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The Deer Story-- Part 2

1/13/2018

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​PART TWO:  The Deer Story
 
The next morning, with the deer still in our hatchback and still dead, it was my turn to ante up. I drove to a butcher shop out in the countryside and parked outside the main building. Resolute and strong, I approached the counter. I really did know these country ways, after all!
 
After ascertaining the legality of the kill, the man behind the counter said, “So how would you like it cut?”
 
Ummm. How would I like it cut?  “Well, I’d like it mostly ground in one-pound packages,” I said tentatively.
 
“You want the hams butterflied?” He said. “’Course, it’s up to you.”
 
Butterflied hams? Was that like bacon with wings or something? Busted! Seconds passed, and I knew I had to ‘fess up.
 
“Okay, I said humbly, “I really don’t know what I’m doing. It that’s what most people get, then that’s what I want─butterflied hams and the rest ground.” He kindly kept his thoughts to himself and wrote up the order.
 
“And, oh,” I added, “the hunter wants you to save the head.” He nodded his acknowledgement without flinching.
 
Mission accomplished! All that remained of my new adventure in rural living was picking up the meat in a couple days. When I returned, I received neatly wrapped and labeled packages of meat, flash-frozen and ready for my freezer. As I wrote the check, I mentally calculated how much I was paying per pound. Not bad, I thought─and for such healthy, low-fat meat, too. I turned to leave and the man said, “The head is out in the shed.”
 
Oh yeah. The head. Gross.
 
“Look, would you mind putting it in a trash bag and taking it out to my car for me?” I asked, hoping my pitiful glance would soften his heat. It worked. I didn’t have to look at the disembodied head, which I delivered forthwith to the hunter.
 
These rural life things take time. Now I’m trained and ready for that kind of thing.
 
The venison was fantastic. For months, my family never knew whether I was serving round venison, ground beef, ground turkey , or any combination thereof. We played “guess what meat this is” around the dinner table. The butterflied ham steaks were delectable─a culinary delight.
 
This event took place many years ago, and this former city girl has made the central Shenandoah Valley her home for over 25 years now. I don’t miss suburban living one tiny bit. In my book, living here beats suburban living by a coon’s age, whatever that is.
 
So if you know any hunters with freezer space for meat, just tell them to give me a holler. I’ll be right over.
 
Copyright 2016 by Barbara Finnegan – Used with permission.
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Winter Musings

1/11/2018

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January is here, with eyes that keenly glow,
A frost-mailed warrior
Striding a shadowy steed of snow.
Edgar Fawcett (1847-1904)
 

 
Winter is the season of rest. Nature slows down, and the ground rests from growing crops.
 
Sometimes the weather is so finicky we’re forced to take a time-out even though our schedules say we don’t have a moment to spare. Temperatures have warmed up quite a bit in the past few days, but last week was one of those deep-freeze winter blessings when moving too far from the woodstove was like a venture into the Arctic Circle.
 
Winter gives us moments to ponder on the miracles of the seasons—on the beauty of change and the comforts of routine. It shares the hope of a New Year—a clean slate to draw our hopes, dreams, and goals. Each year we can, in a sense, shed our old skin and begin anew, anticipating rebirth and awaiting the first buds of spring.
 
What are some goals you have this year? Are there routines you’d like to start? Habits you’d like to break? I look forward to hearing your thoughts. 


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Chilly New Year

1/7/2017

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​And so, on the 13th day of Christmas, the holiday season has been packed away in cardboard boxes and plastic totes. The skiff of snow on the ground reminds us however, that, although Christmas is over, there is still a lot of winter to wade through.
 
Tonight, icy winds are whistling-- rattling windows, stirring up bare branches, and turning the neighbor’s decorative flag into a twisted knot. You can’t really take a deep breath outside. The air is like a hundred tiny knives stabbing your nostrils and threatening to make mincemeat of your lungs. Even the outdoor cat takes one look out the sliding glass doors and turns disdainfully back to the wood stove. The mice can wait.
 
