This farm is one of my mom’s closest neighbors at her farm in Alton, Virginia. My mom became fast friends with the current owner’s parents. They were nicknamed Dub and Stuff. Nicest people you would EVER meet! They took my mom under their wing when she first moved out there. My mom moved from congested and somewhat fast paced Richmond to out there where the closest store is thirty minutes away.
Dub was quite an interesting man. Had a Purple Heart from World War II. He was most gracious to us whenever we were visiting. His farm was our farm. We could fish, explore, do whatever we wanted on his 1,000 acres.
His wife was Stuff. Tiniest little woman, but a spitfire! Funny as all get out and so very warm and welcoming. About eight months after my mom moved in they both died within a month or two of each other. Both died inside the house.
Fast forward to more recently. Whenever I am at the farm visiting we always get in the land mule and head over to Bill’s to visit, check on him and ask permission to explore. He has a couple of old tenant houses, a couple of slave dwellings, and up until recently he owned the house that was the old Civil War Field Hospital. That was one of my previous blog posts.
Picture above is the field hospital completely restored within the past year! The new owners did a great job!
Bill, is just like his parents, he doesn’t care what we do over there. He will let us explore his property, ghost hunt, look for arrowheads, etc. He even let Claire ride a new calf one day. That day it was around 5:00 p.m. and while I did have a red solo cup of wine with me, his offer of me getting on the calf was a big fat NO!!!! It was covered in those flies and I inched forward to pet it to see how I felt about getting on it and it I noticed feces all over him. No, I’m good, but thanks for the offer! “Now hop on Claire!” 🙂 Great neighbors to have!
One evening on one of our many visits there it was just the kids and me. Their home has a long driveway and whenever I pull up to it I ALWAYS feel like I am being watched and I don’t think it’s Bill. 🙂 On this visit we were asking him about a Native American burial ground we heard about. He told us to come inside. He knew how much I was into history and he wanted to show me a book he found of his parents. It was all about the history of their area. I sat on the couch with him to look at it.
All of a sudden his two chihuahuas ran out of the kitchen almost like something had chased them. They ran in sheer terror. Then the two cats came running. All animals sitting on the couch staring into the kitchen hissing and growling. My kids looked a bit scared. Bill acted like it was normal.
I finally asked, “what in the world is that about???!!!”
He said, “you always like to ghost hunt at the Civil War house, you need to do it here! I hear stuff all the time. Sometimes it feels like I am at a party and can hear conversations going on around me, but can never make out exactly what is being said.”
Interesting. That is EXACTLY what my mom used to say about her own house! When she first moved in she would finally say out loud before bedtime, “Please, can you all let me sleep tonight?” Whenever she asked she never heard it.
Back to Bill’s house. He has invited me to ghost hunt there. I have yet to take him up on it, but I am dying to. It has just never worked out when I am in town. His stories, his animals reactions, and my feelings of always being watched…..I am sure it would be most interesting!!
The history of their farm is so very interesting!!! His dad once found an atlatl on the property while plowing the fields. Bill showed it to me, it is amazing! Think of that history and the history of the land. Imagine the Civil War soldiers marching across the pastures to the house for help. Talk about an area rich in history!!!
One story that has always touched me about Dub and Stuff. Their family had many slaves. I have seen the cabin ruins and the slave graves. Near their main house there is a tenant house. The man that lived in it was a direct descendant of one of the family slaves. Dub and Stuff let him live in the house for free. He became an important part of their family. His health started failing and Stuff nursed him 24/7 on her own until his death.
I hope to one day soon take Bill up on his offer to ghost hunt in his house. It would be most interesting to see if I can find out who is watching me when I am there. I’ve only had that feeling a few times in my explorations. I can honestly say at his house is where I have felt it the strongest.
To read more about the neighboring farm to my mom here is a link. It is a great read!