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Carrying the Baxter Legacy into the Future:

A Case for Expanded Thinking


Comments by Connie Baxter Marlow in conjunction with the photography exhibit
RHYTHMS OF CREATION: THE BAXTER LEGACY, an exhibit of images and ideas
by Jack Baxter, Connie Baxter Marlow and Ali Baxter Marlow. July 14, 2000.

Given that today is July 14, French Independence Day, and that our country has just
celebrated our own Independence Day, I would like to speak to you tonight of freedom.

This talk is given in conjunction with the photography exhibit: RHYTHMS OF


CREATION: THE BAXTER LEGACY, an exhibit of images and ideas. I am therefore
bound to weave together the apparently disparate elements before us into a connected and
cohesive whole.

The elements we have are: six generations of Baxters, the indigenous peoples of the
world, Katahdin and freedom. How, you ask, can there be a thread that will bring these
together? I will weave a tapestry tonight using the concepts embodied in the
aforementioned elements - and by the end of this evening will have given you a new
image, a new point of view that perhaps you may hang on the wall of that inner sanctum
you carry deep within, and from which you might take courage and inspiration as you go
forward with your lives.

The title of this talk is Carrying the Baxter Legacy into the Future: A Case for Expanded
Thinking.

I will therefore use the Baxter Legacy as the backdrop. What was, is, the Baxter Legacy?
First we might define the word legacy: Webster calls it Something handed down from
one who has gone before. As a descendant of James Phinney Baxter, six-time mayor of
Portland and kin of his son Percival Baxter, Governor of Maine; having been raised in
Pittsfield, Maine by Jack Baxter, Maine legislator, community leader and businessman, I
find that the fibers of my being reflect those ideals and the thinking that drove James
Phinney and Percival to live extraordinary lives in service to humanity and all of Creation.

James Phinney Baxter, my great, great grandfather, was born in Gorham, Maine, the son
of a country family doctor who practiced his profession in the small towns of rural Maine.
To quote my uncle Percys biography of his father It was a rough and ready life where
native ability and common sense were the chief factors in curing disease and healing
broken bones. My father, raised in this wholesome self-reliant atmosphere, learned of the
efficacy of simple remedies and became well-grounded in the rules of sane living. He
preached correct living as the prevention of disease. Dr. Elihus big heart led him not to
trouble about collecting his bills for his professional services, which kept things simple
and led to James embarking early on his business career at age 15 to finance his education.
James Phinney went on to marry and raise his eight children to be, in the words of Percy,
self-reliant. Percy goes on to state that there was no pretense, no sham, and the usual
striving for social position was unknown in his household. James taught his children that
what a man had in wealth or position was of no moment as compared with what he was,
and that character was the foundation of happiness and real success. Kindliness and
consideration for others, a live-and-let-live attitude and a true spirit of democracy
prevailed at all times, and the house was governed by kindness, not fear, by patience, not
command. James Phinney, according to his son was unaffected, patient, simple and
natural, he believed in his country, state and city. He was progressive, taking a bold stand
for Womens Suffrage, parks in his city and the humane treatment of animals. Money was
of secondary importance to him, simply a means to an end, the end being the opportunity
money afforded for leisure and the time to study and work in congenial fields. He loved
the out-of-doors, animals; his home and children were everything to him. He taught his
children to love animals, there was no limit to the number of pets allowed them. In this
way he taught them to be humane. He had vision far ahead of his contemporaries, his
business career was founded on uprightness, he never exploited people for private gain.
He did not seek great riches, but acquired a fortune ample enough to provide for his
family and to give generously. He was devoted to books and to Art and wanted others to
enjoy them. He gave libraries and founded The Portland Society of Art. His public service
was entirely unselfish and he had no ambition for high office. Percy closes his biography
with a most telling sentence. My father had faith in mankind, faith in the future of
America, faith in God and faith in the world to come. James Phinney often said that he
was thankful that his lot had been cast in the State of Maine, a State that had no equal, and
a people whose character and industry were unsurpassed.(1)

Percy often referred to becoming imbued with the ideas of his father. On vivisection he
stated it is needless to say that my fathers sentiments are my own. With that I will infer
that Percival, who lived in close relationship with his father throughout his life, went on to
embody Jamess ideals in his personal and political life. He went public with them so to
speak - and used political position and wealth to achieve ends in service to Creation
seldom, if ever, displayed before or since in the political arena. Standing for Womens
Suffrage, women in government, opposition to the KKK; providing for the disadvantaged
and the deaf; championing the animals through anti-vivisection laws, lowering the
statehouse flag upon the death of his dog Garry, honoring the land and future generations
through the personal gifts of Katahdin, Mackworth Island and Baxter Woods; fighting to
keep the water power in Maine all etched his memory and that of his father into the minds
and hearts of the Maine people.

