Arden, Delaware

We arrive in Arden dreary and ready to sleep, the neighborhood having been recommended to us by our friend Danielle as a place we could park our bus without getting too much flac from the neighbors. Unbeknownst to us, we had arrived in the oldest intentional community in the US.

As Joey began to putter around the next morning, sleepy crust crackled between my eyes and my once glued eyes began to open slowly. “A note?” I mumbled.

“Yeah, somebody wants to give us breakfast in the garden!” exclaimed Joey.

According to him, there was a note found on our door. I began to prepare our freshly bought groceries, unaware of the delightful mecca of kindness we had stumbled upon. (Check out our Support Love page for a small glimpse of all the wonderful things the Arden neighbors accorded us with!)

A nice lady, Toby, had left the note – curious about our bus and also a fan of the Flower of Life stickers on our door (which our friend Justin had donated the day before). We awoke a bit late for breakfast, but as we munched on the food we had prepared, it was apparent that something odd was about.

Joel and Brittney sit with Mary in her bedroom as she lets them play with her artist supplies as well try on hand made jewelry and clothes that she makes.

We were greeted by George, the arbiter of the Guild Hall; a parking lot of which we had been inhabiting. Still riding good vibration of the All Good Music Festival he returned from, George informed us that it was definitely “all good” that we stay in his parking lot.
With a free pass on life and a brain full of mustard, we began to explore the community we had stumbled upon.
The bombardment of kind and interested people left us spending much of our time entertaining and being entertained by them. We shared with them the context of our adventure, and our future travel plans as they began to share glimpses with us of how special their little community in Delaware really was.

A picture of the first structure built in Arden.

The next day the lords of a tricky and playful nature would have us woken up by the police. The first cop was easily flushed out by my yammering incessantly about our adventure, and by the news that we had permission to park at the Guild Hall. Clearly new to hippie encounters the Wilmington, Delaware police force needed another look. “What’s the cage for?”, asked the second cop that showed up. Queue Tsunami, poking his head around the filing cabinet.

“It’s a dog kennel!” I excitedly pat the dog and give him some lovins. Before the officer had a chance to ask more questions, I explained that we call the kennel the dryer, because that’s where we put him when he’s wet or dirty, so he doesn’t muss up the bus. And that it also accords us the opportunity to tell people that we’re putting the dog in the dryer. The second officer laughed as the ‘serious’ officer tries to keep a straight face, which lasted only until he turned to see his partner in crime chuckling. They asked twenty seven more questions, which I gladly answered, and then sent them on their way. This has seemingly been the trend; talk the officer’s ear off until he can’t take it anymore and flees the scene.

The next day the lords of a tricky and playful nature would have us woken up by the police. The first cop was easily flushed out by my yammering incessantly about our adventure, and by the news that we had permission to park at the Guild Hall. Clearly new to hippie encounters the Wilmington, Delaware police force needed another look.

Many people welcomed the Love Bus to Arden. John DiGiacoma and his wife were gracious enough to invite the bus to dinner on several occasions.

During a tour of his house in Arden, Phil Fisher describes these grave markers that he crafted.

Phil’s front yard in Arden. He is the artist of each sculpture pictured here.

Theater has been a historically popular activity in Arden, where at The Stephens Theatre its tradition is carried on.

A sincere thanks to Mary, Phil, Jennifer, Al, John, Ian, Nicole, George, Dianne, Mick, Victoria, Clay, Toby, and everyone else who made our lives full of love for our short stay in Arden!

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2 Responses to “Arden, Delaware”
  1. Diane Brocklesby says:

    As our sign says: “You are welcome hither.” Hope to see you again and hear more about your wonderful adventures! I will have pool passes for you!!! Lotsa hugs, Diane

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