For the most part, that
second winter must have passed without incident, or else I was too
busy to write about it, Lacking a record, I can only think that I was able to
work in the woods a good part of the time, as the weather was less rugged than
the previous year. I had no desire to do this kind of work again in the summer. Our day-to-day living had
settled pretty much into routine, but with too much to do for it to become monotonous.
A trip to the village or a visit with friends gave us an occasional break.
Then on the first Tuesday of March we had, our
initiation into that good old New England custom, the annual, town meeting.
This was hold for many years in Cavendish village in the town hall, 'a
converted church with a stage, a balcony,
and high arched windows; lighting a not very large room in which sixty or so
deacon-style benches provided for the early comers, Most of the ladies were
there in time to find seats, but always
the rear of the hall was crowded with standing men', mostly in working clothes
and boots as they had come from the shops and woods. Thing were run by the moderator from his place
behind a lectern on the stage, with the town clerk keeping record of
proceedings at a table beside him. For some reason the selectmen preferred to
sit on the first bench against the left-hand
windows, facing the room but below the stage.
In a rear corner some of the
women representing one of the clubs had a table with coffee and sandwiches for
sale. A ballot box on the edge of the stage, for use only if someone called for
a vote by ballot, completed the furnishing. That was before the days of the
"Australian Ballot" requiring more formal voting in booths set up
along the right-held wall: to be eligible, people's names now have to appear on
the "check list" which is presided over by clerks at tables on the
way to the booths. This doubtless is more practical but it isn't as much fun.
The meeting was announced
well in advance by the "Warning," which gave time and place and
listed the Articles, which were to be acted upon. "To see if the town will
vote...." was the phrase used. This document was posted in prominent
places and was published in the town report. The latter supposedly gave a
resume of the towns business, vital statistics etc. for the past year; gotten
up by the auditors, it sometimes was comprehensible to no one else.
Punctually at ten o'clock the
moderator hammered on .his lectern and called the mooting to order, and from
then on almost anything could happen. People took their town politics very
seriously, and, while I never knew of an actual fight, there were some pretty
bitter exchanges generally forgotten when it was all over. Town officers had
to be nominated and elected (usually there was good competition) and then
money voted to pay for the various town expenses, Those always included appropriations
for Memorial Day and for the town libraries (one in each village naturally.)
The progress and orderliness of proceedings depended upon the moderator, who
perforce must he a man acquainted with the people, knowledgeable in parliamentary
procedure, and of the best standing. I believe there have been only two in our
time.
Doing all the voting from the
floor, often with one article requiring several votes, not to mention the
explanations and arguments, town business generally took until noon and
sometimes longer. Then there was a recess, during which the lunch table did big
business. After the town was thru, the town school district (as
distinct from an Independent School District in Cavendish village,- the
Duttonsville district) held its meeting. Altogether it resulted in a
long-drawn-out affair. A great deal of what went on was next to
incomprehensible to the novice, and Isabel and I left with the feeling that
much could be done differently! In years to come we had our chance to try.
With that out of the way of
the way, sugaring came on the •scene, There were years when the sap ran
earlier, 'but not often. It depended to a large extent upon the location of the
sugar bush, which varied from farm to farm, , Those' balmy days following 'frosty
nights4 required to make the sap run,
never could be determined in
advance, and sometimes boiling continued into April. Always there were
interruptions, either by a freeze or snow or rain; buckets might be out for six
weeks or longer but with gathering possible perhaps only half of the time. The
operation commenced with the tapping of the desired number of trees,- boring a
hole with brace and bit for the spout, which was equipped with a hook, and
hanging anywhere from our twenty buckets or so up to perhaps a thousand. Two or
three hundred was quite a lot to handle. They had to be visited at least daily
while the sap was running, collecting in a larger bush being generally done
with a horse-=drawn sled on which a sizable tank was mounted. It took a good
team t o break a path thru the deep snow. Of course we collected ours by hand
in oversize buckets, generally requiring snowshoes. Sometimes when sap did not
run for a while the process of tapping and hanging the buckets had to be done
all over again, the original tap-holes apparently having begun to heal. In any
event, the buckets had to be kept clean.
