What is.. the exhibitor community at.Eastern Market, but a collection of small businesses

Support  real "LOCAL" micro' small tiny...-  every weekend not just one week out of the year.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/18/small-business-week_n_3461967.html

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5 Ways To Support Local Businesses

 During Small Business Week: Forbes

Forbes  |  By Ty KiiselPosted: 06/18/2013 6:12 pm EDT  |  Updated: 06/19/2013 1:08 pm EDT

"Since 1963 when President John F. Kenney first officially introduced Small BusinessWeek, every president has signed the proclamation to recognize the entrepreneurial spirit that drives most small business owners. From Main Street to Wall Street, small business is an important part of the U.S. Economy. The 30 million or so small businesses in the United States create roughly two out of every three jobs. What’s more, most communities depend on the strength of their local businesses to grow and thrive.

On Monday, President Obama declared June 16-22, 2013 as National Small Business Week and stated, “America’s small businesses reflect the best of who we are as a Nation—daring and innovative, courageous and hopeful, always working hard and looking ahead for the next great idea.”

I couldn’t agree more with the President when he proclaims, “In America, we believe that anyone willing to work hard and take risks can get their good idea off the ground and into the marketplace. It is a notion that has made our Nation bold and bright, and the best place to do business for generations—from small-town storefronts to pioneering startups that keep our country on the cutting edge. This week, we celebrate America’s entrepreneurial spirit, and we recommit to helping our small businesses get ahead.”

I grew up in a small business family and worked in the family business. I’ve spent my entire career working in small businesses as an employee as well as a business owner. When most people think of “small business,” they think of the businesses you’d typically find along Main Street. Most of my career has been in Main Street type businesses. And, Lendio, where I work now, is a small business.

When I’m on the road I love traveling through the small towns that dot the old highways. It doesn’t matter if it’s the small towns that line the Oregon Coast or little towns like Marysvale, Circleville, or Orderville, Utah, I can’t help but smile as I see local shopkeepers revitalizing towns simply by doing business. Nevertheless, being a Main Street business owner is not for the faint of heart. When I see Main Streets scrubbed and polished, I know it’s the grit and determination of the local small business community that’s making it happen—and I stop to participate a little in their local economy.

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The importance of doing this was reinforced last summer as some friends and I opted to ride the Loneliest Road in America across Nevada. We stopped for lunch at the Toiyabe Café in Austin. In it’s heyday, silver mining was this part of Nevada’s claim to fame. In fact, some of these little towns once boasted some pretty impressive population numbers for the time.

Over hamburgers and milkshakes I asked the owner what kept her place in business—it was obvious there was no industry to support her town. She said, “It’s Highway 50 and folks like you that keep us alive these days.”

The Nevada Department of Tourism has created a passport that encourages travelers to get off the interstate and experience something a little different. In each town you can stop and get a stamp on your passport and collect a souvenir by sending in the completed book at the end of your trip. The $5 or $6 here and there along the route was actually keeping many of these businesses alive.

I want to take the trip again, if for no other reason than to support the small business owners along the route. With that in mind, here are a couple of things you can do to celebrate small business week and help the local businesses in your community:

1. Enjoy dinner in a locally owned and operated restaurant: My favorite place to eat is a local Mexican restaurant my wife and I go to every week. The food is great, the service is good, and they recognize that I’m a regular. Local businesses depend on local patrons to keep them in business. They don’t have the media budgets the big chains do and depend on word of mouth to bring traffic in the door. This week, expand your horizons and visit a local restaurant you’ve never been to before.

2. Buy your groceries from a local grocer or the farmer’s market: The few dollars you might spend buying groceries this week from a local business will put the money back into the community and you might be surprised at how good the produce from the farmer’s market will taste.

3. Tell a friend about a favorite local business: With social media it’s easier than ever to tell your friends about your favorite local restaurant, bookstore, or other business. Visit their Facebook page and “Like” their page or even comment about the things you like about them. This week, you might even share the Facebook page of one of your favorite local businesses. Dime City Cycles may not be in Utah where I live, but they’re a Main Street business I follow. If you’re into motorcycles, you might want to check out their Facebook page.

4. Share with your friends and family the important role small businesses play within the national economy: Teaching your children about small business or sharing your thoughts about the American dream with your friends might sound corny, but who knows, you might be encouraging a future entrepreneur and put a spark into the next generation of small business owners.

5. It starts with appreciating small business: The small businesses in your area are what helps keep your community alive and thriving. But it doesn’t stop there. Collectively, small businesses have been the single biggest job creators in the U.S. since the 70s. I think that’s worth appreciating.

I’ve always been impressed with the resilience of Main Street business owners regardless of where their business might be located. By patronizing and sharing your favorite places with your friends, they might be able to celebrate small business week too.

This week I’m going to make sure I do as much business as I can with local businesses—will you?"

