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From City to Country: Secrets Your Realtor Can’t and Won’t Tell You

My name is Jim. I am a grandfather many times over, and recently (in 2012) upgraded my status to great-grandfather, and I grew up in Baltimore, Maryland.

A true city-boy, I was born in Baltimore in 1957 and raised in the neighborhood of Hampden until 1973 when I was “volunteered” for military service at the ripe age of 16. A Christian child, I was in the same church every Sunday from infancy until a bout of family violence cut those roots free. This experience would make a few future transitions much easier, but there was no way for me to see that silver lining at the time.

As one of the many disposable kids in Baltimore I first experienced homelessness at the age of 14, and quickly became a trouble magnet.  Soon subjected to the city’s “three strikes” rule, local authorities decided that training this angry child to properly kill strangers would be far more beneficial than high school, and that the then-current “Clean Slate” program would be the platform on which I could build a new life as a productive adult, assuming that I were to survive this incarceration option, that is.  Despite the flawed logic, the end result of dropping said child into that meat grinder was indeed a responsible and rather productive adult with a solid work ethic, none the less. Go figure.

After the service I bummed around Miami for a year or so; homeless once again, but this time on warm beaches instead of cold city benches. When this vacation was over, I returned to Baltimore to find work and settle down, to begin that adult life.  Veterans had a tough time finding great jobs at the time, but I was lucky enough to eventually land a decent local manufacturing job, and I remained in Baltimore where my wife and I bought two houses and raised 6 children, mostly in the same neighborhood where we began, until 1999 that is.   That was the year that we, after playing with the idea for far too long, decided to pull up our lifelong city roots and move to Wild and Wonderful West Virginia, just an hour-or-so away via I-70, but truly worlds apart socially.

“Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out”    -John Wooden

Being a trucker at the time gave us the flexibility to move to another state without leaving all sources of income behind, and where we chose to start hanging our hats is Martinsburg, in the eastern panhandle. The unique location is within minutes of four states, and only 15 minutes from one of my company’s local drop-yards, where loads moving up and down the east coast are exchanged.

We had visited the area a few times past for the fishing and mountain views, and the small town feel had charmed us from the start.  Martinsburg is loaded with history and friendly folks, most of whom are the result of generations of hard-working farming families who had enjoyed a simple and fulfilling life in the same small town. Unlike Baltimore, houses were not sold but instead property was handed down through the generations. People were raising their family in the same inherited house that their great-grandfathers had built, which is a romantic concept of personal security that a city-boy can barely imagine. By the second Summer visit we were in love with the idea of maybe moving there one day, and in september of 1999 that one day came.

  “Your best days are waiting just outside of your comfort zone”    -Reverend JB Stran

Now, despite the vast amount of respect that I feel for the majority of the local life-long residents of Martinsburg for their work ethic and simple country roots, there are a few things that most city folks will need to prepare for and hopefully adjust to. Like I said: Socially they are worlds apart, and what most natives consider normal behavior many others could consider quite rude and even hostile, albeit unintentionally.

First and foremost is the Staring.  I was warned by a friend that I wouldn’t last a month in Martinsburg before I was locked up because, as he put it, “a redneck will watch paint dry”. I admit, this one does stir my blood on occasion, but mainly because where I come from, staring at someone is how you pick a fight. It’s widely considered a hostile gesture that will inevitably cause a violent reaction more often than not, and many a dumbfounded person has been beaten and even stabbed over this misunderstanding.

Around here however, that is simply not the case. Quite the opposite, actually…but it took me years to finally realise this.  For many locals, staring at someone is part of the social handshake. Being rather lacking in the art of greeting strangers in a genuine manner and starting a real conversation, many local residents simply stare at you and wait for you to initiate contact. They don’t mean anything hostile by this method, it is simply the way it has always been done. The lack of a smile when we make eye contact is the biggest hurdle to getting comfortable with this.

