pokynojoe wrote: I guess you could say I am from everywhere and nowhere.
A true American! We're all descended from immigrants.
Changes come to us all, I guess. I'm sure glad I live in this one stoplight county (the least populated in all NC ... around 4500 folks) ... still lots of open land, big water, vast woodlands, clear horizons and black nights here ... but I wonder what will become of it in the future.
Our situation has become rather strange, I guess. I still can and often do buy gas, get hardware, do banking, shop for groceries, have my car fixed, buy a meal or purchase building supplies from independent business owners that I know personally. Many of them are my friends ... but the only reason they're still in business is because we're so far from any urban center (two hours in any direction).
That geographical isolation has been our salvation so far ... but now a high-speed, limited access four-lane highway cuts across our county like an ugly asphalt scar ... and because it is an artery, it will pump transformation our way ... slowly, perhaps, but inevitably.
That road isn't about us; never was. It's for the tourist trade on the Banks. All we are to that region is a potential bedroom community for it's servants.
Changes have come of late; more in the last ten years than in the prior fifty ... and they'll keep coming ... and you're right:
the dollar calls the tune, and people do the dance.
That's especially true when locals sell off their inherited landholdings to developers from elsewhere, who develop it for people from elsewhere ... who can see what a good thing we've really got around here, and hasten to take advantage of it. Who can blame them?
Too few natives value the land for it's own sake nowadays; for a little transitory cash they quickly sacrifice the one thing that can endure the generations ... if people value it more than money. Used to be folks did cherish their land above all else. Most don't anymore. Lots of times, no sooner does granddaddy or daddy pass away than the real estate signs go up. Or, because the handwriting on the wall is all too evident, granddaddy or daddy sell it themselves because they know it will be gone the minute their kids get the deed.
The result of this unprecedented rural land transfer from the hands of locals to the hands of developers is painfully evident.
When locals complain about the loss of culture and flavor that has so recently accelerated, I cannot help but say that it isn't outside influences that are to blame ... it's compromised local values that are responsible ... at least around here.
A hard truth ... but truth nonetheless.
There seems to be a new creed in rural America:
Dollars and dimes!
Dollars and dimes!
To be without money is the worst of all crimes!
To get lots of cash, and keep all you can
Is the first and the highest and whole duty of man.
Dimes and dollars,
dollars and dimes!
An empty pocket is the worst of crimes!
Gotta get money ... we'll sell the farm;
Put the signs up; go sound the alarm:
Let the bidding start! Who'll see me higher?
My soul's for sale; will you be the buyer?
Dollars and dimes,
Dollars and dimes ...
To be without money is the worst of all crimes.