Back in the winter of 1991 we were deep into the nuke dump
fight with the State of New York. One evening in February, I was driving home
from Dalton, where I’d been working with Kate and Rick Hollis putting together the
Allegany! newsletter of the Concerned
Citizens of Allegany County. For much of the way, I followed the Genesee river,
travelling south on Route 19 as the river wound its way north in all its icy
splendor
I am a transplant, who came to western New York from the
Boston area in 1991 to go to the art school in Alfred. The jade green of the
winter river and the thought of my family waiting for me in our little stone
house on the hill in Rexville made me realize how deep my roots had grown into this part of
the world. It was six degrees as I passed through Wellsville. A light snow was
falling and darkness was coming on. It came to me that there were only four
wheels and two wool sweaters keeping me safe and warm, and I began to write
this song . . .
Four Wheel Drive
God bless four wheel drive and two
wool sweaters
They’ll keep me alive and carry me
home
God bless six degrees and a wind
that’s hard and bitter
And a warm heart waiting for me at
the end of the road
God bless white tail deer and a
winding green river
And the black bear asleep somewhere
in the ghostly hills
God bless winter storm and the red
pines that shiver
And a small gray stone house up
there in the Allegany hills
Chorus:
So let the sun shine in the morning
and the moon shine in the night
With Allegany watching, she’s gonna
be all right
And there’s a feeling driving home
tonight that makes me understand
I’ve grown roots into this land
God bless family farms, they are
truly the survivors
And the weary arms that haul the
winter feed
By the grace of God, may they grace
these hills forever
Through the turning of the seasons
from the harvest to the seed
When the hills go dark and the home
lights are gleaming
And the good dogs bark, and he’s
standing in the door
Then I’ll kiss the kids in their
beds where they lie dreaming
There’s a blessing in a winter
storm and getting home once more
Chorus:
Add: Allegany’s home, coming home
tonight
Allegany’s home, gonna be alright
Allegany’s home . . .
I think this was taken in West Almond--and hey! that's Deb Kirsch standing next to me and that little bit of blue hood is the top of Fern's head. We stopped bringing the kids to what they called the "No Dumps" (non-violent actions blocking the siting commission's attempts to access the proposed sites) soon after this, when things started getting tense. After the April first confrontation in Caneadea, where six senior citizens chained themselves to a one-lane bridge and were arrested, Governor Cuomo called a halt, ruling that a radioactive waste dump could not be place in an unwilling community. Good man.