born and raised in rutland, but moved states when i turned 19. seeing this while on a little nostalgia trip and seeing your name on this was nuts! we literally went to school together! lmao great video though, man. really appreciate that you took the time to interview people, too.

My Dad's family lived in the Gut - the Bizzarro's of 100 South St. This video hits very close to home. I remember this community and it was a very special place. I also felt that MSJ gave me the best education and the teachers and coaches there, including my Dad Frank Bizzarro, were very special human beings. Thank you for putting this story together.

I proudly work at the old “caggies store” one of the last remaining corner store’s here in Rutland.I’m 52 years old and I remember that 10 of 9 whistle!! I really wish they’d bring that ordinance back in order. I remember all those store’s growing up.

Wonderful work Dominik!!! So true! Lots of honest commentary. I grew up on Robbins Street in the 1950s -1960s just north of State Street and West Street and the "Gut" or "Happy Valley" . Wonderful people. I had several friends from "The Gut". A wonderful tribute!

My Family is Salvatore and Carmella Gallo from South Street Rutland. My mother, Rosalie, and my brother Sal and I lived on Forrest Street. Next door was mom's sister Mary Gallo Bernardo. Most of Grampa and Gramma's children lived in 'the gut'. The Gut was so named, in my eyes, as it is prominent in Naples Italia (which I visited numerous times during my years in the U.S. Navy. Dominick, you did a marvelous job. Thank you. Vincent Dominic Odenbrett, Florida

Wow! My family moved away from Vermont when I was only four, but I loved it when we would visit. My dad, Dick Noble, always spoke fondly of the Gut. So many of the places, traditions, and terms discussed in your video brought me right back to his well-told stories. Thank you for documenting this!

Dominic you did an awesome job So happy that you interviewed my cousin Gene and his wife Jan We always had Sunday lunch at Aunt Mae’s My mom was her sister

Thank you Dominick, Made me home sick.

Loved it!!! You should make more. Nice work.

Excellent cinematography! The story pulls everything together and is a very important narrative of the culture that people deserve to know about. Great job all around, cheers

Absolutely Fabulous!!!

I was born in Rutland , VT. My grandfather was Salvatore Gallo & Grandmother lived 158 South street where he operated a little trucking company & service station. I left in 1949 when my mother remarried & we moved to Iowa .

Amazing video. I hope you do more material about Rutland.

Excellent work Dominik.

Thank you Dominik - lot's of memories of visiting the Gut with my late mother, Stella Cotrupi.

Nice work dude!

My father’s family grew up in the Gut, living on Franklin St and Granger St.

I lived in Rutland from 1945 -1949. We lived on Forest St and South St. Then lived with my grandfather Shoro at 92 Meadow Street. These are my memories as well! I've talked to my family about the wonderful life I lived in Rutland. My family and community existed in that area. Remember the Daltos as well!🥰

It was the best neighborhood to grow up in. Gene and Jan were right… we were all a big family. My grandmother lived next to the Esposito’s. I lived 3 blocks down on Forest St. great memories

Interesting and I lived in The Gut for many years, Franklin Street, the corner of River Street and Forrest Street and Meadow Street ~ I was also a lunch lady at MSJ.

Oh my gosh!! My mom rented the upstairs apartment from your grandparents on south st. I remember their store right door. We moved to corner of Granger at and First st oh the days those were days I would love to tell you about them My name is Lisa forrest however my maiden name is coffi

My grandfather Angelo Maniery moved to Granger st with his parents from Italy! Im currently raising my kids in the house my Great grandfather build! ❤️

Wonderful adaptation of Rutland gut I lived in the gut for 25 years grew up there and I loved it

Since the elders have passed, Rutland has declined. I miss my great aunts n uncles. Rutland isn't like it was 30+yrs ago.

Irish families moved in? Did they not? Wasn’t that the cross road? I dk, I’m still learning. Italians lived on one side of route 7, Irish moved on the east side? Just a question. Either way… I’ve always lived in the “gut” proud owner of that that! P.S. I’m not Italian. I have been to St. Peter’s school, I’ve been to IHM as well.

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Wow! So many great memories here by the Italians, of the Italians. Did anyone realize that there actually were Jewish and Irish families in the neighborhood as well? Even as Catholics, our Irish family was not nearly as welcomed and "popular" as this Italian majority. As a very young child, I recall being bullied quite a bit for looking different by having "freckles!" What a shock, freckles! I wonder if this is because we were one of these "other families" who moved in (see 7:18). Or was the real problem "those Jews?" After all, their temple was (is) pretty close to The Gut! Yes, there was something about those Italian families that was different from others, as the Esposito's explain at 8:05. Perhaps it was just that they "clung to what they knew," as they say here. In modern times, this is what we call "xenophobia." I'm curious, though- when all these "other families" moved in to the Gut, what was done to welcome them? Include them? Maybe even acknowledge them? Or was that too far from what "you knew and had to cling to?" And as far as these wonderful parochial schools go.....if your family did not have the money to pay them, you did not go. And some of us were reminded of that by the kids that did go, on a regular basis. Even the ones whose families were on Food Stamps, I kid you not! Sorry to digress, back to these wonderful Catholic institutions. Remember our good Father Paquette, of Christ the King Church? You should. I wonder how many of our citizens were molested as young children by this monster disguised as a Priest. And then enabled over and over again by this same Catholic institution. For reference, please read: The Blue Hole, a memoir by Dan Gilman. Unless you want to throw Mr. Gilman under the bus with those damn Jews & Irish & other invaders of your Glorious Gut.