Few
realize the diversity of people who live in the Ozarks, Americas
Middle Mountains, or Big Hills.
Native
Americans, Spanish, French, German and many more such as the Amish
have moved into these Big Hills, but few have brought the influence
or placed their stamp upon the land as have the Scotch-Irish.
The Scotch-Irish better known in some
circles as the Ulster Scots,
they brought their cultures of thrift and self sufficiency to the
region, and are the people most associated with it. Their music,
dances, and stories are what make the Ozarkians what they are.
Ozarkians
more often identify with each other, even across state lines, than
they do with the rest of their states at large--who have historically
treated their Ozark neighbors as "poor relations" or orphaned
children. While there are a few references to "the Missouri
Ozarks" or "the Arkansas Ozarks," and even, rarely,
the "the Illinois Ozarks" or "Oklahoma Ozarks,"
usually by the respective states' tourism departments, more often
one hears simply, "the Ozarks."
Our
strong regional identity, coupled with the fact that Ozarkians have
more in common with each other than they do with other Missourians
or Arkansans, has led
some to suggest, there should be a separate state of Ozarkia. One
favorite Ozarks writer, the late Dan Saults, said of his imagined
state, "... a gentle peace seeps out of the rocky soil at twilight,
like mist rising from a float stream." And, said Clay Anderson,
publisher of The Ozarks Mountaineer and a recognized spokesman for
the region, "...there are many of us who--if there were only
a peaceful and practical way--would fervently work for statehood
for the Ozarks."
Many
outsiders, see us as intriguing, quaint, and mysterious. But at the
same time, the region is often regarded as old-fashioned
and ignorant. And outlanders fail to understand that
the mountaineer's fierce independence and his deliberately easygoing
resourcefulness stem from his reluctance to be "beholden"
to anyone. He still will not be forced into an unnatural relationship
with time and money, those symbols of the city which have never held
much meaning in the Ozarks.
His
caution is often mistaken for unfriendliness.
Even the hill man's "poverty" has been misinterpreted.
In the 1930s, when the New Deal agencies brought in "relief
commodities," Ozarkers discovered such new foods as grapefruit
and oranges. But, for the first time for many, they learned that
they were poor. Townsend Godsey, a noted long-time historian and
photographer of the vanishing Ozarks, has written, "Perhaps
a minimum concern about money and material things is why life is
good in the hills...."
Others would argue that the condition known as a depression in
urban America had become
a way of life for the Ozarkers. Often the poverty perceived by urbanites
and newcomers is, to a large degree, the manifestation of inborn
determination to be as nearly self-sufficient as possible and, therefore,
independent of the prevailing economic winds.
Luxuries--beyond
the most basic food, clothing, and shelter--are often seen as self-indulgent,
and a make-do attitude is frequently found in those who could do "better"
but see no reason to. As a result, the natural order of things is
disturbed less in the Ozarks by depression and recession, when the
lack of excess cash is nothing new. Although grossly
exaggerated and arguably chauvinistic, the popular
image of hillbilly isolationists did have some basis in fact.
While
the people were neither ignorant nor
backward, they did face the hardships of living in
a remote area where rugged terrain made education, socialization,
and travel difficult and "civilization" relatively late
in coming. As recently as the early 1950s, many of the more isolated
hilly regions were still awaiting electricity. Telephones and paved
highways came only thirty years ago to others. Most county roads
are still unpaved, for there is scarcely any need for pavement when
one drives directly on the bedrock.
Ozarkers
have always taken what they consider best and most worthwhile from
the "outside" world and then retreated into their own. They
have traditionally selected the best of both worlds, deliberately
shunning the perceived negative aspects of modernity. To a great extent,
this is still true, even for newcomers. In fact, Ozarkers move between
both worlds, putting
on or taking off the language of the hills as easily as they change
their clothes to go to town or to "the city."
Today's
teenagers think nothing of making a hundred-mile
drive to ultra-progressive shopping malls, where they fit right
in with others their age, then returning home to a more conservative
way of life. And, importantly, more and more of them are finding
ways to remain in the hills, though many are forced to leave to
find work or to pursue careers for which there is no demand at home.
But among those who have left the Ozarks, even a half-century or
more ago, there appears to be a universal longing for "home."
Many who abandoned the area during the Depression still subscribe
to regional publications and newspapers from their old communities.
Their letters, full of yearning and homesickness, are published
frequently on editorial pages.
Among "newcomers,"
those people who have chosen to live in the Ozarks, there are a
great many intelligent, talented, creative, people--artisans and
artists, writers, weavers, sculptors, musicians, educators--most
of whom could live anywhere they choose and came here from the "advantaged"
cities they were glad to leave behind. Those who were born here
and have had the good sense to stay--even if they take the Ozarks
for granted--love it nonetheless. They look out on the rest of the
world with a sort of bemused amazement, serenely confident that
their so-called hillbilly lifestyle
is the only sane way to live.
Far
from a disadvantage,
the modern perception of the Ozarks as a refuge from the present,
as a place where the old-time values and advantages of rural living
are nurtured, has created a new awareness of--and interest in--the
region. Private developments such as Silver Dollar City, a theme
park near Branson, Missouri, and governmental entities like the
Ozark Folk Center, a cultural time capsule where history lives and
works near Mountain View, Arkansas,
capitalize on the public's yearning for the slower olden days forever
vanished except from the Ozarks and a few other "backward"
folk regions.
Today
the mythical comic-strip image
is promoted by tourist-baiters and indulged by tongue-in-cheek "hillbillies"
who are "stupid" enough to set up a stand by the side
of the road and sell rocks to the tourists. Though they may laugh
all the way to the bank, such good-natured acceptance--for profit
or otherwise--is not likely to be duplicated by any other ethnic
group anywhere in the world.