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Herbert Foster
a true neighbor
To the Editor:
Not being in touch very much lately with my neighbor and friend, Herbert Foster, I read of his death in your obit column with its brief biography, and I just wanted to add a little to it out of my owTm memory.
When my late husband, Ed Harris and I moved to Rappahannock in 1958, Herbert Foster was one of the first neighbors to come by, checking to see how these “newcomer” farmers were getting along.
We needed lots of advice, and he proceeded to give it freely from his vast experience in growing apples, harvesting orchard grass seed, raising beef cattle and direct marketing. He knew' about the latter long before the modern era discovered “niche” and “gourmet” marketing.
To me, his life and death mark the end of an era; an era when a man could be moved off a mountain farm, part of one of the families moved out of w'hat is now' the Shenandoah National Park, and make it as a farmer.
For a long time, he worked as a carpenter “down in the country” with his brother, Stanley, to earn enough to buy land. He started out with apple trees, building up his business until Foster’s Apple Shed became a landmark in Rappahannock Countv.
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