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Hope Elephants | A Haven for Injured and Aging Elephants

Hope Elephants | A Haven for Injured and Aging Elephants
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In Hope, Maine, a community rallies behind an improbably dream of providing a safe haven for injured and aging elephants.

Seven miles northwest of Camden, Maine, lies a town called Hope. Some 1,600 people live among its hills and ponds; it’s a place where for years a local fundraiser has published a calendar of townspeople’s birthdays, so that nobody forgets to congratulate you when they see you at the general store or the post office, which in Hope is the same place. There are farms and orchards, a cobbler, a bagpipe maker, builders, carpenters, artists, and a center for home-schooling information: country Maine with a counterculture energy, a sense of people making their own way. Like so many small towns in Maine, its separate stories patch together into one community. But Hope today is like no other town in New England. In Hope, the children dream of elephants.

The story begins in a small Adirondack town in the 1960s. Schroon Lake, like Hope, held about 1,600 people, with roads that led to forest and water. Jim Laurita grew up there, one of eight children of a schoolteacher father. When he was 8 or 9, the circus came to town, and when it left, Jim and his brother, Tom, a year older, taught their dog tricks and learned to juggle. Tom joined a troupe of students touring the Northeast; eventually he left college to join first Circus Kirk, and then Carson & Barnes in Hugo, Oklahoma. In 1978 Jim followed. “To see the country,” he says today. The 25 elephants at Carson & Barnes worked all day, training, hauling enormous tents, pulling trucks out of mud. When Jim first tried to coax one of the elephants to move, the animal swatted him to the ground. “I was told, ‘You’re on the shovel until you’ve proved you can work with these animals,’” he recalls. “So that’s what I did. I proved I had an aptitude. And I ended up working with them in the ring.”

For the past 20 years, Jim Laurita has been the local veterinarian in Hope, caring for his neighbors’ pets from his Camden practice; he tells me his story while standing in a spanking-new barn beside the farmhouse where he lives with his wife and two sons. A light morning rain is falling. The barn opens to a fenced paddock, where an apple tree and piles of thick brush stand encircled by greenery. He points out that the barn floor is covered with soft sand, eight inches deep; it will be warmed by radiant heat. In the center a hillock rises, support to help an old elephant stand. And here his story circles back to that young man seeking adventure, and to Rosie, an Asian elephant, orphaned as a baby.

“Rosie was the cleverest one,” he remembers. “She was called ‘Little Boss,’ and wherever she went, the others followed. Rosie and Sis would signal you with their trunks to come over. Then they’d grab your hand and put it in their mouths to pet their tongues. You could lie down on them on cool days, and they just radiated heat. When Sis woke up, she’d lift her trunk and just feel all around you without moving.” He shakes his head: “Those kinds of things stick with you.”

His story wends its way through summers spent with circus elephants, and at the Bronx Zoo, Wildlife Safari in Oregon, and Cornell’s veterinary school; Jim once tranquilized elephants in India to prevent them from entering villages, where they would have been shot. He’d experienced a life with elephants that hardly anyone in Hope knew about. He’s 53 now, and when he speaks of elephants, he wants his listener to understand their extraordinary intelligence and how threatened they are—all in one breath.

“You’re not sure you’re smarter than they are,” Jim explains. He tells me about Obert, a male elephant at Carson & Barnes: “I was having a beer, and he kept shaking his trunk, grabbing for the can. It was empty, but he kept grabbing for it. So I gave it to him, and he crushed it and started digging up roots with it. He had formed a tool with a purpose. By the end of the week, a line of elephants were using that can to dig up roots.”

Then he rattles off grim statistics: the Asian herd decimated, with only 30,000 individuals remaining; more than 35,000 elephants killed each year in sub-Saharan Africa for their hides, meat, and ivory tusks. “They suffer so much trauma,” he says. “Elephants are like the Grand Canyon; they’re part of the biological heritage of the earth. We need to make sure that future generations can see them.”

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