Saturday, December 17, 2005
Thoughts on Community
Is a community simply a synonym for village, town, city, or other area in geographic space, such as Lanesville, where I grew up? Or is a community a group of people with something in common, such as the place where they live, religious beliefs or sexual orientation.
Does a community emerge whenever a group of people have something in common? For example, is a group of people who go to the same New Year's Eve party or concert a community? What distinquishes a community from a mob or ad hoc gathering? When does a group of people with something in common become a community?
As a child, through the choices and ethnic backgrounds of my parents, I became a member of the Lanesville community, the local Lutheran Church community, and the Finnish-American community, which, for me, were communities bounded in physical, personal, and social space, with their own different and shared histories. My home was in Lanesville; I went to school in Lanesville; I went to church in Lanesville; I visited relatives in Lanesville and adjoining Pigeon Cove; I played with friends in Lanesville; I bought things at stores in Lanesville; and I fished, swam, skated, and more in Lanesville. Lanesville was a very important place for my first-generation American father and mother because it rooted them in multiple overlapping and supporting communities. That reminds me of a poem that I read years ago, which was written by a Swedish or Finnish immigrant, and when translated into English is, "A Tree That Only Leafs." The poem describes a tree that produces leaves; however, it lacks roots, which is probably how many immigrants, like my Finnish grandparents, felt. They survived and seemed to thrive in their new place; however, they never felt rooted, rooted in community(ies).
Does a community emerge whenever a group of people have something in common? For example, is a group of people who go to the same New Year's Eve party or concert a community? What distinquishes a community from a mob or ad hoc gathering? When does a group of people with something in common become a community?
As a child, through the choices and ethnic backgrounds of my parents, I became a member of the Lanesville community, the local Lutheran Church community, and the Finnish-American community, which, for me, were communities bounded in physical, personal, and social space, with their own different and shared histories. My home was in Lanesville; I went to school in Lanesville; I went to church in Lanesville; I visited relatives in Lanesville and adjoining Pigeon Cove; I played with friends in Lanesville; I bought things at stores in Lanesville; and I fished, swam, skated, and more in Lanesville. Lanesville was a very important place for my first-generation American father and mother because it rooted them in multiple overlapping and supporting communities. That reminds me of a poem that I read years ago, which was written by a Swedish or Finnish immigrant, and when translated into English is, "A Tree That Only Leafs." The poem describes a tree that produces leaves; however, it lacks roots, which is probably how many immigrants, like my Finnish grandparents, felt. They survived and seemed to thrive in their new place; however, they never felt rooted, rooted in community(ies).
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Sunshine,
I recently moved to Lanesville and have found it a unique and engaging community. It has deep roots and a rich history. It is isolated enough to prevent widespread growth, so it maintains the charm of a past time--no modern stores, an old post office, a beautiful cove populated by lobster boats and long silent water filled granite quarries. I meet people who are fifth generation Lanesville residents, people who lived her in atee pee in the 1960's, who are decendents of the amazing artist community that made up this community in the 20th century.
I actually grew up in Pinellas county. When I return these days, I find little sense of community probably because of the tremendous growth over the last 40 years. Maybe many Floridians are first generation immigrants (from other states)--or maybe our modern life limits our ability to develop strong communities, I'm not sure.
Anyway, today I find Lanesville a unique place to live and I feel fortunate to have ended up here.
On the Cove
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I recently moved to Lanesville and have found it a unique and engaging community. It has deep roots and a rich history. It is isolated enough to prevent widespread growth, so it maintains the charm of a past time--no modern stores, an old post office, a beautiful cove populated by lobster boats and long silent water filled granite quarries. I meet people who are fifth generation Lanesville residents, people who lived her in atee pee in the 1960's, who are decendents of the amazing artist community that made up this community in the 20th century.
I actually grew up in Pinellas county. When I return these days, I find little sense of community probably because of the tremendous growth over the last 40 years. Maybe many Floridians are first generation immigrants (from other states)--or maybe our modern life limits our ability to develop strong communities, I'm not sure.
Anyway, today I find Lanesville a unique place to live and I feel fortunate to have ended up here.
On the Cove
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