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Growing up in Rappahannock County was a wonderful thing for me, but it was different from what rfty urban brethren experienced. Oneway to demonstrate this is to look at what I thought of as “special days,” i.e., of all the days of the years, which ones did I look forward to the most.
For some of us, one of those days would be the last day of school. Ah, freedom! Just as surely, for others, who may have been somewhat more isolated or scholarly, it was probably the first day of school.
Certainly, there was Christmas, and, to those in my family, your birthday. It wasn’t for presents, for, quite frankly, when I was a kid, there weren’t many birthday presents. But, our Mother gave us permission to pick what we wanted for supper that night.
If memory serves correctly, Charles and I almost always chose fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy and home made chocolate ice cream. I know that was my choice.
Now, here’s where we diverge a bit on special days from what the kids in big cities like Front Royal and Warrenton might remember. Two of biggest days for me were the first day of hunting season and the first day of fishing season. They were like the greatest holidays.
And for hunting season, they might just as well have been school holidays, for very few boys that I grew up with went to school that day. I seem to recall that for a few years, the school planned a teachers’ work day or some such to coincide with the first day of hunting
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