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COLD WEATHER, HARD STATE

(Peter Miller is a photographer and author who recently published A Lifetime of Vermont People, a collection of photos and stories on rural Vermonters created over the past 63 years. He is 80 years old and lives in Colbyville, Vermont. This was first sent out on 27 March to Vermont Digger, which they are publishing today)
 

 

Cold penetrates my neck, creeps down my backbone, seeps into my limbs…cold…I am cold…my arms …fingers…toes.

         Thirty days of below zero weather since December, not counting March…another eight—ten? I wear socks, flannel pajamas and sometimes a sweater when I slip under the wool blanket and duvet in my unheated bedroom. Like so many others in this state, my house is frigid as I cannot afford to keep the thermostat above 60 and I turn it down at night, and then make sure the faucets are dripping. Yes, I have suffered frozen pipe syndrome. I insulate, I conserve, I do what I can, but the energy costs are ever more each year. This winter I have spent, so far, close to $5,000 on fuel oil, propane and firewood. I am only warm when I sit in front of my wood stove. Yes, I live in an old house, as do so many Vermonters.

         The temperature soars to just under 50, then like a burst bubble, dips to 10 below, sometimes in a day. The snow-rain-sleet blends into a porridge that flows onto roads and sidewalks, settles on walking paths and invades garages; by alchemy it smooths into the hated black ice.

         Sometimes it is too cold for salt to melt the ice spread on roads. Cars slither down ditches and burrow into snow banks. Lawyers are off the mark with fistfuls of torts for those with fractured wrists, elbows, shoulders, cracked hips and ribs. Concussions too. Yes it is a slip and fall type of winter and hospitals harbor many of these injuries; nine people attached to broken wrists sought succor one day at a Burlington ER.

         Fire and Ice…the cold that freeze-sucks my body is matched by the heat it creates in the belly of my psyche—the heat of anxiety. After all this, how am I going to pay my bills?

         This anxiety attack hit hard when I, and many homeowners throughout Vermont, received our property tax bills last summer and we saw the increase in the homestead education tax. That bill might as well have stamped on it: “You cannot afford Vermont!” (34 towns turned down their school budget this past Town Meeting day. I was lucky I am so poor for I received for last year a hefty payback. Still, I’m behind. )

         This past fall I was traveling through Vermont, delivering my new book to bookstores and talking to strangers. People told me they placed their homes for sale or had seen their neighbors put up for sale signs right after the tax bill was in the mailbox.

         I talked to a young woman who lives in Wolcott. “My husband and I both work, but I don’t know how we can make it.” Worry lines were creasing her forehead and puckering her natural beauty.

         “We recently retired”, said a friend who is now a clerk in a bank. “We don’t have as much work and our retirement funds are not enough to live here anymore. We have to move. Vermont is not what it used to be.”

         “My house has been on the market for a year and no one has made an offer,” said a store clerk. He frowned, and looked away to something only he could see. “I want to leave but I have to sell first.”

         Bleak it is. Vermont property taxes are rated among the top ten most expensive in the country. This week in Vermont the average cost of fuel oil is $3.92 a gallon (17 cents below average); propane $4.34 a gallon ($1.17 above average); gasoline, 3.59 a gallon (eight cents higher in Waterbury, VT); electricity (17.05 cents per kilowatt hour, fourth highest in continental US). Food costs keep climbing in this “…one of the ten coldest years in US history”.

         A friend in New Mexico pays a property tax of $1,400 for their adobe home and it is appraised at half a million and could be sold for more. When they lived in Middlesex, Vermont, they paid $3,900 property tax on a house they sold for $150,000. Another refugee Vermonter living in Florida tells me if I sold and bought and lived in his community, I would save over $5,000 a year in living costs. “You can’t afford to own a house in Vermont, “ he said, “You now support those who rent, on welfare and town and state employees who have a helluva lot more benefits than you.”