In a place of low population where everyone knows everyone else, any outsider is a potential threat to their family and stability. This is part of the small town mentality that thrives in thousands of wonderful little places throughout America, and for the most part it’s part of the charm. In many of these communities, there will inevitably be a group who are overly defensive and therefore unstable, when faced with “outsiders” who think or live differently than the local norm.  Much like the cavemen who climbed the nearest hill to throw rocks at the moon, these few will perceive a threat regardless of your intentions, and you can only hope to eventually warm them to you…but to these few, you will never be a local. Better to just accept it and move on.

For most places that are subject to the small town mentality, there is a wide undercurrent of social insecurity that affects many of the residents and makes them suspicious of strangers. They tend to hold back, and wait for you to show your intentions before they extend a hand. Maybe this comes from their farming roots, and has simply been extended to people as well as strange animals, but the final result is something that we in the city consider to be extremely rude behavior. So, try to be a bit more patient with this than I have been.

There are always exceptions, and hopefully you will find a few of this type of new friend to make your transition easier. I have come to know a few who stand head-and-shoulders above the rest, and whom I consider a genuine friend.

Conversation, or more to the point the lack of it, is the second thing that will require an adjustment from most city folks. You know how it is: We spend a lifetime being real, and have no problem just speaking right up with a total stranger at a bus stop about local events, a recent news story, or whatever is on your mind at the moment. We know better than most people that communication is the easiest thing people can do: You just open your mouth and tell the truth.  This type of honest communication was something that I was known best for, and while a few expected me to choose kind words for their benefit, my friends and family have always counted on me to tell them the truth.

At least for the first few years as a stranger in a small town, this aspect of city life will likely be put on hold.  The real truth isn’t very popular in small towns, because being nice will always take priority.  For my first few years here, when I started opening up and speaking honestly with local folks, they just stared at me like I was growing a second head before their eyes. I was told, “We don’t do that around here”, meaning that I was only expected to drop some generic statement and keep moving. Another person that I was becoming familiar with told me, after a brief chat that included some honesty on my part, that I was “the meanest person he had ever met”. Clearly, a lifetime surrounded by too much niceness for the sake of nice has left many locals with virgin ears.  After a period of adjustment, I’ve put most attempts at conversation and getting to know my neighbors on hold until one of us has evolved.

When seeking new conversation friends, the first thing to watch for is those people who don’t employ “bar speak” as their primary conversational tool. Bar speak is far too common around here, and frankly I find it both rude and annoying after the second instance. Unfortunately, there are still many who are only able to not communicate with me in this form after ten years of association, which is quite sad to say the least. Truth be told, I tend to avoid anyone who chooses to hold me at bay with this tactic, since that seems to be what they are after.

Bar speak is that generic, rather pointless communication tool that one uses as they pass through a bar on the way to a seat. When you make eye contact with a stranger, you offer up some empty nugget like “some weather, huh?” or “How you doing?” as a form of social handshake. Here in Martinsburg however, this is unfortunately the primary conversational tool of way too many folks. Like superheros with a favorite catchphrase, they walk around all day throwing out the same 3-word/3-syllable nonsensical phrase such as, “Whaya think?”, “Whaya know”, “Gotta Love it”, and “Havin fun yet?” , apparently in the hope of a response of similar mindless repetition. I honestly have no idea how to respond kindly to something so impersonal and outright rude, that most of the time I just wait for them to say what’s really on their mind, or just walk away.  This is mainly because what I actually heard was “I don’t want to talk to you, but I felt obligated to speak, and now I don’t have to.”  In the interest of peace, I generally ignore this type of nonversation and respect their wish to avoid getting to know me.

“When you have nothing genuine to add to the conversation, it is always best to say nothing until you do.”    -Emily Post, the Good Manners Handbook

Should you be lucky enough to be a people person, then a third adjustment will not be required. For the rest of us however, there is one final difference that will cause some discomfort and eventually force you to alter your social methodology.  Another big part of the small town mentality is the lack of social boundaries you will see in many locals. Because everyone knows everyone else, they also know the families, and a few secrets that they protect because “that’s just the way it’s done ’round here”.

