Travel: Downtown Thomasville, GA
For five years I lived in Thomasville. It was my elementary years so every memory of it has a rosy, ethereal vignetting that only childhood can manifest. Mom and I used to wander through downtown stopping into the eclectic little shops picking out treats and craft projects. I even remember field trips downtown where teachers would explain some of the architectural details to us.
Since then the downtown has developed incredibly. Shop after shop has its own specialization from cooking accessories and seasoning, leather goods, vintage and new clothing, pet treats, yarn craft supplies, quirky interior decor, and traditional dishware sets. I talked about the fluidity of place and time in my last post because I felt it when I was here. That this place has changed and I come back to it changed. And still, I appreciate this town with its cute coffee shop and rose parade.
I'm glad this is a place for me to make new memories while cherishing the old. Here I am simultaneously a stranger and, then again, not. I've thought more than once that I'd like to meet the city manager or members of the Downtown Development Authority. I'm so impressed with the area that I think that pink rosy residue of my childhood has altered my perception of the present. Aren't those how some childhood places and memories work though? Where we turn them over in our hands, promising never to break or tarnish them? Instead of an object, for me, it is a place. A living thing. Something that could disappoint me. So far, though, it hasn't.