Every state has a state bird, song, flag, tree, motto, flower, etc. We learn these important facts in elementary school. Memories of my grandfather’s sugar shack (the wonderful place where sap from maple trees is boiled into maple syrup) make it impossible for me to forget that Vermont’s state tree is the magical sugar maple. Personal experience and associations can give significance to these state symbols. But I still think their existence is curious. Are there people who find their state symbols completely meaningless? Who decided it was necessary to declare a state insect or mineral? Who makes these decisions and what are they based on? Apparently in many cases people voted for what they thought best represented their state in a given category and then legislation made it official. For the most part these decisions were made in the distant pass. But as recently as 2007 a school teacher in Texas helped her students champion the cowboy boot as the state’s official footwear. I think Vermont would have to go with Birkenstocks or hiking boots . . .
In this On Point podcast, The Magic of Summer Cottages, Tom Ashbrook and his guest, Tereasa Surratt, discuss the urge to ‘get back to nature’. Their conversation is mostly about the positive sides of being in the country, a sentiment that I can certainly relate to. But it also got me thinking about preserving these pristine spaces. I can understand the city dwellers’ dream of a cabin in the woods, but if everyone had one there wouldn’t be any woods to enjoy.
“The only useful generalization I’d hazard about rural politics is that they tend to break on the line of ‘insider’ vs. ‘outsider.’ When my country neighbors sit down with a new social group, the first question they ask one another is not ‘What do you do?’ but rather, ‘Who are your people?’ . . . I am blessed with an ancestor who was the physician in this county from about 1910 into the 1940s. From older people I’ll often hear of some memorably dire birth or farm accident to which my great-uncle was called; lucky for me he was skilled and Hippocratic. But even a criminal ancestor will get you insider status, among the forgiving. Not so lucky are those who move here with no identifiable family ties. Such a dark horse is likely to remain ‘the new fellow’ for the rest of his natural life, even if he arrived in his prime and lives to be a hundred.”
(In Vermont, having a mutually known friend/relative or a locally famous ancestor would definitely put you on the fast track to acceptance. But the entry level test is more about where you were born, where your parents were born and how long your family has lived in the state.)
Kingsolver continues: “The country tradition of mistrusting outsiders may be unfairly applied, but it’s not hard to understand. For much of U.S. history, rural regions have been treated essentially as colonial property of the cities. The carpetbaggers of the reconstruction era were not the first or the last opportunists to capitalize on an extractive economy. When urban-headquartered companies come to the country with a big plan – whether their game is coal, timber, or industrial agriculture – the plan is to take out the good stuff, ship it to the population centers, make a fortune, and leave behind a mess.”
Vermont probably has suffered less from extractive economy than many other rural places. But it still happens. Locals get angry and frustrated when a rich flatlander clear cuts a beautiful hillside to build an enormous house. It may seem like a small thing but when ‘leaf-peepers’ drive big tourism dollars in the fall to look at these beautiful hillsides, it’s not as trivial as it initially sounds. But reliance on tourism is the conundrum of our state; we want people to visit and appreciate all the wonderful things our state has to offer but we don’t want these same people to actually move to Vermont. People say that possession is 9/10ths of the law, but do ‘real’ Vermonters have more of a right to live in Vermont than anyone else? Does our mistrust of outsiders stem from historical abuses as Kingsolver proposes? Can rural people protect their interests and remain open to outsiders?
I found this piece while looking through the internet archives for found footage. (I’m thinking that maybe i could incorporate manifest destiny expansionism into ‘Real’ Vermonters.) Please note this is not my piece. It was made by producers at blip.tv and is under creative commons licensing.
Several years ago my father started a tradition of hiking Mt. Washington on his birthday, May 10th. Conditions have varied wildly from tank top weather to full blown winter. This year we sported hats and mittens but the scenery was beautiful and hike a success. This video is a simple collage of our photographs and footage from May 10th, 2010.
Mark your calendars! The schedule for the Boston International Film Festival is now up. I love children, but . . . will screen on Tuesday April 20th at 3pm at the Loews/AMC on Boston Common. My film will open for Subprime, a documentary feature about the mortgage crisis (session 18.)
I love children, but . . . will screen at the Boston International Film Festival! This festival takes place April 16th-25th at the Loews/AMC in Boston. More details to follow!