An Ugly Christmas Sweater and a Tribute

Before delving into what’s truly on my mind as I write this I want to remind everyone one more time about this weekend’s Indoor Market and its Ugly Christmas Sweater theme. So don your most wretched sweater and make your way out to the Bridgeport Conference Center between 11am and 2pm Sunday. And if your loving Aunt Mildred knitted it for you by hand all the better! Who knows, you may be awarded bragging rights for 2018. Think you can wrestle the crown away from these guys?

For more on the Christmas Market see Julie Perine’s story on Connect-Bridgeport here.

As I alluded to earlier the thing on my mind this week is the loss of another of our original six vendors. If your memory serves you might remember our little tribute to the fine folks from Dave’s Greenhouse this past summer as they decided to retire from their business.

This time around we are sad to say goodbye to Liz and Frank Abruzzino of Hawthorne Valley Farm. Liz and Frank have been staples of the Market from our first days in front of Bridgeport High School. While I’m not sure if they are considering a full retirement from the farming business I do know that they are wanting to scale back a bit and setups and tear downs are not an easy thing on the body every Sunday. Whatever their plans everyone involved with the Market wants to wish them well and thank them for their long term commitment to us. Here’s to you, Liz and Frank!


Here is some recently unearthed and never-before-seen footage of a PSA Liz shot for the Winter Market a couple of years back.

And so you can see what they had to deal with in the first days here’s a post straight from lovely Liz herself. It took me plenty of friendly prodding to get her to relate this story but during the 2016 Summer Season she finally took a few minutes and fired off the following. Thanks again, Liz.


And We Planted a Seed…

By: Liz Abruzzino of Hawthorne Farm

Actually, we planted six! In July, 2009, the Bridgeport Farmers Market opened at the parking lot in front of Bridgeport High School with six cautiously optimistic vendors lined up and ready to go. The rest is history!

Welcome to the Bridgeport Farmers Market!

None of this would have been possible without our visionary, enthusiastic, and tireless Board of Directors who saw the opportunity and made it happen. Debbie and Bob Workman and Betsy and Kent Spellman are still with us, along with Dave High who worked ex officio until the move to Charles Pointe.

At the first market, we arrived to find market provided tents set up and tables in place. That seed, I might add, was one of the few that quietly withered on the vine as the number of participants grew! By year two, in fact, we had two rows of vendors’ tents, nearly filling the parking area.

In the early years, we encountered what came to be euphemistically referred to as “slack periods”. Imagine the BFM today with nary a customer in sight! Believe me, it happened! CD Cole, definitely our most colorful vendor, would stand in the middle of the market, looking to the heavens, while loudly beseeching SOMEONE to buy SOMETHING! And as time passed, they did.

Alexis Workman waiting for SOMEONE to buy SOMETHING at CD Cole’s tent!

From day one music has been an integral part of our market. Mark Shelhammer provided the entertainment back then with his unique trumpet playing. In community spirit he donated any proceeds to his local church much as Annie Neeley and company aided with the recent flood relief efforts. Musicians are good people! With the help of resident musician Rus Ruppert the BFM has evolved into what the Clarksburg Exponent-Telegram recently recognized as an important local music, as well as food, venue.

This collective creativity surfaces in other areas as well. The Market was initially envisioned as a food only venue. Yet it soon became apparent that farmers, by nature, are a very creative bunch! Our talented artisans are the “proof in the pudding”. Extra goat’s milk, or tallow, or lard, became soap. A fallen tree is transformed into a one of a kind wooden bowl or hardwood cutting board. We grind grain or corn for meal and flour, pick up a dried gourd and see a birdhouse. “Value Adding”, ag talk for turning trash into treasure, provides a nice boost to our sometimes meager bottom line.

Dave Reynolds of Dave’s Greenhouse. Dave has grown to the point that he now takes up three tents at the BFM.

Yet seeds are planted to celebrate food and in this mission the Market has never wavered. We teamed with local restaurants who used our products in their cooking demos. We encouraged and supported community cook-offs and farm dinners. Another early vendor, Lenora Destito, held monthly fritti fries. Provence Market set up a brunch tent, soon adding tables and chairs for dining. We were becoming the destination we are today.

Before we become too complacent, however, we must consider the one fickle given of a farmer’s life, as well as an outdoor market’s, the weather. When the “Winds of Charles Pointe” kicked up several weeks ago I was reminded of the Perfect Storm which visited the fledgling BFM at the high school. It was a torrential downpour, lightning flashing all around us, striking a tree across the road. My husband and son-in-law jumped on plastic coolers to provide a dubious “ground” while holding down our ballooning tent. The storm sewers were overwhelmed as a tributary of Simpson Creek surged through the center of the Market, carrying with it odd fruits and vegetables – no bananas! – as well as the shards of broken canning jars and their contents. In the midst of all this, Anne Hart of Provence Market, presenting a cooking demo, gathered in her spectators, lowered the tent canopy, and, undaunted, continued to the finale.

Larry Gardner of Gardner Farms in his natural habitat at the BFM

By the next Sunday we were all back, smiles on our faces, glasses half full. Undaunted, isn’t that the nature of a farmer? Truly, and with a nod to Paul Harvey, “God created the farmer”.

Our farmers planted some very viable seeds and they continue to flourish. No chance this group is going to wither on the vine! Today, a special nod to the originals–those still with us from our high school parking lot days. Stop by, say hello, and remembering CD, maybe you could Buy Something! Now, how could anyone resist?


Stop by and wish Liz and Frank well at the Christmas Market. Oh, and buy something while you’re there!

Until next month, Stay Fresh!

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