That old saying that keeps the peace in most cities, “Tend your own garden” simply doesn’t seem to apply to most small town folks, and they have no problem asking for the details of your personal life without regard for personal privacy. Privacy in fact is an illusion in most small towns.  Everything is personal, and they take everything personally, including your need for privacy. If you answer their personal questions, you violate your own code of conduct, and if you don’t answer then you have offended their way of life. It’s a bit of a no-win for a lot of city folks who are seeking the space and freedom of movement that country life is offering.

In the city, if you go to the bathroom at 2AM, you can bet that someone knows about it. Personal privacy simply doesn’t exist when the houses are mere inches apart, which is why it becomes so vital when changing to a rural location. Now again, if you happen to be a people person then you may enjoy this aspect of rural life and consider it just another of the local charms.

In summary: I have met some fine and respectable people here in Martinsburg, and they have been more than patient with my extended period of adjustment. There are still many adjustments waiting to be made, just as there are a few that I will simply refuse to make, because tolerance has to go both ways otherwise it’s little more than me being molded, and I simply don’t accept the idea that I was socially broken, and that becoming more Martinsburg will fix me.  You will likely come to a similar conclusion.

≈ Postscript ≈

Your Mileage May Vary.  Objects May Be Closer Than They Appear.  Batteries Not Included.

The above piece is based on personal experiences, and is in no way intended to become your template for a transition to country or city life.

I’ve included the first 2 paragraphs of personal data to clarify that in some ways, I am not your typical American adult, and it should be clear that  my background and personality will inevitably alter the final results of this transition to a different social setting, as will yours.

Never prejudge any group of people before taking a reasonable amount of time and effort to get to know them as individuals. Some of the finest people I have ever known started as seemingly hostile strangers, as it was just part of their defense mechanism. The kindest people are often hurt the deepest, and must therefore develop an effective defense system in order to maintain their personality.  So, be kind to your new neighbors. Nice is an option…but always be kind.

2015  JB “Pop” Stran  All Copyrights apply. No reprint without full link intact.

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Man pleads guilty to starving children – journal-news.net | News, sports, jobs, community information for Martinsburg – The Journal

MARTINSBURG – A Berkeley County man accused of starving of his 5-year-old son and 3-year-old daughter and forcing them to sleep in an unfinished basement pleaded guilty Monday to two counts of child abuse causing serious bodily injury as part of a plea agreement.

Jesse A. Lafferty, 34, who is currently incarcerated at Eastern Regional Jail, was originally named in a seven-count indictment issued in February 2011 by a Berkeley County grand jury. The agreement resulted in the dismissal of the remaining counts.

Lafferty is scheduled to be sentenced July 16 by West Virginia 23rd Judicial Circuit Judge Christopher Wilkes and is represented by local attorney Christopher Prezioso. As part of the plea agreement, the court will be unfettered in sentencing. Lafferty faces two to 10 years in prison on each of the counts.

“I willfully withheld food from my children in order to punish them, which led to neglect and malnutrition, sir,” Lafferty told the court.

Berkeley County Prosecuting Attorney Pamela Games-Neely told the court that the state’s evidence would show that there were periods of time where food was withheld from the two victims for more than 24 hours at a time as punishment and that during certain weeks the children were sometimes not fed for periods of three to four days. When the children were rescued by authorities, Games-Neely said they were found to be severely malnourished and had distended abdomens similar to starving children from third-world countries.

“Let the record show that the defendant has executed the written guilty plea form. … Sir, are you sure this is how you want to resolve this matter?” Wilkes asked the defendant.

“Yes,” responded Lafferty, who was shackled and wearing an orange prison jumpsuit.

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WV Lottery looks online

“We see some opportunities — offering some incentives with Powerball, our instant tickets, putting some things on our website to benefit our players here in West Virginia that we couldn’t do before,” Director John Musgrave said. “There is concern in the industry that each state needs to examine this and act fairly quickly. We’re trying to get our arms around it. We do want to protect our revenue stream. We’re examining all of the possibilities, he said.”

CHARLESTON, W.Va. — The West Virginia Lottery Commission is assessing how it will react to a U.S. Department of Justice decision that makes online gambling legal, Director John Musgrave said.

