October 27, 2007
Leaving My Corner Without Losing My Religion
By Deborah Newell Tornello
of what, then, is an empty desk a sign? - Albert Einstein
I took this photo today, shortly after dawn, because I wanted to immortalize my little corner of this very little house before packing it all up for the Big Move tomorrow. We're going back to the house in the country, you see, though Ruskin is not so terribly "country" any more, since almost all of the orange groves and most of the strawberry fields have been bulldozed flat in recent years, making way for the rows of nearly-identical houses to which buyers continue to flock.
Never mind the hurricanes, damn the tornadoes: Florida continues to be a destination, not just for retirees longing for warm breezes and college students seeking warm beer and beaches, but families, too.
There is little agriculture and no industry in our town, not any more. Not really. It's mainly a suburban residential area these days, though Robert's property remains lushly beautiful with giant pines and oaks that were there in the early part of the previous century, when Ruskin was established as a hopeful experiment in socialist utopianism. The farming-friendly climate and isolation of the Gulf coast led Dr. George McAnelly Miller, a former Chicago lawyer and college professor, to purchase this patch of Florida, which in 1906 was densely wooded and virtually inaccessible to the city folk of Tampa and St. Petersburg (except by boat), and establish the Ruskin Commongood Society.
The town was a commune of sorts, and its principles were based on the writings and teachings of John Ruskin, an English socialist who maintained that higher education should be made readily available to the working class--a fairly revolutionary concept then (and, increasingly and sadly, now)--and that the social ills wrought by the industrial revolution could most effectively be eradicated through education. Education for everyone.
So it came to pass that Dr. Miller, along with the Ruskin Commongood Society, provided for and promoted this notion of liberal arts education for all, along with the teaching of farming techniques, the creation of art itself, and the sharing of blessings and burdens alike. This was the early-1900's South, mind you, and non-white people could not yet own land, even in Ruskin. Bearing in mind that women could not vote until 1920, though, Ruskin was--in the feminist and nonsectarian/inclusive religious senses, at least--a town that was rather far ahead of other Floridian settlements. To wit, an early Ruskin Commongood motto, followed by a bit of history:
Dignity of Labor
Ennobling of Character
A Home for Everyone
Link Head, Heart and Hand
Throughout Ruskin’s early years, life was generally peaceful. People were notified of important events, such as a fire or a meeting, by a bell rung in the community center. There was no fire department, only a bucket brigade. The town church was nonsectarian. Services were held in the college’s assembly hall, and Dr. Miller usually read from his translations of original Hebrew and Greek Bible verses. A. P. Dickman ran the daily newspaper, and his daughter Pauline delivered milk to the local farms. Boys earned extra money by shooting alligators and selling their hides. The colonists built their own cannery, operating the whole process, including soldering the cans by hand, without outside assistance. By 1913, Ruskin had a local and long distance telephone system and electric light plant, and its cooperative store was doing a $25,000 a year business. The colony itself was expanded. Land was bought northward to extend the artesian belt and included more timber acreage, and purchases were made southward to add more truck farming and citrus land.
Cooperation was continually stressed. The colonists labored on public works projects to pay for their land, and college students worked in the fields and cooperative industries to pay for their education. The concept of the “common good” was the motivation for the colony. To this end, it tried to promote “social purity.” To keep the community pure, no liquor or cigarettes were allowed into the colony. Only whites could lease colony land. However, women had the same privileges as men.
And then there was World War I--an event that drained the town of its young people--and the closing of the Ruskin College, a terrible fire, the Great Depression, and the death of Dr. Miller. The Ruskin Commongood Society remained intact until 1967, long after the evaporation, from Ruskin's collective consciousness, of most of the original socialist utopian ideas on which the town was built.
As a result of George Miller's dream of a college within a supportive, socialistic community, the town of Ruskin was founded. Miller's cooperative community surrounding and supporting a socialist workers’ college lasted barely a decade. Nevertheless, the Commongood Society,though generally inactive, existed until October 1967, when it quietly dissolved. [...]
George Miller had depended on his wife’s brothers, three Missouri farmers, to help him finance and organize the colony, and because the community itself was colonized by farmers, Ruskin survived and flourished in an agricultural setting. In the process, the triumph of capitalism nearly erased memories of the town’s radical roots.
