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in a quiet neighborhood within walking distance of my school, which was across the street from Blackwelders Farm. (A child could walk to school unattended in 1971). The farm covered more then 300 acres. It was loaded with apple trees and had several ponds fed by numerous streams and springs. On it stood a beautiful old plantation home. My class would take field trips to the farm and explore the streams and search for crawfish. The next time you travel I66 east to Washington, D.C. take a look at the old farm; you’ll pass right by it. It’s now called the “Vienna Metro Station.”
During the time we lived in Vienna my Dad would load us into his old Plymouth Valiant every Sunday and take us on a fishing adventure. It was hard to tell where we would end up. It might be Goose Creek, Little River or some other remote stream or pond he stumbled upon. Many of those drives would lead to Route 211 via Route 29, both of which were two-lane divided byways in those days, extending from Route 66 to Skyline Drive.
Once, while passing through Rappahannock County and a little village called Amissville, my Dad suddenly hit the brakes. On the left side of Route 211 sat a huge white two-story house with four columns stretching from ground to roof. We made a quick turn around and pulled into the driveway for a closer look. The old home had been abandoned and needed some repair and the two horses that had taken refuge inside
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