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    V o l u m e f o u r n u m b e r f o u r , t w o t h o u s a n d e i g h t | winter

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    Te inaugural Hutterite Harvest Festival brings Hi-Line residents

    and their Hutterite neighbors together for a day of fun

    STORY BY SCOTT MCMILL ION PHOTOGRAPHY BY DEIRDRE E ITEL

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    A Hutterite boy gets a hit during an afternoon softball tournament

    during the Harvest Festival in September.

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    ut on the prairie between Malta and Saco, halfway

    between the Missouri River and the Canadian border, out

    where the hot water bubbles from the ground, a man and his

    preacher bent over a horseshoe pit and had a discussion.

    The preacher maintained his shoe had fal len close enough

    to the pin to score a point. His opponent disagreed, but only

    briefly.

    Okay, he conceded. Well go with the Lord on that one.Then they both grinned.

    And the horseshoes sailed.

    Welcome to t he first annual Hutterite Harvest Festival. Take the black pants and

    suspenders from the men, take the long dresses and headscarves from the women,

    take those things away and the event looked a lot l ike any other church picnic: a full

    day of horseshoes and softball, fried chicken and roast pork, with plenty of beer.

    Teenagers flirted. The little kids squabbled some and giggled a lot. The older people

    visited, with the men talking crops and rain and the price of gas while the women

    spoke of kids and relatives and recipes.

    Its their day. They get to do what they want, said Roger Ereaux, who organized the

    event as a way for businesses along the Hi-Line

    to show their appreciation for their Hutterite

    neighbors. Its kind of like a fai r.

    Ereaux owns the Sleeping Buffalo Hot

    Springs, a decidedly down-at-the-heels estab-

    lishment that grabbed a flicker of fame in 1999

    when folks fried up three tons of beef to makethe worlds biggest hamburger.

    But on a breezy Saturday early in Sep-

    tember, Ereaux was aiming for a different kind

    of attention. Im not so sure he pulled it off, but

    I liked his idea.

    With roughly 50 colonies in Montana,

    Hutterites are part of the culture and economy

    of this state, particularly on the prairies.

    Unlike the Amish, who are distant theologi-

    cal cousins, Hutterites embrace most practical

    aspects of modern technology. They drive, they

    use computers, they talk on cell phones. And

    they spend a lot of money, buying everything

    from insurance to lumber to tractor parts.

    As Ereaux explained it to me, the busi-

    nesses wanted to give something back to the

    colonies, even if it was just some free swim-

    ming.So he organized the festival as a way for

    Hi-Line businesses to show their apprecia-

    tion. He cadged donations from businesses

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    Clockwise from top right: Carrieann Hofer, 8, from the Loring colony near Harlem keeps an eye

    on the activites. David Hofer, 16, lines up a toss in a game of horseshoes. He said he enjoyed

    looking at the cute girls from the other colonies as well as playing in the horseshoe tournament.Sharon Hofer discusses balls and strikes with the pitcher during the softball tournament.

    Kevin Hover, center, and Matthew Tschetter drove down from Alberta, Canada, to flirt with the

    girls at the Harvest Festival. Hofer cousins Matthew, 6, and Sophia and Aubrey, 2, from left,

    spend some time outside the bath house of the once grand Sleeping Buffalo Hot Springs.

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    and invited five Hutterite colonies, offering $1,000 in prize

    money for competitions in softball, horseshoes and tug-of-war.

    (The colonies competed hard, but t hey decided to split the money

    evenly.)

    Though the day was pretty disorganized and the rope-

    pulling contest never happened, everybody seemed to have a

    good time. I know I did. I even made some new friends.

    Like most Montanans, Id seen Hutterites around. Theyre

    easy to spot, with their distinctive clothing and German accents,

    which turn almost every vowel into a dipthong, where words like

    lost come out as lowest, and hog comes out hoe-aag. But

    I never gave them a lot of thought, beyond appreciating the vege-

    tables and chickens they sell at roadside stands. They seemed

    to me stoic and shy, maybe a little standoffish, but pleasant

    enough.

    At Sleeping Buffalo, I got a look at how they deal with each

    other, in part because there werent many people like me hanging

    around. I learned that, like people in any group, some of themcuss when theyre angry. When something sucks, they say it sucks.

    Some overdrink. They get competitive when the game is close. They

    crack wise: women joke about the helplessness of their husbands

    and men joke about

    women drivers. Most

    of them dont swim

    too well. Most of

    them vote and follow

    politics. They pay

    taxes.

    Except for their

    distinctive clothes

    and accents, they

    look and act a lot

    like any other bunch

    of prairie farmers, which is what they are, and there are worse

    ways to live.

    But Hutterites arent the same as most people.

    They live communally, in colonies based on deep religious

    faith, and all major assets belong to the colony. None of them

    have much to call their own. Preachers have a lot of authority.

    Women dont. Most people leave school when they turn 15 and

    theyre a little leery about the temptations of the world. Family

    and faith are crucial.

    Not everybody is cut out for this kind of life. The Hutterites

    know this.

    Its the best life for us, but youve got to start out whenyoure just this high, Mike Hofer told me, leveling his palm at

    knee level. You couldnt do it at your age.

    With the exception of some mission work in Nigeria, the

    Clockwise: Children were

    treated to a full day of

    swimming in the hot springs

    at the Harvest Festival. An

    old Lutheran church sits on the

    grounds of Sleeping Buffalo

    Hot Springs. Roger Ereaux,

    owner of Sleeping Buffalo

    Hot Springs for 20 years,

    organized the Harvest

    Festival as a way for local

    businesses to thank the

    Hutterites for contributing to

    the communities along the Hi-

    Line. A variety of vegetables,

    eggs and baked goods were

    on sale at the festival fortown folk to purchase.

    Hutterites dont proselytize. They tend to stick to their own kind.

    And because they are different, Hutterites have been persecuted in

    the past. Founder Jacob Hutter was burned at the stake in 1536, and bigots

    shoved his followers from one European country to another until the 1870s,

    when they emigrated to the North American prairies.

    As pacifists, they wont serve in the armed forces and, during World War

    I, two Hutterite men died of neglect and abuse in a military prison in Fort

    Leavenworth.

    As late as the 1950s, South Dakota law banned Hutterite colonies from

    buying more land, and Alberta had a similar law until 1973.

    And in 1998 , near Shelby, Mont., somebody burned a colonys barn and

    poisoned a well, acts that authorities treated as hate crimes.

    And thats why I liked Ereauxs idea of a Hutterite festival, one where

    everybody is invited.

    Even today, there are plenty of rumors and cheap stereotypes about

    Hutterites.

    I dont even like to speak about it, said Will Hauk, one of the handful

    of non-Hutterites at the event. Hes been a friend of the East Malt a Colony for

    years, he said, and liked the idea of the festival: It might help bring people

    together.

    Granted, Sleeping Buffalo is a long way from almost everything, and

    watching Hutterites throw horseshoes isnt everybodys idea of a good time.

    But it might be your best chance to get to know some fellow Montanans.

    Like everybody else, Hutterites have warts as well as virtues. Some folks arenicer than others. Some are better looking. Some are funnier. They run the

    gamut.

    Theyre people.