We spent several days last week revisiting our friends in Custer’s Mill. The story is unfolding, and we’re hoping to have it ready to read by early summer. Perhaps that is wishful thinking, because we’re also starting to write a non-fiction book on the process of collaborative writing (more later). One of the questions we’re consistently asked during book talks is “how do three of you write one novel?” Excellent question—one we don’t always know how to answer, as much of our process flows organically. But not always. Sometimes our ideas don’t mesh, and our thoughts about how the story should flow diverge. The writing process is enigmatic at best and chaotic at worst. Somehow we manage, though. Somehow the story comes through!
 
We hope you’re as excited about reading our stories as we are about writing them!

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New Years and New Beginnings

12/28/2016

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​The new year is three days away. On Saturday night we’ll tuck away all of the memories of 2016 and open a fresh notebook to begin recording the happenings of 2017.  There is something energizing about starting a new year. The slate is clean, the world is fresh, and undiscovered possibilities lie on the horizon.
 
I have turned my resolutions into goals, and most of my goals are the same each year. (Obviously, the idea of mastery is not a prerequisite for recording an aspiration!) One goal I list each year is to write more.
 
My creativity appears to peak in January, and invariably dwindles as the long days of summer approach.  I start many projects in winter, and many of them have disappeared by early March. My main goal this year is to hold on to the creative spirit in every season. To write, to share, to be vulnerable. For vulnerability is a big part of writing. Baring ones soul to an indiscriminate public can be risky. What if my ideas are misunderstood? What if I sound eccentric and unbelievable? What if my words aren’t true? I suppose if writers stopped too long to analyze those abrasive questions, we wouldn’t put many of our thoughts on paper.
 
At any rate, Book #2 of the Custer’s Mill Mystery series is well underway, and we hope to publish in the spring and began to share them with the public by early summer. We’re excited to be immersed in the lives of the fine folks of Custer’s Mill once again. We found the library ladies still hard at work – not only on library business, but also in renovating the old Brubaker mansion. In her will, Miss Bertha left the house and grounds to her unconventional friends, and they are busy turning the old estate into a cozy tea room.  Former detective, Jake Preston, is now Custer’s Mill police chief, and Emma, his unwieldy sidekick, is still conducting solo side investigations. But as art imitates life, all is not well in the little town. New residents bring new troubles, and soon, murder will strike again.
 
We hope you will enjoy this next visit to Custer’s Mill.  In the meantime, I hope to hold on to my writing schedule and connect with you more often!
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The Pumpkin Patch

10/29/2016

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The big news in Custer’s Mill this week is that Jacob Craun finally opened his pumpkin patch to the public! For years he’d grown magnificent pumpkins of all shapes and sizes, but not many people saw the vast assortment of colorful vegetables. Not that Jacob was stingy or unwilling to share his bounty, he just didn’t think people would be interested in his hobby. Did I mention that pumpkins are the only thing he grows on his seven acre farm?
Well, after about thirty years, his wife finally convinced him that folks would probably like to see the many varieties of pumpkins that dotted the back field. So this year, he’s offering free wagon rides down to the patch. Young Kate Preston was one of his first passengers. She persuaded her dad, the new town sheriff, to buy her seven pumpkins – one of each kind. What they’ll do with such an impressive collection remains to be seen. Their little house barely holds its two occupants. Maybe they’ll fill the front porch with a variety of jack-o-lanterns. Or maybe one of the sheriff’s admiring female entourage will make him a couple dozen pumpkin pies.

