Glimpses show Carroll is fine place to be NORTH--Manchester * Hampstead * Lineboro


June 02, 1993|By PAT BRODOWSKI

It was on the radio that I heard this poem, written by a Midwestern farmer:

"You know, sometimes when I wake up,

I'm where I want to be, and don't want to go anyplace else."

It wasn't, but could have been, someone local who composed those lines.

At least once, anyone in North Carroll must have seen one splendid glimpse of a place they'd like to never leave.

There's April in Hampstead, for instance. April means sizzling red geraniums carpeting the sidewalk in front of Bob's Variety. Before Hampstead Day, those red geraniums are tucked into porch pots along just about every street, brilliant accents to leafy shadows.

On warm days in Hampstead and Manchester it snows in more than 20 flavors. Children know snow. They chase the silver sound of a bell to find the traveling snowball truck.

Behind one truck's painted polka dots and clattering bottles of syrups sits Jennifer Bowers. She is the image of motherly patience.

From the youngest customer, who can't read the flavors and hasn't memorized them yet, to the older child who wants to squeeze another jaw-breaking candy or two into his five coins, she calmly advises, searches for strawberry candies, caters to a second whim of marshmallow or chocolate topping.


When the lights and music of a carnival come on tomorrow evening at Robert's Field Shopping Center on Hanover Pike, four days of fun begin.

Merchants who want to attract folks to the shopping center have created carnival-time offers, including dollar-off ride coupons. Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, all rides are pay-one-price.

The country band The Last Roundup will play Saturday night. The carnival will benefit the Gunpowder 4-H Club.


At Spring Garden Elementary, 93 young musicians performed in concert May 11. Those first- and second-year musicians had learned to read a language that, to the rest of us, looks like dancing ants. Above jittery fingers and eyes searching for parents and friends, they pursued, they unified in rhythm and sound, and they made music.

With real polish, the fifth-grade chorus sang Native American songs. With bells, voice, flute and drums, soloists Courtney Gwyer, Sarah Allen, Crystal Anderson and Tiffany Langan spelled out the plaintive, haunting themes.

The entire 48-member group sang the lengthy and complicated "Sesame Street Salute" with bravado. It was a poignant concert for the fifth-graders in their final appearance as students in elementary school.


The congregation at St. George's Episcopal Church on Cape Horn Road will dig shovels into the ground at 5:30 p.m. Sunday to add six classrooms and meeting space. The church was recently recognized as an independent parish.

"The interesting thing for me," says Susan Panek, the fellowship chairman, "is that there are all ages. People started 30 years ago in what is now a storage shed in the back. It's been a long time in growing. There are a lot of older people and lot of younger people with children. The older have become sort of surrogate grandparents."

The church will celebrate, as they've often done, with a potluck supper at 3 p.m.

"Call if you want to come," said Mrs. Panek. Her number is 876-5805.


Visitors can be windows to the place where you live. Just after the Tour Du Pont bike race rolled 100 bicyclists and associated international media down Main Street in Hampstead, two bicycling visitors cruised up to Spring Garden Elementary.

Saddlebags, packed with sleeping bags and tennis rackets, bristled from the back wheels of both bikes. The two men had left Bel Air three days before. They'd biked over to York, Pa., and through Gettysburg. They hadn't been to Carroll before.

"If you want good cycling in farm country, you go to Carroll County," I recalled from a conversation weeks ago with Merle Kaplan, president of the Baltimore Bicycling Club. "It has some of the prettiest parts of the state."

The visiting cyclists had whizzed down from Gettysburg, past Westminster and had chosen Hampstead to spend the night.

"Would anyone mind if we camped here?" asked one.

It looked like a good place to stay.

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