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Originally Posted by njbchbum
There may be some who try to take advantage of tourists - but we are talking about Vermonters - and they are a kind and charitable group of their own ilk. Have spent much time visiting Vermont and I know from personal experience that they are friendly and welcoming and not adverse to what you describe as 'inconvenience' when it comes to helping someone. Fact - the folks I have come to know there are every bit as genuine as our senior citizen.
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Appreciate that.......the feeling is mutual. You've traveled a lot and understand the differences in many regions, thus having a frame of reference and judgement......."the faculty of being able to make critical distinctions and achieve a balanced viewpoint; discernment"......and I thank you for your intelligent posts.
When we first came to Vermont in 1970, from N.J., it was truly a "different world".
Our "inlaws" in Jersey told us we were not living in the "real world". I think they were jealous as they'd drive up every weekend to stay with us. Go figure. I felt like I was running a hotel...first with a two year old and soon with a new baby......plus every weekend a house full of guests.
The native Vermonters were not as talkative as our birth state's residents; they'd size you up silently. Back then they lived very simple lives and were very self sufficient as far as providing their own food (whether through gardening, hunting, fishing, etc.) and the gatherings we attended were definitely not akin to what we left behind in N.J. We adjusted.
There was no Jewish deli or Italian restaurant.....just plain and simple food at the A&P. There was no Chinese take out restaurant. I went to church in a dress and heels and soon realized the rest wore hunting jackets, wool plaids and jeans. We adjusted. I kept two wardrobes for my children....one to wear in Vermont and one for visiting N.J.
We adjusted and soon enough learned that our adopted neighbors were indeed the salt of the earth and as you say, friendly (in their own quiet ways). This is why Vermont always drew us back "like a magnet" on the two occasions we briefly left. It was "home".
Our own children were truly raised in a "Leave it to Beaver" kind of small town atmosphere and home life.......totally alien from our city childhoods.
A Vermonter's handshake means something. Their "word" means something. They do not intrude on their neighbors lives.......that's for sure........but they are there when and if they are needed. We truly miss all of our dear departed Vermont friends and neighbors. The end of a wonderful era.
You don't have to "sign a contract" or give a deposit prior to having work done. A hand shake is enough. When we returned from Florida twenty years ago, our car passed with that of our Town Selectmen, a longtime neighbor of ours........he rolled down his window and welcomed us back, had heard it through the grapevine.....didn't demean us for leaving or returning and said he would just put our names BACK ON THE TOWN VOTING LIST. We didn't even have to go down to the town hall in person. Definitely a simpler life.
Aside to Villages PL......yes, I'm sure the ones providing lodging for the stranded motorists/tourists to Vermont when there was "no room at the inn", were doing it for extra money...........as they needed that extra cash , no doubt, to pay their winter heating bills or pay their property taxes. No ulterior motives.
Some were just more hospitable and enjoyed hosting. Vermont was not a "smokestack industry" kind of state, so if you weren't a dairy farmer, sweater mill worker, apple orchard owner, teacher or in health care, artisan, merchant, jobs were scarce. Not only did they take in "guests" but they tapped the maple trees and did seasonal type chores to get extra money for their families.
This may sound weird nowadays, but back in 1973, after we had spent one year on Florida's east coast, missing the four seasons, the apples, the crisp autumn weather, etc........and the SNOW.......believe it or not, we decided to move back to Vermont.........my husband traveled back and was going to scout out Chelsea, Vermont a place we had just read about in "Vermont Life Magazine"......while I stayed behind as our daughter was in kindergarten at Patrick Air Force Base in Satellite Beach Florida and our son was a toddler.
(Once our kids were in school, from first grade through high school graduation, plus University of Vermont, we stayed put in the same Vermont neighborhood).
Anyone who has been to central Vermont knows that there are very few places to stay as far as motels, lodging, etc. This goes for our state capital as well; only a handful of motels and when they are filled for sporting events, graduations, etc. there is no place to stay...........unless one had planned ahead. Thus, nowadays, the huge influx of monster bus R.V.'s on our narrow winding country roads.
The rest of the state is not much different, unless one is visiting Burlington where the university is. Even now, rooms are scarce in our town of 16,000 population. It never changes; the 16,000. Our educated kids leave for the cities and out west; the newcomers come to replace them.
Getting back to husband's trip to rural Vermont, since the 1970's are a long long time ago.........I don't recall how he was put in contact with this elderly woman, but he was........she offered him a room in her home in Randolph Vermont (home of Vermont Technical College).......Randolph is a tiny town we'd pass through enroute to Northfield, Vermont where Norwich University is.......I recall it had a great Ben Franklin (five and dime type store)......very quaint. Very very quaint. Florida doesn't do quaint like Vermont does.
Anyway, when he returned back to Florida and us.........he was so impressed with the hospitality of this old Vermont lady........she served him dinner every night and included a few of her old lady friends, who thoroughly enjoyed having the company of a young "late 20's" male guest in the house. He was clean cut, well dressed and didn't look like "Jack the Ripper". He was there to look at real estate, so out of the house during the day.
