A wedding is usually attended by a mosaic of the community. Two lives come together, and bring with them their distinct personalities, histories, and the people they have met along the way. Mature marriages, as I heard them called this past weekend, produce an even more eclectic group of attendees, as the bride and groom have a greater experience to write their stories and draw their list of friends.
I had the good fortune to attend such an event this past weekend, and not only did I thoroughly enjoy myself, I learned a bit as well. The wedding was amazing, and a great reminder of some of the true gems in our community. My good friend and Falmouthite Jack Rosenbaum and his new bride Annie Holden joined each other in embarking on a loving and exciting journey last Saturday at St. Barnabas' Church. Rev. Patricia Barrett presided with both grace and humor at a poignant and touching ceremony, sharing with the attendees portions of personal essays penned by each of the betrothed, explaining why they desired to be married. There wasn't a dry eye in the place, and for good reason. The sincerity and true love expressed was an example for us all. St. Barnabas is a gift to all who enter, a true jewel of our Main Street.
The stage was set at this wonderful event by the talents of the Canterbury Choir of St. Barnabas, who processed into this historic place of worship, their gowns flowing in the late summer breeze, and an equally refreshing and rejuvenating song flowing from each of the singers. As I bid hello to the singers, I realized that they were a collection of personalities from our everyday lives here in Falmouth, brought together by the beauty of the music they were sharing and the event itself. From my tax man Joe Rabbit to FHS stalwart Al Kolodjeski, to insurance veteran and proud grandma Cynthia Pina, this choir transformed an already memorable event into a remarkable memory - memories made by Falmouth people from all walks of life, joined together on that day by the love of their neighbors and friends Jack and Annie. What a great metaphor for life in our community.
That theme continued throughout the day. Later, at a seaside reception on Chapaquoit island, I was able to connect with several Falmouthites where the discussion inevitably led to the will-they or won't-they judgment on changing the form of government, the issues of the day, and, of course, our current leadership. That is where the aforementioned learning came in. As I pen this compilation of my thoughts every week, I often wonder if my time in Town Hall has jaded me, and that I am actually an island of discontent in sea of calm. After chatting over a heaping portion of delicious goat stew from Coonamessett Farm with several fellow wedding guests, it became clear that the malaise and misguidedness in the corner conference room of which I frequently speak has pervaded our community - and that I am not the only one who sees and feels it daily. One by one, guests made their way over and nearly all offered some variation on "what's wrong with Falmouth?" I even could feel the very earth beneath me shift a bit as I shared a laugh, smile and philosophical kinship with longtime community activist Deb Segal.
As I shared some additional smiles and some yummy jerk chicken and peach mango salsa with an all-Falmouth table including Rotarian and legal eagle Rich Edes, who served on both the Board of Selectmen and Finance Committee in his former landing spot of Carlisle, and long-time local Fran DeYoung, a theme emerged. "What we are getting from Town Hall has become personalities over policy," quipped one of my dinner mates. And there it was - my lesson for the day. In addition to one of the more enjoyable events I've attended in many a day, the wedding of Jack and Annie and the time I spent with Falmouthites from all ends and spectrums of town, reminded me that people are paying attention in this town - and they want something better.
This article is reprinted from the Falmouth Enterprise.