Dean's World

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Of Bees and Second Chances

I just returned home from spending several days in a very rural part of the country - upstate Pennsylvania, Wellsboro to be precise. I haven't written much about my experiences there, mainly due to the fact that I'm still mulling them over to see what they mean to me. Being a suburbanite who has spent a lot of time in big cities and abroad, I've never really thought much about rural America. However the older I become, the more likely I imagine myself living there. There's a lot to be said for clean air, rolling hills without McMansions covering them, and people who work hard without complaint. I feel like I experienced something deep and wonderful that is currently not ready to be formed into words and coralled by grammar and syntax. But here is a try.

Last Friday the Family visited Draper's Super Bee Apiary. Since we came late in the day, we were given a personal tour of the apiary by Bill Draper, the founder's son and current head of the operation. In a small warehouse we saw boxes of beeswax, gallon jugs and 50 gallon drums of honey. On shelves were observation hives - safety glass mounted in frames of oak, maple and cherry. By connecting a wooden tunnel between the outside and the hive, you can watch bee activity from the safety and comfort of the indoors. Bill had two of these set up, one with a bee cam where people from all over the world can see what Bill's bees are up to.

Bill showed us around the operation, and took time answering all of our questions. He explained the workings of the hives, and spoke lovingly about the bees. He also mentioned how his business had boomed from the Internet, how his small company in upstate PA fills orders from Korea, China and Japan for honey, beeswax and propolis - a resin that the bees excrete which some believe has medicinal properties. His son, Royal, setup and maintains the website. When we met him he had just finished edging around some of the hundreds of outside hives the family owns. He was attended to by his dog, a beagle that he had nursed back to health after it had been hit by a car. As the dog bounced around excited at his master's presence, Bill talked about bees while using his bare hands to protect the Kid's ears and eyes from a few annoyed and inquisitive bees.

On a door in the warehouse hung several photographs and letters from the White House and George W. Bush. Surrounding these, and tacked on walls all around the operation were thank you cards from children and adults that had visited or purchased products from the Draper's from around the world. It was clear to the Wife and me that this was a family-run operation that was growing thanks to a combination of factors: the ubiquity of the Internet, fast and inexpensive shipping, and the traditional values of family, patriotism and solid, no-nonsense customer service. While we were there the phone didn't stop ringing for more than a minute or two. Bill Draper apologized for each interruption, but we were happy to see him busy as he took orders from Texas and California.

Driving by the outfit one would think that the Draper's Super Bee Apiary was a thing of the past. However, stop by and you will see the a truly innovative and high-technology operation. The Drapers produce and distribute high quality products. They provide the kind of customer service that makes one feel good about giving them business, and they do so from an area of the country people may not know much about (at least, I didn't).

I plan to keep bees someday soon, and you can bet that Draper's Super Bee Apiary will be my first stop when I set up my hives. In the meantime I am happy knowing that in upstate PA there is a bright spark of innovation.

Well, there are several sparks - a growing firestorm actually. In fact that's the big issue I'm struggling to write about. What I saw was a part of the country was not what I was expecting. I didn't see an area mired in the poverty of its past, but one that was coming alive after the boom and bust of heavy industry, mining and logging. I felt that the region was undergoing a new revival, getting a second chance at success and prosperity.

I'm a big believer in second chances, or what the Kid calls "do-overs". Northern PA/Southern New York is at the beginning of a massive do-over, and the Draper Family is leading the way. I'll probably join them eventually in Rural America someday, but until then all I can do is tell you that something is happening out there in Rural America - and it's something worth writing about.

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Kevin D (mail) (www):
Ugh... bees. I hate bees. Hate bees. Wanna see me scream and run away like a girl> Get a bee near me. Or a bumble bee, hornet or wasp.

They are not creatures of a kind and loving God. They only proof I might accept of the non-existance of God or His evilness.

So, yeah, I really, really hate bees. F**k bees!
5.4.2006 2:58pm
John Irving (mail):
I have a similar phobia to Kevin, but bees I like. . from a distance. Wasps and hornets should die screaming.

I've always flinched away from flying stinging insects, since I was stung in the throat by a wasp as a child. This turned into a major test during my graduation formation from basic training when a yellowjacket landed on the right lens of my glasses and proceeded to crawl all over my face.

