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AS A LITTLE GIRL: Reba at age two in front of her home.
He showed me the schoolhouse turned restaurant where his grandmother, father and other relatives had attended school, we hiked up Old Rag. He showed me the many charming houses of Flint Hill that his great grandfather had built, but it hadn’t yet come alive in the way Reba Lawson Dabney would help it to become.
I listened on my limited day trips, soaking in the beautiful mountain views and the therapeutic atmosphere that I found so refreshing in contrast to our lives in the city.
Then one day in the fall of 2000, Reba called and made a request. She had seen an advertisement in the Rappahannock News, (which she has delivered weekly to her apartment in D.C.) announcing that the last home in which her parents had lived in Flint Hill was up for sale. She wanted to see it, possibly one last time.
It was a quaint little cape cod, set back off of the main street of Flint Hill. Her father, W.A. Lawson had built it 60 years ago and it had been over 40 years since her mother had moved away from Flint Hill after the death of her husband. Reba wanted to re-kindle some old memories while she had the opportunity.
Re-kindle she did. It was so special to walk through the empty home
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