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To the editor:
Sometimes an era ends so gently, so quietly, that we fail to take note of it. On Wednesday, Flint Hill’s CornerPost Restaurant quietly changed hands. Not a skipped beat for its patrons — the little eatery is not closing even for a day.
Yet, an era ended Wednesday. We watched Peggy Clark take the jump into the restaurant business 10 years ago. Remember that time? Runaway inflation followed as quickly by deep recession: many chose to sell businesses, not open new ones. Not Peggy. She gathered up her energies, her resources, her dreams — and her courage — to build a business that was to become a community institution. The little shed-shaped building with its unpretentious pink clapboard became just what Peggy wanted it to be: a wonderfully warm gathering spot for Rappahannock “people of every stripe.
Eventually, as happens with institutions, some traditions were bom. A men’s luncheon group met daily in the center of the upstairs dining room (the unknowing newcomer who joined the long, openended table did so at his own peril!) The Lions met for dinner every other Wednesday night in the lower dining room and entertained the non-Lions upstairs with the pledges of allegiance and patriotic songs. A group of elderly widows were regulars on Thursday nights.
Then there were special events — a Rappahannock hunt annual meeting, a women’s club meeting, an aerobics group celebrating the end of a hard but healthy year.
Meanwhile, the loners discovered the CornerPost. People who didn’t have families, who didn’t feel like cooking or just wanted some warm food and folks around them drifted in on a regular basis. Peggy had a special way with them. She
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