         Many of us “new poor folk” are independent Vermonters, meaning we work for ourselves. Creative people (I’m a writer and photographer), mom and pop owners of village stores, people who work the woods or land, carpenters, landscapers, repair people — these are the Vermonters who crafted Vermont and gave it a flavor so different from most of America. Many of us are bereft of any lifeline­—associations, lobbyists, and public relations firms. Bankers don’t like our sporadic cash flow. We are the grunts of Vermont.  

         Many a Vermonter has a certain foreboding of their future and it is evidenced by the ads and edit you see in Vermont Life and Vermont Magazine. Most of us can’t think of buying some of the lush windows and kitchens shown in ads. Luxury homes and their gardens are marvelously photographed and landscaped. Then there are the magazines that advertise estates for sale that run from $900,000 to $3 million or more. The thrust here appears to be that Vermont wants the newcomers with big bucks and then hit them with a property-education tax that makes them shed dollars like melting snowflakes, but hey, many a new Vermonter can afford it. 

         “What are we going to do, just work for a bunch of wealthy people?” said the son of a farmer who sold his farm.  “We can’t afford to buy a home or land in the town we grew up in.”

         But there is also a light side. One new homeowner in Stowe who bought fancy digs was talking to his landscaper (He mows the lawn, plows the garden and the driveway) and pointed to a neatly stacked woodpile of about three cords. “That wood looks shabby. Do you think you could get rid of it?” he asked the landscaper.

         He looked at it and thought, hmmm, it’s been there three years, good hardwood…maple and beech…worth about $300 a cord mid winter….”Yes Sir, I can haul those logs away and you know what, I won’t even charge you a cent!”

         Banks have often turned their back on the self-employed and some frown on approving loans for older people, unless their assets are quickly convertible. Many independent Vermonters have switched their banking to credit unions. And did you see there are more restrictions on your home insurance plan?

         I love Vermont—have ever since I moved here in 1947. I love the hillside farmers I have met, the beauty of the land. I have written five books on Vermont that are recognized as classics on rural Vermont. I have been recognized as Vermonter of the Year and honored by the Vermont State Legislature and the US Senate for my documentation of rural Vermont.  “I am a treasure to Vermont,” I was told, “You can’t move away.”

         I don’t want to leave Vermont that has been such a large part of my life and soul but I cannot afford to live in Vermont, own a home and pay property taxes and support the money our towns and state say they need so they can support me. I see our mountains becoming billboards for subsidized wind turbines. A Canadian firm owns our two largest power companies; other businesses are interested in pipeline and transmission stations to send energy through Vermont not to Vermont. We need a return to the values that made this state free in thinking and bound by a common unity of spirit. I’m suggesting that we need to embrace the democratic principles of governance by the people — legislators need to hear our stories so they can make informed governmental decisions on funding during their sessions in Montpelier.  

         Wishful thinking, and meanwhile…many creative people have given up and taken salaried positions. Rob Hunter, the director of Frog Hollow, which is located in Burlington and is Vermont’s leading gallery for craft and art, reports a number of artists stopped paying dues as they cannot afford to create are they can’t sell. True, it is tough all over for creative people. The copyright is under attack. New business models created by CEO’s with the expectations that every intellectual property is as free as the Internet has crippled the photography, illustration, writing, and music creators. The effect reverberates. With the money crunch, buying artwork is not an option for average Vermonters. I put off repairing my car and winterizing my house because I need to pay taxes and fuel oil.

         The Central Vermont Community Action Weatherization group was going to winterize my old house and lower my heating costs 15%, they said. So a flock of them finally showed up, white suited and wearing helmets—look-a-like astronauts. They found Vermiculite that I put in the attic over 30 years ago.

         “It has asbestos in it,” the boss said. “We don’t work in houses like these,” and they left. White suits and helmets marched out. He promised I would get a sample testing of the Vermiculite. I never did.” (However, CVAC did install a new fuel oil furnace in my cellar that burns as much fuel oil as my old one but doesn’t leak carbon monoxide.)