One dinnertime she served him artichokes as an appetizer course (in her lovely Victorian dining room) which he didn't have a clue how to eat........she showed him. Not sure if her instructions came in handy later in life, as I've never prepared artichokes.
Now, here was a single widowed elderly lady, living alone, and she wasn't afraid of my husband. Obviously, times were different back in the decade of the 70's. Vermont was different. It remained safe and idyllic for many decades.........only most recently getting this "drug lord stuff" coming up from the cities. Since profiling is illegal, I will not go into detail on "WHO" is bringing the drugs up to Vermont nowadays. So, the constant snide remarks about Vermont are ill called for. Our "problems" are all NEW and very alien to the type of "lifestyle" we had grown accustomed to....
My mother and stepfather even moved up from N.J. to retire in our town and when my mom would get home from a senior citizen center bus trip she'd see our monument and always tell me, "I am so happy to be back in GOD'S COUNTRY". She loved Vermont and was able to be independent and safe up into her mid 80's, passing at 91 , after living with us for a long time due to her Alzheimers, and at rest forever in her beloved Green Mountain "adopted" state. Ditto for my stepfather. They have a panoramic view of the Green Mountains from their resting places; a country cemetery.
When we go to the cemetery to clean their grave, we see all of our neighbors and friends and the long time Vermont residents born and bred here. There is a sense of continuity up here. We truly grew to respect the simple ways of the native Vermonter. New Hampshire folks and Maniacs are much the same.
Ditto for across the border in New York state.
The Chamber of Commerce would place a notice in our daily newspaper, asking if anyone would be willing to host stranded tourists for the Columbus Day weekend in October, as our few motels would fill up very quickly.
Whatever "method of checking out these people" that the Chamber did.......I do not know. But, I think they could discern a normal family or couple "leep peeping" vs. dangerous criminal types, which never even entered someone's thoughts in those days..........
One of our young neighbors back then, whose mom was a child model for Norman Rockwell, illustrator, who had a studio in Arlington, Vermont......would tell me how her parents, once the five kids were gone......would open their big farmhouse to these "leef peepers" and I never heard of them being afraid or bothered. The gentleman is a great "historian of Vermont lore and history" and former town council member.........our friend's parents enjoyed hosting the "tourists to Vermont". Nothing fancy. Just a typical Vermont farmhouse.
Sometimes, hikers on the Appalachian Trail , passing through Vermont, also get "taken in" if weather is inclement.
We don't have a lot of "nightlife" or exciting things up here, such as Disney World, so those who toured Vermont, for the most part, either wanted to experience the beauty of the mountains and fall foliage or in other seasons, to have a peaceful "escape" from the cities.
After 911, many flocked up here from the N.Y. Metro area to relocate and raise their families.
Alas, times have changed.........and everyone now should be careful and diligent in discerning what strangers they might let enter their homes........no matter where they live.
Vermont was a GREAT PEACEFUL BEAUTIFUL STATE in which to raise our family and we have lived here for 44+ years......most of it in the same neighborhood at the top of the hill on the outskirts of town next to the apple orchards with mountain views surrounding us and out our front windows.
As anyone ages, their old bones and joints crave the warmth and the sunshine........and since Florida was our chosen vacation state for most of our 48 years of marriage, we have explored it from coast to coast and up and down..........and chosen it for our final destination, even though we moved to Florida twice, once at age 27 and last time at age 49 once our kids were out of college and married....but had our new "baby", my mom, in tow. Long story.
Now the time is right. Life is what happens when you are making other plans.
But still, we do have a loyalty to our adopted State of Vermont, having enjoyed it for 44+ years out of 68 and do not care to hear it maligned....or my statements taken out of context.......if truth be told. If I can "read between the lines" and discern what people are meaning to say.....I can't see why my words are often misconstrued.
No place is perfect. But there is a perfect place for various stages of our lives. No matter where we come from. Diversity enriches one's perspective on life and believe it or not, the city mouse can learn to appreciate the country mouse's way of life.
My understanding of all the interesting intelligent posters on this TOTV is that they are "coming from their own life perspective of the way things are or could be". I find all of the varying viewpoints most interesting to read and ponder. Everyone's opinion is valuable. Or should be.
Nothing is cast in stone. Non residents' comments shouldn't be misconstrued, even if only by a "very few". I do get a laugh out of the ones who tell us not to come. Very territorial.
Everyone has been a "stranger in a strange land" at one time or another.
Imagine the feeling if the local residents told them "not to come" or "to go back"....
Or couched their hidden meanings in cryptic writings....
However, the kindhearted ones who are authentically kind and genuine, surely outweigh the very few who are not. This pertains to all of life. Not just TOTV.
It is not hard to discern the truly genuine and authentic souls.
The Villagers we met in person were all wonderful and kind people; no doubt they never posted on this site.....or perhaps even heard of it. Everyone seemed contented. We had a very warm safe feeling during our month + visit as "strangers in a strange land". We have chosen to stay.
God willing .........based on if our home sells, that is.
We have tons of snow on top of ice on top of snow........pretty...a true winter wonderland.......but thinking spring. Happy holidays to all.............
...........and to all a good night.