I moved to this town in 1987, when my future-husband Robert was starting his nurseries here, assembling the wooded land one parcel at a time, and growing thereupon different varieties of a certain ancient, exotic, and eminently sustainable plant that was, at the time, very new to many Americans: bamboo. Back then, Ruskin's population largely consisted of a handful of farmers--most of whom grew oranges, tomatoes, and strawberries; a few of whom, like Robert, grew ornamental plants--and those who worked for them.
Twenty years later, Ruskin is a place in transition, to put it gently; in fact, it's a patch of Florida that is irrevocably changed. Most of the town's fruit and vegetable farmers--those backbone-of-the-community types who had for years been suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous hurricanes and even more outrageous Free Trade-generated price undercutting by third world growers--succumbed to temptation, one after another, and cashed in on the real estate boom. This in turn led to the replacement of rows of fragrant orange trees with rows of quasi-Mediterranean-Revival-cum-Florida-Cracker boxes, one after another.
And tomorrow I shall return, to live there full-time, at least until the St. Petersburg house is finished.
As I sort through the clutter I've accumulated, not just on my hapless desk but all over the little rental house where the lease is now up, I admit to having mixed emotions about the place, as you'd imagine. Appreciating as I do the rich history of Ruskin and its liberal, socially conscious founders, I experienced some pretty sharp cognitive dissonance at seeing so many Bush/Cheney bumperstickers plastered everywhere in 2000, not to mention having my President Gore signs repeatedly yanked out of the ground or flattened by speeding, swerving pickup trucks.
Ruskin is no different from other growing areas, its residents having enjoyed high-speed Internet connection for years now. So I'll be no less able to read and write, though I'll be more grateful than ever that Robert preserved the massive trees and thick Palmetto that have grown on his land for a century--writers love privacy and quiet, and when home, at least, I won't have to look at all that rampant overdevelopment and destruction of nature. Who knows, I might even fight to save a tree or two and speak out on behalf of those who enjoy a little locally-generated oxygen with their imported orange juice.
the natural artesian wells that continue to flow, despite everything,
irrigating the bamboo and sending it skyward, hope springs eternal.
Posted by: sangfroid826 | Oct 27, 2007 4:43:09 PM
Agreed -- beautifully written and substantively compelling. There is a book to be written somewhere about America's lost left wing legacy. We operate in tragic ignorance with respect to the ideas and ideals of our forbearers and this is a tragedy for today's progressives. People were much more daring than we can imagine in the past -- even in little southern agrarian outposts.
We should be bold as well.
Posted by: Klein's Tiny Left Nut | Oct 27, 2007 4:48:40 PM
Posted by: Senescent | Oct 27, 2007 4:56:22 PM
The late 19th and early 20th centuries were an interesting time in the USA. More than a few who lived then would be surprised and disappointed at how far out of the mainstream utopian thinking has drifted.
All of the founders of my family's faith tradition were post-Millennialist, utopian believers. They believed that through their efforts the entire world would convert to Christianity and that doing so would eradicate all poverty, war, violence, hunger, theft and even disease.
I suspect that while they might agree with the accepted belief of human beings as mostly evil creatures, they would wonder why we're so willing to live with such a status quo.
Posted by: Stephen | Oct 27, 2007 5:26:30 PM
gently put on the magic crown
that sits on your desk,
wave your fairy wand...
remember that hope does spring eternal,
and that your good and beautiful memories
come with you,
wherever you go!
click your ballet slippers together
"there's no place like home!"
light and blessings for litbrit and family.
Posted by: jacqueline | Oct 27, 2007 5:30:29 PM
With respect to the desk -- well if you can't say something nice . . .
Posted by: Klein's Tiny Left Nut | Oct 27, 2007 5:31:37 PM
You saw he taught that '''higher education should be made readily available to the working class''''
and yet you say: '''college students worked in the fields and cooperative industries to pay for their education''''
So it should be available, if your willing to pay/work for it. So how's that different?
I think many still think Ruskin may have been a little off:
Consider this colloquy between John Ruskin and W.E. Gladstone:
Gladstone: "We had a conversation once about Quakers, Gladstone recalled, and I remarked how feeble was their theology and how great their social influence . . . what good work they have achieved socially! -- Why, they have reformed prisons, they have abolished slavery, and denounced war. To which Ruskin answered, I am really sorry, but I am afraid I don't think that prisons ought to be reformed, I don't think slavery ought to have been abolished, and I don't think war ought to be denounced." ''''''
Ohh old Rusky, what a kidder.....
