Agriculture, Cooperative -- Fiction; Country life -- Fiction; Farmers -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
Holt had a catchy way of talking and always succeeded in putting the
crowd into good humor and also in throwing a glamour of romance over
everything. We couldn’t have had a better man.
But as I said, the greatest good of these meetings came in the
community idea which was fostered. Associating here week after week
for a common purpose we began to feel friendly and intimate with
one another. Farmers are naturally an independent lot and the worse
farmers they are the more independent they are apt to be. Lack of
success instead of humbling them makes them even cockier, as it does
for that matter with people in any walk of life who have any backbone.
They find plenty of excuse for their failure outside themselves.
Newspapers and muckraking magazine articles and politicians furnish
them with arguments enough to explain how they are being robbed and
abused. These things sink in deep among farmers when they sink in at
all, because they have time to think them over and digest them. But it
sinks into them as individuals and not as a body. The result is that
not only do they become suspicious of the outside world but suspicious
of one another. It makes them even more pronounced separate units.
Up to a certain point this is not only a good thing but the best
possible thing. It has preserved their individuality. Organization
after organization has tried to herd them together and reduce them
to a mere class so as to drive them in one direction for their own
selfish ends, but happily without result. They won’t be driven. Even
the organizations which have had a less sordid interest in the task
have failed to hold them together for any length of time, which in my
opinion has saved them from being swallowed up.
But this independence is carried to extremes in the smaller communities
and it was so in our town. Every man was suspicious of his neighbor.
Though engaged in the same work and with many interests in common every
man felt himself a competitor, not with the outside world, but with
his nearest neighbor. They wouldn’t pull together on anything.
We didn’t overcome this feeling in a minute but we did accomplish a lot
towards it even during this first summer. In a way this prize system
might be expected to increase individual competition, but even to the
end of winning the prizes we forced everyone to work together which
more than made up.
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