My friend, Vick, bought a farm in rural Eastern Tennessee, and then another one and before long he was buying and selling property in the mountains for a living. He is presently living near a little town called Sneedville, a modern day Mayberry. It is the county seat of Hancock County with 6000 residents according to the local motel owner. The town itself has about 1200 people. Research of 2000 and 2005 census information gernerally supports these figures.
For several years Vick had his wife, Dianne, had invited me to come and visit. I found some discount airline tickets and made plans. A few weeks later I was in some of the most beautiful mountains I have ever seen. The local farmers, they are almost all farmers, cannot figure out why anyone would want to build a house on a mountain top. They value the bottom land, rich and fertile, to grow things on. The 20 mile views from the tops of the mountains are a common thing to them. It’s just where they live.
Everyone I spoke with in Sneedville prided themselves in being from a place that doesn’t change. They distrust the outside world. Many of the locals are convinced my friend, Vick, is from the Mafia. Vick has a strong New England accent that could almost be mistaken for a New York accent. One day, while re-fueling the truck in town, I asked the clerk if she could break a one hundred dollar bill. She replied it would be no problem and then she sighted Vick. She took the bill, looked at it and handed it back to me and said, “This is stolen money, I can’t take it.” She tried to make up a story about an ink mark on the bill and then with her mind obviously made up, she said, “All I can tell you is this is stolen, and just get it out of this county.”
The local churches take tradition to a whole new level. One kind pastor I met requires that long dresses be worn by the ladies and the men must wear long sleeve shirts with white tee shirts underneath. Why? So the men’s nipples won’t show through the shirt. As they cling tightly to strict holiness tradition, their teens and young adults are becoming meth addicts and dying. One local told me, “We don’t go for that new-fangled religion around here.” In the same breath he went on to share the problem of teen drug addiction in their county. He just couldn’t connect the dots. If you attend church in Hancock County, you’d better bring some conservative clothing and a King James Bible.
We had breakfast at Hardee’s with Junior, the local constable and Sneedville equivilant to Andy Taylor. Twelve to twenty farmers gather there each morning for biscuits and gravy and to talk. Things whispered in the ear can travel with lightening speed through the rural community.
Many of the farms go back multiple generations in the same family. One man described the impact of the recession on the locals like this, “No one told the milk cow that the economy was slow, no one told the chickens that the economy was slow, no one told the garden that the economy was slow.” They barely notice the recession because they live independently as they always have and as their fathers and grandfathers did. We can learn something from the farmers about focusing on the tasks at hand and not letting the media and circumstances dictate our world view.
It takes time to win the trust of mountain people. They don’t warm up right away. In years past, peddlers would come through the mountains and many of them were swindlers and con artists. Over time, they learned to keep outsiders at arms length. It’s not that they are unfriendly. They are very friendly and welcoming, but there is a huge difference between friendliness and being a trusted friend. But, if you have the time, they will open the door a little at a time to let you in.
My week in “Mayberry” was relaxing and a step back in time to a place where people still wave at the other vehicles going by and are never too busy to stop and talk. There are things I learned from the mountain people (positive and negative) that will enrich my future. But, there are also things that they can learn from me. In a strange kind of way I realized that as citizens of this world, we all need one another and we are never independent of one another. Here are 7 things I learned during my time with the mountain people:
1. Do what you know and do it well.
2. Don’t allow fear and distrust of the unknown rob you of your future.
3. Tradition makes a great conversation piece but a cruel taskmaster.
4. Don’t allow the media and economic conditions to dictate your world view.
5. Never get too busy to stop and talk to people. People are more important than our schedules.
6. Stay connected with your community.
7. Never lose the ability to dream and to change. Never allow the beauty of the mountain top to become a common thing.