It seems every year, the old town hall in Berlin MA, the town of about 2500 people that I have chosen to make my home, does a different Christmas exhibit. Last year (my first winter here) they did one on how Christmas Tree styling has changed over the last couple hundred years. This year, they did one on winter sport’s equiptment, which was as good if not better even than last year’s exhibit.
The old town hall is full of history. It seems, this little town sent most of it’s men at a time when it was even smaller off to fight the civil war. Inside, you can see these brave souls. Many no doubt never came home to their loved one’s again. Still today they remain remembered in the heart of this small agricultural community.
But this post isn’t about town history, it is about the history enshrined in this year’s christmas exhibit.
There were displays of toboggans, and sleds,
I had never seen a sled like this before! I thought it was amazing.
There were also several generations of old ice skates some of which amazed and shocked me. I never could have imagined that at one time some of them looked and were designed as they were! It was the coolest thing!
I was fortunate to be able to take my mother with me to see this display. She looked at these skates and her first thought was, “oh my gosh, these are like the ones my dad had when he was young!” And it made her smile to see them. Not so long ago we lost my grandfather. He was a very old man and it was his time to go. I will always be grateful to the town of Berlin, for reminding us of good old times back when he was alive and healthy and just living his life. It was a touching moment. We spent a few minutes with the skates before heading on to strange metal equiptment that I don’t recognize nor do I know what it is or how it was used. Perhaps someone out there knows what this is?
It was a fabulous little tour through time and we had a beautiful time and then we went to the next room over to have cookies and discuss the wonderful old stuff we had just seen before heading outside for the hay ride around the circle of the tiny town’s center. But that is a story for another day…..