Saturday, January 14, 2012

      Meet Huckleberry

                Rosemary loved to take her walk around Huckleberry first thing in the morning, strolling left out of her store “Buy the Book,”  Tops prancing along next to her with tail wagging and glancing up at Rosemary looking for approval her chocolate eyes conveying  happiness. 

                Huckleberry was a quaint little lakeside town with beautiful views of Lake Tipawee framed with the Mountains all around.  Huckleberry existed purely on the townspeople’s love of the Lake, and a longing to keep things simple.  Everyone had a laid back comforting attitude, truly caring about one another, and the better of the community.

                Rosemary owned the lot next to her store, this was the future home of Mainlot, the neighborhood square.  Someday this lot would hopefully be full of flowers, paths, maybe a tree.  Offering the town a place to gather and share in each other’s life even more.

                Passing  “Betty’s Bakery” big windows displaying bread, cinnamon rolls, and pastries of all sorts, smells of cinnamon and yeast wafted out promising of their gooey goodness.  Betty Heck, the owner, was a big hearted small woman with a laugh that was infectious.  She was like the queen of Huckleberry due primarily to her magnetic personality.  People old and young flocked to her and enjoyed her genuine nature. 

                Next on the street was “Big Bobby’s BBQ,” which boasted the best BBQ in Montana, or at least that’s what his sign said.  His windows advertised of his special sauces and a menu for tourists traveling through.  He “slow smoked every slab of meat in his state of the art, custom made, one of a kind, biggest best smoker.”  It said that on the window too.  Bobby Heck was an easy going fun man, his restaurant featured   desserts from Betty’s, due to the convenience of that fact that they were husband and wife, happily for 30 years.  Rosemary loved these two restaurants most of all, Betty and Bobby were like her parents, always offering her support and encouragement yet honestly when needed.  She would have to come back here for dinner tonight!

                “Cynthia’s Huckleberry House,” owned by Cynthia, was next on her journey.  This store was immaculately adorable and wonderfully done.  She offered Huckleberry’s residents and tourists beautiful flowers, plants, gifts and anything and everything under the sun, literally, because she had a greenhouse out at her place west of town.  Cynthia was an interesting artsy beatnik sort of a woman who had an unmistakable personality full of style that was purely her own.