Community Thoughts
Since starting this class and focusing on community and community work, I realize that I have never, even once, taken the time to think about the community I grew up in. I have not considered the history of where I come from or how my own ideas and bias may have been influenced because of the environment I grew from. I am a kid from a blue-collar family who had very little money. I had MaineCare, food stamps, free hot lunch, and I even lived in a single-wide trailer or two. But, I never considered myself worse off than anyone. But like most communities, its residents know who the poor families and poor kids are. In Oxford Hills you were either well off, poor, or extra poor. There was no in-between. For this blog, I wanted to take the opportunity to reflect on what I know now of my community after reading the Burghart chapters. I come from South Paris, Maine. One town out of eight that make Oxford Hills. You can imagine, with that inf...