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ByTHERESA REYNOLDS
Rappahannock News Special Writer
From 1888 to 1923 mountain „ folks in isolated hollows grew used v to seeing a very tall, angular man with a British accent approaching them on a much-too-small horse, his feet almost touching the ground.
The mountain people didn’t think that Frederick Neve was much of a horseman or “Old Harry” much of a horse. But no matter, they loved to see Neve arrive and hated to see him leave.
Frederick Neve was an Episcopal priest and, handicapped not only by being oversized by mountain standards but by severely crossed eyes (the mountain people used to joke that he had one eye on the mountains and one eye on them), he was at home and at peace in the Blue Ridge thousands of miles from the place of his birth.
Neve started out to be a barrister, as planned by his father, who managed some of the great estates of Kent, England.
They both realized that this was a mistake when, according to Neve’s diary, he spent his hours at the office trapping bumblebees and pouring
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