Like Hobbits, Quincyans enjoy good food and drink, and gardening. And also like Hobbits, Quincyans are often quite content to ignore - and be ignored - by the world around them.
Over the weekend I was reading through the letters of Father Francis Solano Hilchenbach (d. 1898) who spent a good part of his life teaching in Quincy. In a letter he wrote to Father Leonard Neukirchen, O.F.M. on November 17, 1887, Father Hilchenbach made the following observation:
Here in Quincy everything goes its customary course; an honest slowpoke in dressing-gown and night-cap could very conveniently vegetate here. For change or excitement seldom occur; except that a few days ago some disturbance was caused in the morning lavatory when suddently it was announced: Reverend Bruener has left for Teutopolis to become a Franciscan! But that transpired so suddenly; all had been pre-arranged secretly, and before the roosters had time to crow about it, everything was back in the old rut.It almost sounds as if it came straight from Tolkien himself!