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To the editor:
I’m sad tq hear about the passing of one of the county’s prominent farmers and business man. I was well aquainted with Wade H. Massie III, growing up on his Hamden Hall Farm from age seven until I married and moved away in 1974.
I spent the best part of my childhood growing up with, and attending the Rappahannock Schools with his kids and working right alongside them in the fields during hay season in the summer months. Mr. Massie was always close by, if not engaged doing what we were. He, right along with my dad, managed to keep close eyes on each others children.
I look back and can remember a lot of great times, a few occassions of squabbles amongst us children, but for most part we all got along. I recall the Massie children and us five Lilly kids on many occassions in an open field playing soft ball as Mr. Massie stood by the fence near by, arms resting on the fence, yelling at first one than another to hit the ball, or run to base.
He would get as excited watching us play as he would if he were playing the game himself. I recall times when he would pitch for both sides, and times he would even hit a few, for all of us to chase the ball down.
That was only one side of Mr. Massie, he had not only a fun loving childish side, but the manly, fatherly, adult side as well. Life wasn’t always fun and games growing up on the farm, not his anyway. He could be strict, and raise a firm voice if need be. The sound of anger
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