Moonlighting at the Market
As an undergrad, Julia Mair took a job at the 32nd Street Farmers Market selling lettuce, micro greens and pea shoots for Alluvion Aeroponics. “I needed something to do on the side and I love going to farmers markets,” she says.
Showing up in All Weather
“You show up because they show up. If they show up, I show up.” Rain or shine, sweltering heat or below freezing, Merdalf has been playing his guitar at the 32nd Street Farmers Market for over thirteen years. Even on this rainy Saturday in March 2024, when shoppers are rushing to buy their groceries and spending less time lingering, he’s here—poncho, rain guitar, and his rainbow umbrella hat.
In Praise of the Bean Man
One Saturday the bean man wasn’t at the farmers’ market, he was always there every week, and I asked the woman who works with him, “Where is he?”
Mourning Mary Pat Clarke (1941-2024)
The 32nd Street Farmers Market mourns the passing of former District 14 Council representative Mary Pat Clarke, who died on November 10.
Giant Pumpkin Winners!
The big gourd at the Market’s annual contest on October 26 weighed 145.5 pounds, per grower-farmer Billy Caulk of Pine Grove Farms on the Eastern Shore. Anthony Nathe took first prize, with a guess of 145#.
A Life of Seasons
I first meandered through the 32nd Street Farmers Market about 5,000 apples, peaches, melons, and salads ago. According to the solar calendar, that makes me a customer of nearly 40 years.
The Market is My Touchstone
A Saturday morning visit to the market feels like a weekly reset. It’s time for myself and just to take a breath. No one needs me. I can just wander and shop.
Third Space
“You don’t have to make an appointment to meet anyone at the market. You can just show up and be.”
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