The tankful of sap was hauled
to the sugarhouse, which as a rule, was located not far from the farmhouse.
Here the sweetish liquid-about the viscosity and color water-was emptied into a
much larger storage tank connected with the boiling apparatus. This consisted
of a very large-perhaps as much as four by six feet—compartmented pan or
evaporator into one end of which the sap was fed thru a pipe (or perhaps dumped
from a can). The pan rested on an “arch” (I would have called it a furnace)
made usually of brick with large iron doors thru which unbelievable quantities
of fuel were fed to produce a roaring blaze. Here is where all the scrap wood,
old tires, and other combustibles were accumulated during the preceding year to
augment the cordwood supply. The compartments of the pan were designed with
openings thru which the sap would flow as it boiled down, from one end to the
other, gradually becoming thicker. When it reached the proper consistency it
was ladled or drawn off into gallon cans, which were closed and sealed hot. In
the old days consistency and color were a matter of judgment on the part of the
maker and hence tended to vary considerably, but by our time more accurate
grading was beginning to be required both by range of color and by weight,
which was determined by a hydrometer and was supposed to be pounds for a legal
gallon of syrup. As I have mentioned, the first or fancy grade is quite pale.
To make hard sugar requires
considerably longer boiling than does syrup. Local practice has been to make
quite a quantity of "soft sugar" which, when packed in small
covered pails (lard pails are fine), can be spooned out as wanted, This
is easily melted or, if desired, cooked
down further to make real sugar. But it is apt to be rather dark.
There always has been a good
demand for quality syrup, and so it was that many thrifty farmers made use of
what otherwise might have been idle time to increase their income. It also put
their teams to use. But it was not all gravy, Equipment is expensive and has to
be maintained; a good supply of fuel is essential;, and when the sap is running
there is a lot of hard work and long hours, often extending far into the night.
Then there is the business of marketing whatever the family does not
want to keep for its own use. In this respect Isabel was of help to both
neighbors and ourselves; acting as middleman she managed to sell quite a bit.
Town Meeting Today: Did you know that in 1912, women did not participate in town meeting? That year the Sunshine Society decided to
offer a luncheon, “...Some of the old guard among the men grumbled at the
intrusion and would have none of it. A compromise was effected wherein the
ladies might spread their luncheon in the gallery if they would screen off
their view of the men below. But that first meal was enough to make the
Sunshine dinner welcome at every Town Meeting since.”
The biggest change from 1912
to 1934, when the Thiemann’s first attended town meeting, was that women could vote. However, significant changes have continued to occur with the most
recent being in 2009.
Since its inception, Vermont
has had a tradition of secret hand written balloting, and by 1832, Vermont had
printed ballots. At the end of the 19th
century, Vermont had adopted the “Australian Ballot” to distinguish voting by a secret ballot
as opposed to a face-to-face town meeting
In Tiemann’s era, Town
Meeting was held in what is today the Cavendish Historical Society Museum.
Today’s Cavendish Town Meeting, held in the multi purpose room at the Cavendish
Town Elementary School, is no longer a
day affair but takes place the Monday night before Vermont’s Town Meeting Day,
which is the first Tuesday in March. That means in some years, it occurs in February. While the town budget is still discussed and voted on
at town meeting, in 2009, the voters elected to have the school budget voted on
by Australian Ballot. Starting in 2010, the school portion of the evening still
takes place, but it is informational only.
Solzhenitsyn addressing Cavendish Town Meeting 1977 |
Cavendish Town Meetings have
taken on a life of their own. It was here in 1977, that Nobel Laureate and Cavendish
resident Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn explained to the community about his need for
privacy. He appeared again in 1994, just before his return to Russia, to thank
the community for their cooperation in giving him the space, privacy and
freedom to write.
In more recent years, town
meeting is when awards are given to community members and groups who have made
significant contributions to the community. While comments are often made each
year about whether town meeting is needed and “shouldn’t the town budget be voted
on by Australian Ballot,” it is a unique tradition then is more than just
voting up or down on a particular item. It is a forum for discussion, as well
as chance to catch up with neighbors and friends.
For another perspective on Vermont's Town Meeting, check out this article in The Economist.
For another perspective on Vermont's Town Meeting, check out this article in The Economist.
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