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needed to be relocated. Nevertheless we fell in love with it. It sat on 10 acres and had a two-acre pond in the back, which was fed by a swift tributary of the Hazel River and fresh, cold springs.
The only neighbor in sight was Emerson Smith, whose house sat on 600 acres across the street. After some serious pleading, my Mom consented to the “last move.”
We moved to Amissville the fall of 1974. This was “the country” and it took a little adjusting but we embraced our new way of life. It was a good place to grow up. You could ride your bike to Hackleys Store for a cold coke; if you drank it on the spot you could get a dime back. We would go to Elmer’s garage and watch Mr. Jenkins do oil changes while feasting on ice cream sandwiches. Life in Rappahannock County was a pristine adventure. For a child of 10 it was a dream come true.
Move ahead 30 years. I still live on that same piece of land— my wife and I are raising two children of our own, in a home that we built when the original old home was destroyed by fire. As I awoke last weekend to the sound of heavy equipment working just up the road it dawned on me that Rappahannock County is changing. It is kind of like a baby kitten or puppy or even your own children. You see them everyday and you really don’t notice the change until they are fullygrown.
I can stand on our front porch and count 12 houses
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