, about the town or anything else, to give him a call at the store. He also made sure to let her know about a Fall Festival taking place next weekend where she could meet some of her other neighbors. I was touched, and I think she was, too. She had already become teary-eyed when I welcomed her “home”; at this point she looked dumbfounded. You see, she had expected a yard full of strangers to come unload her moving truck; I don’t think she expected the warm reception and generous offer put forth by the owner of the local grocery.
New Hampshire – Yeah, it’s like that, too.
Photo by Glen Aldrich