04/02/2010
Maine–The Way Life Should Be
This is one of the first signs visitors see as they cross the Piscataqua River from New Hampshire on the turnpike. It looks like an outright boast, but is it? What are we talking about anyway? Ask any Mainer what is meant by this claim and you will get a different answer. Some will talk about the outdoor lifestyle; fishing, farming, or working in the woods. Some will bring up the scenery that is never in short supply. Some will equate the lifestyle with the winter experience and the special feeling of living just a little closer to the edge of survival. Many who move here find it romantic to find themselves a mile from the nearest plowed road in the winter. In a few years the same folks become weary of the struggle and head for home.
To me, “the way life should be” means to preserve the good stuff. This is the first place I’ve lived in which the rate of commercial development is balanced by the return of old buildings into the earth. Where abandoned ramshackle houses are allowed to slowly settle into a pile of boards. Where all that remains of cleared farmland is a rock wall surrounding a forest. I can’t quite explain why this is a comfort to me. Maybe I like to think that other places may cleanse themselves like this some day.
The phrase also speaks to our way of getting along; the easy combination of respecting privacy and looking out for one another. Leaving doors unlocked, going to town meeting where citizens vote for the yearly budget by arguing for hours and then holding up colored cards while the town manager counts . Our antiquated democracy where we are represented by “Selectman and Overseer of the Poor”. How cool is that?
Yet Maine is not without problems. We don’t value education enough. Our public colleges are inadequate. Many people are poor and isolated. But maybe that’s why the forces of development and growth have passed us by, why the old buildings are allowed to tumble into the ground, and why this recession in Maine is not the shocker it is elsewhere. We make do, we can always dig a few clams, cut our own firewood and spin a yarn or two. When civilization crumbles Mainers stand a better chance of surviving. It’s all about renewal. I can say this no better than Bill Caldwell, author of Islands of Maine:
Stand on a Maine island alone and feel the awesome glory of rock, soil sky, sea. On a peacock day in summer, these islands, more than most places on earth, can give world-strained mankind the healing balm of natural peace.
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