So, you ask, how does all this which occurred 70 to 100 years ago relate to indigenous
peoples today, Katahdin and freedom? And where do the 3 current generations of Baxters
fit into this tapestry. And what happened to the 2 generations of Baxters in our line who
played out their lives between James and Jack. Before I address the first question, I will
touch on the latter. And be advised that I am only speaking of the line of Baxters that are
my ancestors - Hartley Cone Baxter (son of JPB, older half-brother of PPB) and John L.
Baxter, son of Hartley. From what I can tell post Civil War industrial growth created great
demand for the pioneering food packing company, H.C. Baxter and Brothers (Hartley and
two brothers, Rupert and James), products. The packing and processing of corn, peas and
other vegetables brought wealth to Hartley, and the Baxters of Maine continued to be
national leaders in the canning industry. But all the values aforementioned were strong in
the psyche, and simplicity reigned. Pretense and the striving for social position still were
unknown. Hartley had yachts and a mansion in Brunswick, but his son John, who
participated in the family business, leading it through its potato and vegetable freezing
era , was a professor at heart and chose ultimately to live simply on Merrymeeting Bay in
Topsham. Much of James Phinneys wealth had passed to Percival, and the canning
business, as my father once explained - at first a big frog in a little pond, became a little
frog in a lake with the growth and dominance of Green Giant and other large companies
from the Mid-west. Jack, Johns son and my father, who inherited a soon to be declining
business, moved his family from Brunswick to the small town of Pittsfield where he could
be close to the packing plants and where he played out many of the concepts that typified
James Phinneys life and beliefs; primarily public service, family, underlying simplicity and
a lack of pretense.

This move led to the raising of another generation of Baxters in small town, rural Maine.
This upbringing left a lasting imprint on me as I went out into the world and subsequently
raised a family of my own in the mountains of Colorado. Jack ultimately merged H.C.
Baxter and Brother with a company in Oregon and moved West my freshman year in
college. Jack went on to become the president of the food division of a Hawaiian-based
Fortune 500 company. This opened up a world to me far beyond Maines borders.

And so six generations came full circle - from the rural Maine values of farm life gleaned
by James Phinney Baxter from his father and mother Elihu and Sarah - through the
acquisition of wealth and power and the use of it for the highest ideals of humanity, to the
return to small town Maine, and a going forth out into the world for me - carrying rural
Maine and the Baxter legacy and wondering what it was that made me and my family
different in a world apparently obsessed with money, status and material possessions. I
became a seeker.

My culture did not work for me. Something was missing. My ancestors had exemplified a
way of being that seemed contrary to the order of the day. Those values of public service,
extraordinary generosity, concern for all of Creation and future generations, and the
courage to stand up for ones convictions appeared to be in short supply. I began to
search for the missing pieces. I transferred to Berkeley for my senior year in college in
1967 and watched my peers go to war with the establishment. I took up with an Austrian
ski champion, tried to become and Austrian haus-frau, and went to Europe looking to see
if it was there Id find a way of life that embodied the deep human attributes of
compassion and vision I was carrying from my ancestors.

And then in 1976, I made my first journey to Santa Fe, New Mexico where I discovered
what my heart had been yearning for: A people whose thinking embodied the ideals that
composed me, ideals that I knew to be possible in the human condition, but werent, for
some reason, being integrated into the current culture.

I discovered on coming into contact with Native Americans and their way of life the same
thing Christopher Columbus discovered when he first set foot on American soil and
subsequently wrote to his king: They are an affectionate people, free from avarice and
agreeable to everything. I certify to your highnesses that in all the world I do not believe
there is a better people or a better country. They love their neighbors as themselves and
they have the softest and gentlest voices and are always smiling. They may go naked but
you may be assured that they have very good customs among themselves and the king
maintains a most marvelous state, where everything takes place in an appropriate manner.
It is a pleasure to see all of this. Tuesday, December 25, 1492.(2)

On that trip to Santa Fe, I picked up a map put out by AAA entitled Indian Country and
it was as if that map spoke to me. It said You have destiny here. It wasnt until the
early 80s after I had married and become a mother that I came to understand that destiny.
By then I had promised a great gift to humanity - children, healthy in body, mind and
spirit, who would carry on the high ideals of my family. I felt, however, that in order to
educate my children properly, I had to expose them to Native thinking. My life and my
childrens lives became a journey into the unsung reaches of the human condition - where
generosity, service to future generations, the common good and a reverence for all of
Creation and an honoring of the human heart and spirit were the foundation upon which a
way of life had been built. I resonated deeply to these principles and felt more at home
with my Indian friends than I felt in the white culture. The photographs in my family
albums on display in this exhibit are photos I took as a member of the famiies of the
various tribes my children and I have visited over the years. These photos were never
intended for display, but in an effort to honor my father as a photographer, I pulled them
out, to join him and my daughter Ali in the 3 generations photography exhibit.

So why, if Columbus himself could recognize the higher attributes of Native American
culture, did people of his time and many who followed them seek to destroy them as
savages? It is a complex and painful question that today runs deep in the American
psyche.

