re: barfuss in USA (Hobby? Barfuß! 2)

otto, Saturday, 13.10.2007, 13:24 (vor 6252 Tagen)

Hi John

... die Hälfte der Ausstellungsbesucher war barfuss. | Klingt fast zu schön, um wahr zu sein ;-) Es ist wahr, hat aber eine hinterlistigen Haken: Meine Frau und ich waren am spaeten Nachmittag kurz vor Torschluss dort und wir waren die einzigen Besucher. Sorry, konnte mir das nicht verkneifen. Zu der anderen Frage: Barfuessler trifft man im allgemeinen hier herum nur selten, diesen Sommer jedoch etwas hauefiger, manchmal bei der Arbeit. NSNSNS Zeichen waren praktisch verschwunden. Diesen Sommer gab es wieder mehr davon, wohl weil mehr Leute barfuss waren. Ich habe die Zeichen oft ignoriert und wurde nie angesprochen. Es gibt aber Laeden, Shopping-Centers und Lokale die barfuss nicht dulden. Die haben meistens keine Zeichen aber man wird zwar hoeflich aber sehr bestimmt darauf angesprochen. Bei Festivals, Sommer Concerts etc. sieht man viele barfuss, die meisten, aber nicht alle, kamen wohl in Flip Flops oder Sandalen an. Flip Flops sind hier jetzt weit verbreitet. Und es scheint "cool" zu sein (warum weiss ich nicht) die auch zu tragen wenn es kalt ist. Die paar Meter ueber den Parkplatz, vom warmen Auto in die Mall sind ja aber auch kein Problem. Uebrigens, wenn man die Fuesse der Flipflopper genauer anschaut kann am sehen dass nicht wenige oft barfuss sind ( dicke Sohlen, manchmal schwarz oder dunkelgruen). In dieser Gegend haben viele Land ums Haus herum, das zum Barfusslaufen einlaedt und es ist wohl ganz natuerlich die Flip Flops in die Ecke zu kicken.

Die USA sind ein grosses und vielschichtiges Land. Ich komme nicht mehr viel herum und was ich hier schreibe gilt nur fuer wo ich wohne.

Keep up the good work in Berlin
Freundliche Gruesse Otto

re: barfuss in USA

otto, Sunday, 14.10.2007, 17:31 (vor 6251 Tagen) @ otto

Hi

Hier sind, fuer Englischleser, Ausschnitte aus einem Artikel ueber ein College Dorf in Upstate New York, mit etwas zum Thema barfuss in USA, und auch, wenn man so will, zum Thema barfuss fuer alte Leute.

Praise, Ire for Tycoon's Town Renovation

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By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Published: October 13, 2007

Filed at 1:44 p.m. ET

AURORA, N.Y. (AP) -- On the eastern shores of Cayuga Lake lies a tiny village of enchanting beauty and charm. Early settlers called it the village of constant dawn and it evokes that feeling today -- historic, lakeside mansions dusted in a kind of timeless glow, a red-brick inn with gleaming white porches, ivy-clad buildings rising from the stately lawns of Wells College.

Even the village market, where exquisitely perched baskets overflow with ripe tomatoes and eggplants, seems almost too good to be true.

For some who live here, it is.

''How polished we are now, how shiny,'' says village historian Sheila Edmunds. ''But at what cost?''

The village of 700, listed on the National Registrar of Historic Places, was anything but shiny six years ago. Paint peeled off old mansions, the inn struggled to stay open and the college struggled with enrollments.

And then a wealthy benefactress swept in, bringing money and promises and a stirring vision of the future. She bought some buildings and tore others down. She moved houses and businesses and trees. She buried power lines. She spent $2 million on a lavish refurbishing of college interiors.

She rattled the village to its core.

''It wasn't restoration,'' says music teacher Karen Hindenlang of the changes, which tore apart old friendships and rankled neighborly goodwill. ''It was a descent to madness.''

Rowland promised not to seek -- or take -- any return on her investment. But she took no questions either, so as villagers wandered home that evening, they were left to ponder.

Was this woman's vision the right one for them?

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In July 2005 a giant octopus, mounted on a pickup truck, floated down Main Street during the annual Aurorafest parade, each tentacle stamped with the name of a building that Rowland's foundation had acquired.

The octopus' creator, Tudy Kenyon, revels in her role as good-natured village eccentric, bouncing around in her bright blue Jeep with a ram's skull on front and anti-Rowland stickers on the back. Small and wiry with bobbed white hair and a husky voice, the 77-year-old came to Aurora from Pittsburgh in 1950s to go to Wells. She loved the place so much she never left.

At 6 p.m., Kenyon heads, barefoot, into the Fargo bar. She spends the next hour and a half sipping ginger ale, hailing the regulars, lamenting the tavern of the past.
The place crackles with conviviality but regulars say its heart has been lost. The old beer signs are gone along with the old bartenders, the deer's head has been moved to the back room, and the beloved smoky dinginess is a thing of the past. There's a pretty new porch outside and a spiffed up menu inside, and children now eat with their parents in the corner booth.

''The Fargo was the one place that was ours and she had to take that too,'' says Stanley Zabriskie, 56, another barefoot regular and descendant of one of the oldest families in town. (His brother is a village trustee and his sister-in-law, the clothing store owner, is one of Rowland's biggest cheerleaders).

Freundliche Gruesse Otto

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