Posted by: Patton | Oct 27, 2007 7:48:30 PM
The difference, Patton was in the debt load. Working your way through college by say cleaning the classrooms or cooking in the cafeteria is a far cry from 20 year loan payouts. It also kept colleges affordable by giving students some necessary cash.
Posted by: Carol | Oct 28, 2007 5:51:41 AM
The difference, Patton was in the debt load. Working your way through college by say cleaning the classrooms or cooking in the cafeteria is a far cry from 20 year loan payouts. It also kept colleges affordable by giving students some necessary cash. The college also could avoid being beholden to rich benefactors who would have wanted in those days, the college to put aside slots for their children, excluding working people either for class reasons or because accommodating them would have made college too expensive for them to go.
Posted by: Carol | Oct 28, 2007 5:56:22 AM
Somehow I doubt this particular college was charging hundreds of thousands of dollars for an education.
If you expect to get through Harvard working in the kitchen, then I suggest we start paying professors about 48,000 a year, about what the Frost family makes.
I hear that's a good income. Then the proffessors can qualify for S-CHIP and other programs they whole heartedly endorse.
Posted by: Patton | Oct 28, 2007 6:11:13 AM
You're an incoherent asshole. Do you get a set of talking points from right wing central that require you to check off certain subjects, i.e. the Frosts and S-CHIP even though they are completely unrelated to the post at hand?
In the immortal words of no doubt your hero, go fuck yourself.
Posted by: Klein's tiny left nut | Oct 28, 2007 10:12:39 AM
I spent the summer of '06 working as an art teacher for Hillsborough County parks and rec, and I spent a few weeks of that time teaching kids in Ruskin. One of the things that shouldn't go unmentioned about this area (the agricultural SE corner of the county) is that many of its people, and almost certainly the majority of its agricultural workers, are immigrants from Mexico and Central America. In Ruskin and Wimauma I found authentic Mexican restaurants which are otherwise rare in the Tampa Bay area, including one hopping with locals, with Waterworld dubbed in Spaish playing- I think I was the only native English speaker there. I found the children in the Ruskin area very charming and eager to learn. Only one of my students lacked basic English skills, and i have to assume his family had moved here in the past year.
The story of Ruskin and of this area isn't just the story of agricultural lands being squished to provide the illusion of luxury for exurbanites, although I think this may be true of Sun City Center to the East. It's also a place where immigrants are setting down roots, and a new generation of Americans is growing up.
Posted by: alex | Oct 28, 2007 2:16:25 PM
This in turn led to the replacement of rows of fragrant orange trees with rows of quasi-Mediterranean-Revival-cum-Florida-Cracker boxes, one after another.
I visit Plant City, on the other side of the county, a lot because my in-laws are there. (They're native Floridians from several generations back.) Same thing's happening there - it too is becoming just one more bedroom community for Tampa.
Posted by: low-tech cyclist | Oct 29, 2007 8:49:34 AM
alex, you were here one summer; with all due respect, I've been here for twenty years. I agree that the Latino community in Ruskin is an inspiring and interesting story, too, but this post was simply about the town's very progressive history and my own feelings about moving back to it permanently, since it has indeed become another exurb (Sun City Center's development boom took place about twenty years ago), with farmland being replaced by rows of tract houses, the starting prices of which are around $200K--they're houses for people who work in and around Tampa or Sarasota and commute, and would most likely be much too expensive for most of the Mexican and Central American families here.
The best place for authentic food is Wimauma, on the other side of SCC. Mexican restaurants in Ruskin tend to come and go (there used to be a brilliant one called Los Norteños, but to the great disappointment of our huevos-rancheros-addicted family, it closed after a couple of years). We do have a new Cuban restaurant here, though, and it's excellent. The best pizza in Florida--seriously--can be found in a strip mall just up US 41, next to Publix, in Apollo Beach. The place is called San Remo, and it's owned and run by a couple from Genoa and their boys. My Italian husband and all his brothers agree that Onofrio's regular and Sicilian pies rival anything in NYC; me, I like the white pizza with broccoli.
That said, you are absolutely correct about the industrious and very civilized, polite nature of the Latino children, many of whom I know well and converse with in both of their languages. That, and the many other Ruskin stories, will be something for me to write about in a future post; had I included everything in this one, Ezra would be teasing me (again) about my tendency to write long, exhaustive posts that his busy-busy wonky readers don't have time to skim. :-)
Posted by: litbrit | Oct 29, 2007 9:10:24 AM
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