Meeting the Candidates


Tedd White (left) and Lark Thwing at the Candidates' Forum

Monday evening as I sat at a forum for candidates running for selectman in my hometown of Hawley, Massachusetts, I wondered what it would be like if we knew all of our candidates personally—particularly those in the upcoming presidential race.

My guess is that if I’d known Barack Obama and Mitt Romney for years, I’d be less inclined to listen to their positions and policies and more inclined to draw on my experience with them to judge their fitness for office. I’d know whether Mitt really cares about those he works with, whether Barack can really use his giant brain for practical purposes.

On the other hand, as the forum showed me, I’d probably have a much harder time making up my mind between the two.

I’ve known one of the candidates, Tedd White, since we were teenagers if not longer. His father and grandfather were farmers before him down the road, fixtures in the town and in my youth. I watched his sons grow up.

I’ve known the other candidate, Lark Thwing, for at least 20 years. His late parents were dear friends to me and to just about everybody else in town. And Lark and his wife Beth have become friends as well since they retired to live in the town. (Like me, Lark spent every childhood summer in Hawley.)

Also present at the candidates forum: a stuffed cow. (I have no idea why.)

We don’t usually have multiple candidates for positions in Hawley. In fact, we frequently have no candidates at all. Hawley is generally a sleepy little town. That sleepy little town is at a crossroad just now, however, so everything to do with its government is a little abnormal.

The problems all started with Hurricane Irene. Last summer shortly after the hurricane I wrote an essay about the many ways in which Irene seemed to have brought our town together. I was optimistic about the future.

Unfortunately, the aftermath of the hurricane divided the town. The controversy revolved around river cleanup.

Most of our part of Hawley runs along the Chickley River. The river suffered hugely during the storm, destroying large chunks of the road and gushing onto people’s lawns and fields. We were lucky no one was hurt and not too much property was destroyed.

After the flood, the town, the state, and the National Guard set to work repairing the roads. Fixing the river was trickier. The selectmen wanted to clean up the river, which was filled with debris, and to re-route it in spots to help prevent future flooding.

One of the selectmen in particular had been longing to work on the river for years (he loves to go out and play with his machinery!) and saw the emergency as a chance to fulfill his dream.

The selectmen had trouble persuading federal and state officials to tell them how much aid (if any) the town might be able to obtain for river cleanup. Worried that snow would fall before they learned about funding, they decided to start the work as quickly as possible and trust to their political connections to secure reimbursement later.

The selectmen received a temporary emergency permit to work in the river. The work they spearheaded became controversial almost immediately, however, as it went beyond what many Hawleyites had envisioned.

Concerned citizens, the town conservation commission, the state department of environmental protection, and odds and ends of groups including a conservation organization called Trout Unlimited protested the scope and efficacy of the work. The state eventually issued a stop-work order.

Personalities flared, and two major factions developed in town. One viewed the selectmen as absolute heroes and berated those who had brought “outsiders” in to interfere with town business. The other maintained that the selectmen had vastly, even dangerously, exceeded their mandate. Each group argued that the other was involving the town in potential expense and litigation.

The worst part of it all, from my point of view, was that much of the time neither side could quite bring itself to believe that the other was acting in good faith.

The crisis was exacerbated by the fact that two of our three selectmen were gravely ill and therefore not working at their peak. One, our honored selectboard chair Darwin Clark, died in the middle of March.

Darwin had lived in Hawley all of his life. He attended one of the town’s last one-room schools in his youth and spoke with an accent that was specific to the town. A dairy farmer, he was what my father used to call a “country slicker”—a rural dweller who was razor sharp about local matters.

Unfortunately, Darwin’s illness over the last year meant that the town could not draw on his experience and wisdom very much during the river crisis. It is his seat on the board that Tedd and Lark aspire to fill.

I listened attentively to the candidates Monday night. Both spoke with civility and eloquence. They clearly have different visions of the town’s future.

Tedd talked about his training as a decision maker and pledged to work to lower taxes (an admirable hope but in my opinion a doomed one). He also reminded us of his family’s long-standing ties to Hawley, ties people in town value.

Lark spoke of building consensus, of improving communication among townspeople. He touched on his history of bringing people together at work and in volunteer organizations.

Both candidates come from families with a history of civic involvement. Both have supporters and signs all over our little hamlet.

Lark’s signs are colorful and straightforward. Tedd’s signs are plain but a little catchier in their wording, which mostly refers to his dairy farm. One promises that he will “work for the town until the cows come home.” Another says he “won’t milk the taxpayers dry.” My favorite appears at the bottom of this essay.

Both these men are neighbors so I know that they love Hawley and that they are generous and competent. I don’t agree with both of them all the time. I do think either of them would make a hardworking, likeable selectman. Would that our presidential choice were this difficult!

I plan to vote for Lark Thwing on Election Day next week. I think his flexibility, his desire to include more people in town affairs, and his cautious neutrality on the river issue will stand him (and the town) in good stead if he becomes our selectman.

Nevertheless, I wish I could vote for both candidates. And I hope with all my heart that whoever wins will help us find a way to heal the divisions in our town.

My favorite campaign sign of the season. Eat your hearts out, Barack and Mitt!

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4 comments on “Meeting the Candidates

  1. Doris Matthews says:

    If I lived in Hawley, my vote would go with the “udders”! Keep on keepin’ on.

    • tinkyweisblat says:

      Doris–The “udder” candidate did indeed win. It was a LONG night counting votes; we had about 160 voters turn out, which is more than we had for the last presidential election. I hope Tedd is pleased. Lark is still doing a lot of stuff for the town, and I hope he will get a chance to run for selectman again another year…..

  2. Doris Matthews says:

    Congrats to Tedd. (I just couldn’t resist the pun)! Who knows, maybe Lark will do great things for Hawley in another capacity. He sounds like a caring kind of guy.

    • tinkyweisblat says:

      I’ll give Tedd your congratulations, Doris. And Lark is ALREADY on several town committees so he’s certainly not lacking in town involvement.

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