         Alpine skiing, my favorite sport, is too expensive and new Vermonters have posted most of the land I used to bird hunt on. Instead of thinking of new book projects, I repair my house, shovel snow and spread salt, haul firewood, because of the cost of gas don’t drive around the state looking for photographs or people to talk to, argue with the companies who charge me too much on those monthly costs, stare aghast at my shrinking income but I thank god for Medicare.

         We self-employed Vermonters grumble but we have carried on and every so often we remember that we live in beauty. That’s the Vermont Way and I think it is coming to an end.

         This tome started out as a rant but it is not. It is a fact and a warning that perhaps the people who run this state have shot themselves in the foot. My house, according to one real estate agent, is over appraised by a large amount and this is true for many homeowners. Our old homes were built large to hold families and farm workers and usually had little or no insulation.  When houses are reappraised lower will the towns raise taxes or lower salaries or cut staff? It is getting to the point that self employed Vermonters might do better going on the dole and using state and federal funds to pay their bills.

         Back to the effects of a cold, cold winter…the cold that travels down my backbone—that seesawing of temperatures—is here to stay says, Roger Hill, our knowledgeable northern Vermont meteorologist. (www.weatheringheights.com)  

         Roger gave me the statistics on minus zero days this winter in my region. Roger went on to say this cold—ice, flooding and blizzards—according to a study at Rutgers University, is likely to become a constant for residents of Canada, North America and Britain. The high altitude jet stream, a river of air, is sucked up north. As the Arctic temperatures are rising rapidly, more so than the rest of the world, the jet stream slows down and creeps over the polar region, sucking up cold from the arctic sea that is no longer ice-capped so it is not reflecting back the heat of the sun. The meteo-techies feel the cold jet stream is going to hover over our small state for a while.

         I love my home state but I can’t afford to own my house and now I hear rents are way too high too. Well, my old house is an anachronism and so am I. I have to minimize or go off the grid.  I do have an out, and it is my 18-foot, 45 year old Air Stream trailer but damn it makes my Jeep over indulge at the gas pump.

 

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March 20, 2014

Hi Folks, just heard about this last night. Not too shabby.

From: Silver Print Press/Peter Miller. peter@petermillerphotography.com

Peter Miller’s A Lifetime of Vermont People wins New England Society Book Award

A Lifetime of Vermont People, a 208-page book of photographs and articles by Peter Miller, has won The New England Society in the City of New York award for the best New England photo and art book of the year.

The photographer-author, who lives in Colbyville, self published the book that was printed in Italy. The beautiful and lavish book has 60 portraits and written profiles of rural Vermonters that the author photographed and profiled over the past 63 years. NES honors annually books that celebrate New England.

“This is a well deserved honor and truly confirms what Vermonters have know for decades, Peter Miller is a Vermont treasure, and we are fortunate to have his great talents documenting our people and way of life.” said Rob Hunter, the director of the Frog Hollow Vermont State Craft Center in Burlington, who has set up a statewide lectures series and slide show by the author at major libraries throughout Vermont.

“What is so special about this book are not only the distinctive photographs but superb writing, commentary and Yankee observations. Peter does an amazing job of not only capturing the look of our disappearing heritage but gives these people a venue to communicate their strong insights and voices.”

A Lifetime of Vermont People, said the author, documents the self employed people who have made Vermont what it is, and are called by some a “vanishing species” as the state becomes gentrified.”

The Society is a non-profit organization that was founded in 1805 and is one of the oldest social and charitable organizations in the country. NES was established to promote “friendship, charity and mutual assistance among and on behalf of New Englanders living in New York.” Ralph Waldo Emerson, Mark Twain and William F. Buckley, Jr. have spoken at NES gatherings.

The awards, which are also given to books on fiction, non-fiction and history and biography, are to be given out at a luncheon on April 16 at the Grolier Club in Manhattan. Tickets for the event are available at www.nesnyc.org.

Peter Miller’s book may be viewed and purchased through independent Vermont bookshops or at his website www.silverprintpress.com. The next library lectures will be in St. Johnsbury, Derby Line, and Barre. Go to www.froghollow.org for more information.

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