The Custer’s Mill Community Church is having a jumble sale next week. Rumor has it they’re selling the old pump organ that’s been housed in the sanctuary for what seems like a hundred years. There has been a lot of rumbling both for and against the sale. I just wonder who would buy such a piece of antiquity. Maybe we should take it on Antiques Roadshow to see what it’s worth before we so quickly dispose of it. Or maybe we should just let it remain in its corner beneath the stained glass representation of the Baptism of St. John. So many things to think about on this cool October eve!
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Fall Festival in Custer's Mill

10/27/2016

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​The hollow winds begin to blow,
The clouds look black, the glass is low;
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
And spiders from their cobwebs peep.
–Dr. Edward Jenner (1749–1823)
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It’s autumn in Custer’s Mill. The morning fog drapes low over the mountains, and the smell of wood smoke hangs in the air. The town is resting up from a busy weekend: the annual Fall Festival. It’s the one day out of the year that the county Health Department turns its head and allows the good folks of Custer’s Mill to share the results of their summer bounty.
Reba Dove’s tomato pie definitely earned five stars from the locals, and Jane Miller’s corn pudding was gobbled up so fast that she had to run home and make another batch. The only culinary offering that raised eyebrows was Laurence George’s raw oyster stew. Even though he was giving away free samples, he still barely made a dent in the huge vat of slimy liquid. Serafina Wimsey’s herb table was busy all day. She offered fresh sprigs of rosemary and lavender tied with lace, freshly potted basil and thyme plants, and an enormous range of essential oils.
The festival was successful for the library too. Their book sale was a popular event, and many folks left with brown paper bags stocked full of winter reading materials. Library volunteers Jane Allman and Marguerite White were especially glad to see the book sale items leave the front of the library. In their opinion, the room was too small for the regular library maneuverings, and when you added a couple of tables filled with books to the space, it made shelving materials even more cramped and awkward.
All in all, it was a good day, and the citizens of Custer’s Mill deserve a lazy Monday morning. But soon, Hoyt Miller will finish his last drop of coffee and head to the town office, Nanette Steele will lumber out to the barn to feed her bleating goats, and the big yellow school bus will carry Kate Preston off to the elementary school. Another week is about to unfold in the small town of Custer’s Mill.

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Finding October

10/8/2016

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Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
(From  A Child’s Garden of Verses, 1885)

In other gardens
And all up the vale
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
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Although October is my favorite month of the year, I seem to have trouble holding on to it. Time seems to take on a new rate of travel this time of year, and before I know it, it’s Halloween and October has passed me by once again.
This year, I am intentionally trying to enjoy October. So far the rainy weekends are keeping me from the fall tasks of cleaning off the garden and putting the flower beds to rest for the winter. But I am doing my best to soak in the signs of the changing seasons: darker mornings, lengthening shadows, and subtly turning colors.
I’ve put a pumpkin on my porch, and set a pot of yellow mums beside it. A minimal decoration, but a purposeful contribution to my awareness of the month! October will not pass by unnoticed this year!

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A Deer Story -- Part 1  (by Barbara Finnegan)

7/22/2016

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A Deer Story, Part 1July 22, 2016
by Barbara FinneganUntil my family moved to the Shenandoah Valley, we were major-city suburban types. Paved roads, sidewalks everywhere, gutters, and trash and snow removal were just some of the amenities we expected without really paying attention to them. But my grandparents lived “in the country,” so I felt pretty knowledgeable about rural life.
Not long after our move, I was in conversation with a coworker, talking about the upcoming hunting season. She told me her husband loved to hunt, but they had a freezer full of venison and she didn’t want any more. “If he gets a deer this season, do you want it?” she asked.
“That would be great,” I answered enthusiastically. My tone was smooth and casual, but I thought to myself, “Yes! Free meat!” Feeling shrewd and thrifty, I pictured stacks of labeled and neatly wrapped meat in our freezer—and significant savings to our always-stretched grocery budget.
The weeks passed, and the conversation was forgotten, when I received a call at home one crisp fall day. The hunter had bagged a young buck, and it was hanging in a local barn. We could pick it up in a couple of days. Hanging in a barn! Pick it up? The whole thing?
And not only that, but at the end of the call, my friend added, “He’d like to keep the head, so you can just bring that back for him.”
Indeed. I thanked her calmly on the phone before the panic set in.
“Okay, we can do this,” I told myself. Surely our ancestors had done this many times.  Not to worry. So, knowing how important it is to delegate to avoid becoming overwhelmed, I asked my husband to retrieve the deer from the barn. He brought it home in the hatchback of our small car.
Our children gathered ‘round the back of the car and peered at the carcass through the glass. “I think it’s alive, I saw it move,” said one son. “Why are its eyes open—can it see us?” said another. Putting on my cloak of parental calm and assurance, I told them no, it was not alive, and it couldn’t see us. And, for good measure, I told them we were getting our meat just like hunters did in the olden days. They weren’t convinced.
To be continued
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Party Lines

