A whiff of smoke from the wood-fired barbecue told me that it is indeed finally fall.
"Smells like Aldie," I smiled to myself as I stepped out of my truck into the brilliant October sunshine in front of the Aldie Country store.
It occured to me later, as I pulled onto Rt. 50 with my Carolina-style barbecue sandwich, coleslaw, beans and mac. & cheeese, that today was the quintessential fall day. Breezy, about 58 degrees; yeah, that's the October I remember.
I also remember when the Aldie Country store was called Partlow's, and the ultimate adventure was walking the two-and-a-half miles to get there and buy a seven-ounce Coke. Among my other childhood memories of Aldie is the October festival, then known simply as "Aldie Day." For me then, it was an opportunity to run wild for a day. Aldie was not an historic rural village; it was just the world as I knew it, and I knew that it was flat and that I would fall off if I got to the edge. As long as I stayed in town though, I could do or be whatever I wanted.
The name of the event has changed, and so has the area around Aldie. But the village itself looks a lot like it did thirty years ago when I rode an elephant behind the firehouse.
They call it the Aldie Harvest Festival now, and it takes place tomorrow, Saturday Oct. 16. This year marks the Bicentennial of the village, which grew up around the mill beginning in 1810.
Go check it out if you have time. Aldie's not very big, so you should be able to see everything in half a day or so. Just be careful and don't get near the edge...
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