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/18/small-business-week_n_3461967.html 

Tom Rall Archives: The Flea Market at Eastern Market

Tom Rall (founder and manager of The Flea Market at Eastern Market 1984-2011) finished college the same year I was born, 1967.  Sometime in 2010, Tom loaned me piles of photos and other documentation of his life at the market.  Something was happening,without fanfare or ceremony a torch was being passed. I had thought back in 2009 when I started writing about folk at the market that "I would not allow 'my group and our shared past to be causally erased' not this time - not on my watch.  By entrusting me with these images Mr. Rall was telling me, 'yes it is your watch now.'

One of the ways that the telling or rather construction of history can be judged is on the writers or tellers ability to obtain primary documentation (* the concept of written documentation as most important is a construct of 'western civilization').  I could not get better primary documentation than those of Mr. Rall.


Who built this community...Eastern Market

John Harrod
Tom Rall
The Exhibitors
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqW46vyds-tFFCq5LrA05ug

and...
The ten of thousands of customers, friends, family, local, international, regional folk
came and come to shop and share.
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If one is lucky, one of the things that happens in a life time is you grow up, older, wiser and you watch children grow into adulthood.  As an introduction to these images, a conversation with one who grew up at Eastern Market- Mr. William Mc Dougle.

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                                                       The Danger of a Single Story

http://turtleswebbmyviewfromhere.blogspot.com/2011/08/danger-of-single-story-turtles-webb.html
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Tom Rall ; Archives images

Eddie The Book man

Elenor Drabo 

Doris Little "The Button Lady" 

Simmie Knoxs

Jessie Dunham 

Vernon and Cornell Burnett

                                                                          Roberta Knox

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Founder of the The Flea Market at Eastern Market: Tom Rall

held his wedding at Market 5 Gallery now the empty north hall at Eastern Market

Tom Rall gives a kiss to wife Debbi Tucker

                     Invited guest, long time exhibitor at the market: furniture maker

Invited guest: Stalwarts of the exhibitor community

Becky M and Linda Brown

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Who built this community, maintained, nourished, supported it, and watched it grow?
What has this place and these people meant to folks....



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The following images are from a photo essay published on the eastern market dot net website in November of 2003.


"The Many Faces of Eastern Market" : A Photo Essay Online

by: Bill Severe


 Tom gave me a copy of the images and  and he also included an email dating 11/21/2003. In that email he spoke about his life experiences at the market,


"For me Eastern Market has always been about the people, Rall said, and Severe has captured the great diversity among our exhibitors. I truly feel they make my job one of the most interesting in the world.

In the future we plan to expand the essay to include more and more of the important people-the South Hall merchants; the Center Hall potters; the North Hall Market 5 Gallery, the Saturday Market Festival arts and crafts exhibitors and, finally the customers without whose support w wouldn't exist."

The photos were taken the first Sunday in November, a 77F- degree day, and the next Sunday, a 50F degree one with a wind chill near freezing.  It takes a strong, adaptable person to do this kind of work every week, Rall said in admiring the determination of his fellow exhibitors.

Rall, who has manged the Sunday flea market for 20 years, is also an exhibitor, who sells vintage photographic lantern slides and stereo views, contemporary art pottery, antique maps and prints along with a few other interesting items of inventory."

Joel,  Tom,  (lower right hand corner *Joe  Shymanski*)

Kim, Noor, Mayling,  Larry, Alan, Becky Golsh

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What city would not celebrate this achievement?  This diverse multicultural and generation community is what folk dreamed of, fought and died for.  And it is real!  Every weekend one can take part: and become apart of this beauty.  Who would think of destroying it?  Money can not rebuild it, neither can lies, corporate or personal greed.  What are the elements, factors, structures, belief, cultural mores that build a community.  How quickly can one abandon, erase, negative and forget it?

Sonda Tamarr Allen

Witnessing

Turtle's Webb
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Post Script: June 2015- Tom Rall's 70th birthday party and The Flea Market at Eastern Market

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http://rallbt.wordpress.com/2013/05/

Envisioning Visions

by: Brady Rall 

"I don’t want to be an artist.

I don’t want to be a superhero.

I don’t want to be a doctor, a politician, a lawyer, or a journalist…

I want to be a thinker,

a dreamer,

a believer in trust and love.

I don’t want to separate humanity,

work for a destructive power plant,

or cry salty tears of dissatisfaction.

I want to revel in the hopes of others,

work towards a common goal,

find solidarity in a creative community.

America:"

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Freedom's Plow

By: Langston Hughes


When a man starts out with nothing,

When a man starts out with his hands

Empty, but clean,

When a man starts to build a world,

He starts first with himself

And the faith that is in his heart-

The strength there,

The will there to build.



First in the heart is the dream-

Then the mind starts seeking a way.

His eyes look out on the world,

On the great wooded world,

On the rich soil of the world,

On the rivers of the world.



The eyes see there materials for building,

See the difficulties, too, and the obstacles.

The mind seeks a way to overcome these obstacles.

The hand seeks tools to cut the wood,

To till the soil, and harness the power of the waters.

Then the hand seeks other hands to help,

A community of hands to help-

Thus the dream becomes not one man’s dream alone,

But a community dream.

Not my dream alone, but our dream.

Not my world alone,

But your world and my world,

Belonging to all the hands who build.



