11 Jun 2013
lewin street store
Take a right turn and then a left and there tucked away in a quiet corner of suburbia you will find a tiny place where time forgot to visit. Little paper bags of lollies for small change and billowy milkshakes that taste of backyard cricket, Golden books and sleepovers at Nana's. Jam jars filled with blousey blooms grace cane tables - a rainbow of paint colours peeking through chips and cracks from a time where people made do with what they had preferring to give something a lick of paint rather than buy new.
With the Winter sunshine on our backs and a box full of vintage stamps in our hands we whiled away a quiet Sunday morning savouring organic coffee and our melodic musings. We chatted of walks to the local corner store as children and our favourite lolly combinations. Freckles and caramel buds were always in my little paper sack whilst his was filled with milk bottles and raspberry and creams. There we laid plans for our future and spoke aloud our dreams for a slow world where neighbourhood dogs are patted and friends gather over Camellia tinted fences united in parenthood and laughter.
A future where our babes' scholarly success isn't equated to a reading level or Naplan test result rather an abundance of curiosity, integrity and love for their fellow man. A rainbow coloured childhood swirled with imagination, literature and bare feet where dreams can never be too big. And where a rich, intrinsic love of learning surpasses any report card grade. Oh may we grant them such a world.
Hand in hand we walked away from this tiny space projecting a quiet peace from within us. We had dotted new wonders on our blueprint and relished the crisp air and the green of whispering trees. The babies' hands were ink stained and from such simple goings on came a deep happiness. Slow, gentle days.
Could you imagine slowing your world for a time? Where would you go, what would you see? And what lollies would be in your paper bag?