I think the answer is reflective of a truth about communities such as this- passionate people put in a lot of work to develop something they love, something that is important to them and that positively influences the community they chose to live in. Vermont Vaudeville brings people together to entertain but also to share and to encourage joy- of pursuing passions, of knowing your neighbors, of supporting local businesses. It is a celebration of the innumerable and sometimes intangible benefits of a strong community, a community that strengthens itself through efforts like this.
I spend the weekend laughing with family, friends, friends to be; recharging batteries I sometimes forget need charging in the chaos and routine of my normal life. The show itself is exceptional as a reason in and of itself to come, and also a great excuse to visit my own family and friends- to go to dinner before the show and hear stories about sailing from my Dad, and to stay up late afterwards trading tales around the kitchen table with Brent and Maya, with Snap Boogie the popper-locker and Hilby the Skinny German Juggle Boy. Part of the magic of this show is sharing it.
Keep an eye out for more from them at their website- www.vermontvaudeville.com
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(Earlier)
Driving up the dirt hill that leads to their house I am giddy and happy, sunshine drunk. My arm hangs out the window, the light is warm and the breeze smells like pine trees. A place like this gets into your bones, resonates deep inside of you. A place where coming to visit feels like coming home. The paint on the houses in this area is peeling and faded, wind worn and scratched like tree bark. People’s faces are rich and often furry, full of years of sunshine and weather, line etchings of hard winters and soft breezes, of a life spent outdoors surrounded by beauty. You can hear the birds chirp overhead and the rocks rumble under the tires, brooks gurgle on the side of the road and leaves rustle quiet songs amongst the trees.
A note about the title of today’s post: At a farmers’ market in Burlington I was intrigued by a poem in front of a lemonade stand of the same title: “No Vermonters in Heaven.” You can read the whole thing here, the gist of it is that a lot of Vermonters give heaven a try, but the green mountains are just too beautiful and they end up going back. I can relate.
Excerpt below:
“We give them the best the Kingdom provides;
They have everything here that they want,
But not a Vermonter in Heaven abides;
A very brief period here he resides,
Then hikes his way back to Vermont.”Ernest F. Johnstone, 1915