A long time ago, but not too long ago,

Ships came from across the sea

Bringing the Pilgrims and prayer-makers,

Adventurers and booty seekers,

Free men and indentured servants,

Slave men and slave masters, all new-

To a new world, America!



With billowing sails the galleons came

Bringing men and dreams, women and dreams.

In little bands together,

Heart reaching out to heart,

Hand reaching out to hand,

They began to build our land.

Some were free hands

Seeking a greater freedom,

Some were indentured hands

Hoping to find their freedom,

Some were slave hands

Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,

But the word was there always:

Freedom.



Down into the earth went the plow

In the free hands and the slave hands,

In indentured hands and adventurous hands,

Turning the rich soil went the plow in many hands

That planted and harvested the food that fed

And the cotton that clothed America.

Clang against the trees went the ax into many hands

That hewed and shaped the rooftops of America.

Splash into the rivers and the seas went the boat-hulls

That moved and transported America.

Crack went the whips that drove the horses

Across the plains of America.

Free hands and slave hands,

Indentured hands, adventurous hands,

White hands and black hands

Held the plow handles,

Ax handles, hammer handles,

Launched the boats and whipped the horses

That fed and housed and moved America.

Thus together through labor,

All these hands made America.



Labor! Out of labor came villages

And the towns that grew cities.

Labor! Out of labor came the rowboats

And the sailboats and the steamboats,

Came the wagons, and the coaches,

Covered wagons, stage coaches,

Out of labor came the factories,

Came the foundries, came the railroads.

Came the marts and markets, shops and stores,

Came the mighty products moulded, manufactured,

Sold in shops, piled in warehouses,

Shipped the wide world over:

Out of labor-white hands and black hands-

Came the dream, the strength, the will,

And the way to build America.

Now it is Me here, and You there.

Now it’s Manhattan, Chicago,

Seattle, New Orleans,

Boston and El Paso-

Now it’s the U.S.A.



A long time ago, but not too long ago, a man said:

ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL--

ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATOR

WITH CERTAIN UNALIENABLE RIGHTS--

AMONG THESE LIFE, LIBERTY

AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.

His name was Jefferson. There were slaves then,

But in their hearts the slaves believed him, too,

And silently too for granted

That what he said was also meant for them.

It was a long time ago,

But not so long ago at that, Lincoln said:

NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH

TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN

WITHOUT THAT OTHER’S CONSENT.

There were slaves then, too,

But in their hearts the slaves knew

What he said must be meant for every human being-

Else it had no meaning for anyone.

Then a man said:

BETTER TO DIE FREE

THAN TO LIVE SLAVES

He was a colored man who had been a slave

But had run away to freedom.

And the slaves knew

What Frederick Douglass said was true.



With John Brown at Harper’s Ferry, Negroes died.

John Brown was hung.

Before the Civil War, days were dark,

And nobody knew for sure

When freedom would triumph

"Or if it would," thought some.

But others new it had to triumph.

In those dark days of slavery,

Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,

The slaves made up a song:

Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!

That song meant just what it said: Hold On!

Freedom will come!

Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!

Out of war it came, bloody and terrible!

But it came!

Some there were, as always,

Who doubted that the war would end right,

That the slaves would be free,

Or that the union would stand,

But now we know how it all came out.

Out of the darkest days for people and a nation,

We know now how it came out.

There was light when the battle clouds rolled away.

There was a great wooded land,

And men united as a nation.



America is a dream.

The poet says it was promises.

The people say it is promises-that will come true.

The people do not always say things out loud,

Nor write them down on paper.

The people often hold

Great thoughts in their deepest hearts

And sometimes only blunderingly express them,

Haltingly and stumblingly say them,

And faultily put them into practice.

The people do not always understand each other.

But there is, somewhere there,

Always the trying to understand,

And the trying to say,

"You are a man. Together we are building our land."



America!

Land created in common,

Dream nourished in common,

Keep your hand on the plow! Hold on!

If the house is not yet finished,

Don’t be discouraged, builder!

If the fight is not yet won,

Don’t be weary, soldier!

The plan and the pattern is here,

Woven from the beginning

Into the warp and woof of America:

ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL.

NO MAN IS GOOD ENOUGH

TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN

WITHOUT HIS CONSENT.

BETTER DIE FREE,

THAN TO LIVE SLAVES.

Who said those things? Americans!

Who owns those words? America!

Who is America? You, me!

We are America!

To the enemy who would conquer us from without,

We say, NO!

To the enemy who would divide

And conquer us from within,

We say, NO!

FREEDOM!

BROTHERHOOD!

DEMOCRACY!

To all the enemies of these great words:

We say, NO!



A long time ago,

An enslaved people heading toward freedom

Made up a song:

Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!

The plow plowed a new furrow

Across the field of history.

Into that furrow the freedom seed was dropped.

From that seed a tree grew, is growing, will ever grow.

That tree is for everybody,

For all America, for all the world.

May its branches spread and shelter grow

Until all races and all peoples know its shade.

KEEP YOUR HAND ON THE PLOW! HOLD ON!