Howdy, ya'll. Uncle and me been roamin' about the backroads on the way to and from the mountains.
Ya'll wanna come along??
First thang is that we's takin' a trip in two ways--in time and through current backroad "culture of resistance". Resistance to modernism run amok, so as a body cain't hardly digest what they's seein'.
"I doan wanna follow this concrete hell no more Belle! Looky on the map an' figger whar' ter git out in some natural countryside--I cain't take the road rage!" said Uncle. So we stopped in a little town in backside o' east Georgia whar' they's a few thangs that remain of the time before we'uns got so dern weary of plasticized simulacra.
Mostly it's Boomers who's opting out of the RAT RACE for a more HUMAN PACE
These folks know they've
Round heah, we found folks was interested in modern convenience but not modern insanity...so they's a buildin' wif' an eye to a new/ old way of livin'.
They's makin' time fer the real thangs of life...'course the modern technology of wirelessness makes much of this new style liberation possible... Ev'rbody we talked wif' was enthusiastic:
They live close enough to bigger cities, but they feel "more in control of life" in these outposts that are springin' up in little hamlets whar' one can enjoy growin' dallias or watchin' fer hummingbirds.
Natch'erly, this sorta life takes some gumption to arrange--ya'll, some folks tole' us they jes' up and left--yep--it's a "take this job and shove it..." sorta thang, and wonder of wonder, some bosses said, "Ok,OK! C'mon in ter the city office onc't a week, and work from out theah meanwhile iffin' ya wanna". An accountant who works from a computer desk overlookin' his creekside fishin' dock, goes city-side only on Thursday to meet cients. An architect who set up shop in an ole' mill whar' he and his springer spaniel welcome clients, whar' he can showcase his talents..and shure 'nuf, folks come ter him; his work bein' unique and much sought after.
But others had ter leave all behind an' start over--gutsy or last bid ter save sanity, but it worked! Why, some filled dreams and needs all at once--they saw a spot for upscale cuisine in a backwater charmer of 1200 souls and opened a four table bistro take-out; or they realised they could supply tony city restaurants wif' homegrown herbs and berries...and since life is less pricey they's finding it works out pretty fair. A single forty-something lady sold her city condo ter raise money fer a two acre patch wif a bungalow in a crossroad village 80 miles from her old job. Now she's researchin' marketing trends on a consultin' basis and "ain't missed a meal yet." See? mah point is I'se takin' note that a "culture of resistance" ia growin'.
Thang is some folks still thainks that country livin' is on an estate or primitive:
But it doan have ter be --a cottage in the country today can have satellite connections and baby goats too (fer makin' artisan cheeses and sellin' to the la-di-dahs.)
We meandered all around...met some hilarious critters (these here thangs will spit at'cha!!) and wish't more of us'uns would "opt out" in some intelligent return ter the pace of yesteryear...
Mayhap a sunflower festival here and bluegrass hoe-down there is jes' what we need to restore some of what we seem ter have lost sight of these days. A space/place whar' folks really does know they neighbors, have a sense of connection to land...well, ya'll knows I'se a "Fugitive Agrarian" and doan it seema good chunk of the rest of the country seein' that too? I see we is changin'--I'se real hopeful too.
What would be our dream life--still workin' but in what environment? What sorta community? Whar' does ya wanna make a contribution, put down some roots? Seems ter Aunty Belle that the best of Southern Writers knew that a sense of place was the hidden key ter havin' some happiness take root. What would the culture look like in a generation if we could jes' find the courage to follow the path of our inner life an' see whar' it takes us?
Posted by Aunty Belle at 6:57 AM