As James Phinney Baxter did, so do I have trust in mankind, trust in the future of America,
an understanding of a higher power and trust in the world to come. To me there has been
a secret purpose to history. I see that purpose is ultimately to bring the love in the
human heart to bear on the human condition and to enhance the rest of Creation with its
beauty.

The human race had to play out its fear, its ideas of separation, the violent aspect of its
nature, its concepts of scarcity and limitation. We have done that. All of us, the white
race, the red race, the yellow race and the black race have each played out these attributes
in our own way - that is what we call history.

Today we sit in an art gallery, close by the grave of James Phinney Baxter and his family,
pondering the possible connection of his life and beliefs to a people he himself considered
savage. And through the eyes of his descendant we see an astounding parallel. What
must James be thinking about all this?

In the movie Amistad there was for me a key line. When John Quincy Adams asked
Cinque the black man from Africa what he could do to further his cause before the highest
court of the land. Cinque replied I will do the only thing I can do. I will invoke the spirit
of my ancestors. Because it is for this day that they ever existed at all.

That we are gathered here today is not an accident. James Phinney Baxter and Percival
Baxter set the stage for each of us now to take up courage and inspiration from their lives,
beliefs and ideals. It is time now for us to look beyond the confines of the scientific
paradigm and bring a broader reality to bear on our lives. Biologist Ludvig Von
Bertalanffy is quoted in the book MYSTICS AS A FORCE FOR CHANGE as finding no
necessary opposition between the rational way of thinking and the intuitive experience.
He states In moments of scientific discovery I have an intuitive insight into grand
design.(3)

From my experiences with the Native American culture I have come to understand that
they have kept alive a connection with the unseen forces of the universe, they have stayed
in contact with the conscious aspects of the rest of Creation, and they have held a
reverence for all of life. In my understanding their knowing is not to be described as a
religion or a belief system. In its pure form, Native thought gives us clues as to the true
nature of things and how to walk on Earth with an open heart in balance with all of
Creation. It is a trust-based paradigm, where ones life unfolds in the flow of the love and
perfection of all things.

What is the Truth or nature of things and how do we embody it in our social living?(4)
For me that is the question that our hearts are asking.

Henry David Thoreau in his conclusion to Walden gave a simple, but powerful explanation
of how to align ourselves with the Truth and to live it daily: I learned this, at least, by my
experiment, that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors
to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common
hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal and
more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him, or the old laws
will be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with
the license of a higher order of beings.

James Phinney Baxter and Percival Baxter lived these words of Thoreau and became great
men. Native American thought holds these and many other concepts and answers
strangely aligned with the life and works of Christ and all the great men and women
throughout history, yet it adds dimensions not yet grasped by the modern mind. And it is
here that the thread of Katahdin enters the tapestry. Katahdin, known and honored as a
sacred mountain by the Wabanaki people, and given in trust by Percival Baxter to the
people of Maine whom he loved so dearly - is in my experience and estimation a carrier of
the Truth energy and a conscious, living entity that plays an active role in the lives of
anyone who comes in contact with it. The power of this mountain is felt by the skeptic,
the believer, all people, regardless or race, creed, color or economic status. Neil Rolde
expressed it in words we can all hear: Katahdin has a haunting effect on people, a
presence of its own, a richness even beyond its imposing natural grandeur. (5) For those
with a geologic bent, (it) is simply the most prominent of the peaks that tectonic
movement thrust up here and the eons of existence have word down. But its magic hold
on us - Native Americans and we who have come afterward - keeps it as a prominent
fixture in our consciousness - engendering discussions like this as we try to divine this
great rocks hold on past and present and no doubt future generations.(6)

And I will close with the great ideal of freedom that we all dream about, have fought for
and for which our great country stands. When will we be free? Free from the tyranny of
our own minds. Free from fear, free from the constructs of a belief system that negates
the beauty that lies within us, and that surrounds us, nurtures us, loves us unconditionally
and provides for us?

I say that time is now.

Thank you.

NOTES:

1. From two biographies written by Percival Baxter on his father: James Phinney Baxter,
Historian by Percival P. Baxter, Governor of Maine. Written for the Maine Writers
Research Club. James Phinney Baxter, A Life-long Opponent of Vivisection: The
Provisions of his Will by Percival P. Baxter, Governor of Maine. Written for the Christian
Science Monitor.

2. Discovered in an art exhibit by Karen Moss at the Museum of our National Heritage,
Lexington, Mass. July 5, 2000. From the papers of Christopher Columbus.

3. Mystics as a Force for Change. Sisirkumar Ghose. A Quest Book. The Theosophical
Publishing House. Wheaton, IL. p.5.

4. IBID. p. 27.

5. The Baxters of Maine: Downeast Visionaries. Neil Rolde Tilbury House Publishers.
p.228.

6. Neil Rolde. In a discussion in conjunction with the exhibit: Looking at Katahdin: The
Artists Inspiration at Hinkley, Maine. Fall 1999.

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