Although the decision allows online gambling (but not sports betting), the Lottery Commission would need state legislation before it could proceed.

“We have not prepared anything to submit to the Legislature,” Musgrave said.

“We see some opportunities — offering some incentives with Powerball, our instant tickets, putting some things on our website to benefit our players here in West Virginia that we couldn’t do before,” he said.

Asked how this might work, Nikki Orcutt, the lottery’s deputy director of marketing, said Powerball second-chance drawings are an example. Instead of mailing in a losing ticket to enter the drawing, a player could enter online.

This would protect the retailers because players would still have to buy their Powerball ticket there. But an online drawing would be more convenient because players could enter using any computer, tablet or smart phone that is connected to the Internet.

“The younger player base is not much interested in doing anything if it doesn’t happen at their fingertips,” she noted.

via WV Lottery looks online.

Black Friday Target Shoppers Step Over Man Who Lay Dying on the Floor

Black Friday shoppers at a West Virginia Target did not allow collapsed-and-dying man Walter Vance to disturb their holiday shopping experience. They simply walked around or stepped over him, before somebody else swept up all those cheap towels and soap dishes.

Vance, 61, was a pharmacist and reputed all-around nice man who suffered from heart problems. According to his wife Lynn, He’d had a stent inserted about two weeks ago, which may or may not have contributed to his death. Witnesses assert that, after Vance collapsed, most shoppers ignored or avoided him, keeping their eyes on the prize (fabulous deals!). However, Lynn told the Charleston Gazette that “about six” nurses came to his aide, which suggests that nurses are the only caring people left in Charleston. One of the helpful nurses and a paramedic administered CPR, and Target employees called an ambulance. Eventually Vance died at a local hospital.

via Black Friday Shoppers Step Over Man Who Lay Dying on the Floor.

West Virginia — National Mining Association Needs Your Vote

West Virginia

West Virginia’s coal industry supports over 84,000 high paying jobs, and coal generates nearly 100 percent of the state’s electricity, allowing West Virginia to maintain the lowest energy prices in the nation. However, the EPA continues to block nearly 200 coal permit applications in Appalachia. In the meantime, thousands of high-paying coal mining jobs are at risk; tax revenues that sustain schools and vital services are lost; and the coal supplies that provide reliable and affordable electricity are at risk.

Send a message to your representatives urging them to protect coal mining in West Virginia and stop blocking coal permits.

via West Virginia — National Mining Association.

Mining Related Jobs Are At Risk!

Please consider attending an important congressional hearing on Monday in Charleston, WV.
The title of the hearing is “Jobs at Risk: Community Impacts of the Obama Administration’s Effort to Rewrite the Stream Buffer Zone Rule”.
The hearing will examine the Office of Surface Mining and Reclamation’s (OSM) Stream Protection rule-making and its impact on jobs.

By OSM’s own analysis, the new rule would destroy more than 20,000 coal mining and related jobs.

We need your respectful participation at this hearing to show the congressional representatives in attendance that stakeholders in West Virginia’s coal economy believe the Stream Buffer Zone Rule is just one more attempt by this Administration to put Appalachian coal mining out of business, and with it, the region’s economy.

Thank you,

JB Stran,
FACES

(Federation for American Coal, Energy & Security)

What: Charleston, WV Congressional Hearing of the
U.S. House Energy & Mineral Resources Subcommittee of the
Natural Resources Committee

When: Monday, September 26, 2011
9:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m.
Doors Open at 8:00 a.m. (Arrive early!)

Where: Kanawha County Courthouse
2nd Floor, Historical Courtroom #4
407 Virginia Street, East
Charleston, WV

Mourning the Death of Common Sense

The following was actually borrowed from a friend’s Facebook status post because I thought it was cute and cleverly written…

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: – Knowing when to come in out of the rain; – Why the early bird gets the worm; … – Life isn’t Always fair; – And Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies; Don’t spend more than you can earn, and Adults, not children, are in charge.
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place…
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; Teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, and having spilled a little in her lap, she was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers – I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame and I’m A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, do nothing.