I stayed still and calm until back at the barracks, where I proceeded to throw up.
5.4.2006 3:07pm
Scott Kirwin (mail) (www):
As a gardener, I've learned to like bees. I began considering keeping them when I learned that they were under attack by a mite, and entire hives were getting wiped out.
5.4.2006 3:29pm
Derek:
My dislike of flying, stining insects does not outweigh my appreciation for their ecological benefits.

And this is after having had a wasp fly up my pantsleg and get a couple dozen stings in around my knee.
5.4.2006 3:46pm
Kevin D (mail) (www):
God, I'm cringing just reading these stories!
5.4.2006 3:48pm
Scott Kirwin (mail) (www):
Kevin, they're just bees. You would have freaked out when you saw my kitchen about 2 weeks ago. It was crawling with sugar ants: target - honey in the cupboard. I sang Adam &the Ants songs as I squished the little buggers.
5.4.2006 3:56pm
JoetheFarmer (mail):
I'm a pretty hardcore apiaphobe myself. On the other hand, I do understand the crucial role played by bees in the ecosystem (wasps and hornets, I'm less clear on). So I'm happy to have an understanding with the bees whereby they leave me alone, and I'll do the same for them.

Coincidentily, I spent some time in western NY and PA myself, on a motorcycle trip recently. There were lots of bees who chose to end their short and brutish lives on my helmet, windshield, headlight, jacket, pants - you get the idea. Okay, maybe they didn't CHOOSE that end, but you'd think they'd learn to stay away from the interstates.
5.4.2006 4:06pm
maryatexitzero (mail):
Bees only attack when you threaten them. Of course, you don't mean to 'attack' a bee when it flies under your armpit or up your pants..

For the most part I like bees, especially bumblebees, but I hate, hate, hate waspy yellow jackets. They don't make any honey, they don't pollinate flowers - their only purpose is to sting barefoot kids in the summertime. I finally learned how to kill them by squishing them with a wadded up paper towel or by letting our lizard eat them. That has made my world a better place.
5.4.2006 4:33pm
cardeblu (mail):
However the older I become, the more likely I imagine myself living there. There's a lot to be said for clean air, rolling hills without McMansions covering them, and people who work hard without complaint.
I tend to believe that is the dream of more people than not. A small vineyard nestled in the countryside with far-spaced neighbors sounds great.

However, because those things are wanted by so many and can be attained to some degree or the other, the "clean air, rolling hills" inevitably give way to the McMansions.

Sad, but true...
5.4.2006 5:35pm
BK (mail):
Depends on just how close you want to be to "civilization".

Wyoming probably doesn't have that problem. But, then you have to live in Wyoming :-)

I grew up living not less that 45 minutes from the nearest town with a movie theater. As I get older, I'm not sure I want to retire to somewhere that close.
5.4.2006 6:12pm
Paul Burgess (www):
I live on a gravel road, five or six miles from the nearest town of a few hundred souls. Fifteen miles from the nearest supermarket. Thirty-five miles from the nearest small city. Far enough from the big cities that during the daytime, you can pick up only one station on the AM dial below 900.

And you couldn't pay me to move back to the city again.

I grew up in a town of just over a thousand. I've lived in cities, in small towns, and in rural areas. And I intend for the foreseeable future to stay put out here in the country, where I am now.
5.4.2006 6:42pm
Scott Kirwin (mail) (www):
Paul
Good points.

We all belong somewhere, and where that "somewhere" is may change - or not - at times in our lives. I am not attacking those that love a big city. I am rather fond of New York and Chicago myself and lived in the latter during my late teens. I even believe that the suburbs have things to offer if one is open to them, as it has to me over the past 10 years.

But where I am today I simply want to be with my family, Nature and my own thoughts. I believe that rural America best fulfills those desires.
5.5.2006 10:05am
Ken Hall (www):
Scott--

Did Mr. Draper talk about the mite issue at all? There are two--varroa mites and tracheal mites. Some hives seem to be better at "cleaning" than others, and exhibit better resistance &survival rates. There's also been talk of importing Chinese bees, which are naturally resistant (and are not aggressive in the way that African/Africanized bees are).

I give 'em a wide berth, but I love having them around. How the heck else is my apple tree supposed to get pollinated?
5.5.2006 11:57am