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Last week, one of Rappahannock County’s most famous residents quietly left the county for the last time.
James J. Kilpatrick, of White Walnut Hill Farm outside Woodville, moved with his wife Marie to Charleston, South Carolina.
This week, his final column bearing the “Scrabble” dateline appeared in newspapers across the country. It was titled simply, “Saying goodbye to Rappahannock County.”
But, as usual, those spare words belied the beauty of the prose that followed. In a reminescence of his 24 years in Rappahannock, Mr. Kilpatrick evoked a verbal portrait of the county and its splendor through the seasons that left my mind swimming.
“Why can’t I write like that?” I asked myself. The answer, of course, is that no one else can write like that. No one describes our county with the eloquence and obvious love of Mr. Kilpatrick’s writing.
I’ve been reading Mr. Kilpatrick since long before I ever dreamed I would be his neighbor. ;Long before, in fact, I dreamed that I would enter ;his profession.
You see, my dad was a journalist, and as when -my brother and I were young Dad passed along examples of Mr. Kilpatrick’s writing as some of the best. T Whether he is writing about politics or lanIguage, Mr. Kilpatrick weaves words into verbal ;tapestries stunning in their eloquence and persuasiveness.
Later, as a teenager in the turbulent ’60s, Dad clipped Mr. Kilpatrick’s columns to buttress his -arguments in favor of conservatism — arguments 'that generally fell on the deaf, liberal ears of his •older son.
Frankly, they often left me angry; because although I disagreed vehemently with his conclusions, I couldn’t fault the logic and thought that produced them.
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