3/3/2016

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Anybody remember those old telephone “party lines?” Some might argue that those first communication channels were better than Twitter and Facebook, and possibly even superior to Instagram (minus the pictures, of course). Pick up the phone at the right time, and you might hear who is visiting whom, who might be cheating on their spouse, lying to the preacher, stealing from the country store or secretly courting the milkman!
The telephone system in Rockingham County had a rather auspicious beginning in – of all places – the tiny town of Bergton. Two young girls, Ada and Pearl Wittig, were the first switchboard operators in the area in the late 1800’s. The first switchboard was located in the Wittig house behind the Bergton Store.
But usually, when folks think about the telephone system in Bergton, they think of Vanny Moyers. Albert Savannah Moyers “Vanny,” was a pioneer in telephone operations. In the early 1900’s, he moved the switchboard to his 200 acre farm some 2500 feet up West Mountain. With the help of some books on electricity and telephony he managed to build – by hand – a stronger, more far-reaching switchboard.
A few years later, in 1905, the Harrisonburg Telephone Company helped to organize the Dovesville Telephone Company. They strung wires from their homes up to the mountain top switchboard, using trees for telephone poles. The first board of directors for the telephone company included: Siram May, L.P.Souder, S.G. Wittig, Michael Fink, Benj. Smith, William Wittig, and John F. Wittig.
The first telephone customers used a magnetic telephone, which held four batteries. They were all on the same party line and could easily listen in on their neighbors’ conversations. Each household with a telephone had a separate ring, with “long” and “short” ringtones. Folks had to listen carefully and count the “longs” and the “shorts” to hear if the phone was ringing for them or for a neighbor
Vanny was the only person in the area who had a radio. He often helped the community stay informed of international and national events by turning on his radio and opening the telephone lines for everybody to hear.
Although communication devices have come a long way since the old party lines, human nature has stayed pretty much the same! We are still interested in the details of our neighbors’ lives—their comings and goings, joys and tragedies. Fortunately, we don’t have to listen in on conversations anymore. We can read it all – and comment on it all — on the latest forms of social media!
Information from Local Lore of the Shenandoah (Cullers/Lilliendahl) and an interview with Kenny May of Bergton
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The Dream That Didn't Come True

2/3/2016

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In 1880, a man by the name of . E.D. Root moved to town of Broadway. He had  a head full of bold ideas and a radical plan for developing this growing community. Root established a newspaper in 1888 calledThe Broadway Enterprise. (The town already had a weekly newspaper – Broadway Echo—started by William Grim the previous year. A decade later, yet another newspaper began circulation in Broadway,The Broadway News, published by George Jamison and John Fravel.)
E.D. Root was a man whose vision went far beyond his  publishing career. He was convinced that Broadway had the makings of the “Ideal City.”   In his Prospectus of Virginia Valley Land and Improvement Company of Broadway,” he wrote: “exaggerated statements always work damage to all concerned, therefore, we present the merits of our claims for recognition from men of all classes and all avocations, feeling convinced the course adopted will build our town and make Broadway the leading town of the Shenandoah Valley.”
Root sold stock in the company to enthusiastic buyers. Company officers included representatives from Broadway and from Wall Street in New York.
The prospectus boasted that “Broadway is the nucleus of a coming city of manufacturing and commercial status.” It assured prospective buyers that “…even the most conservative citizens believe Broadway will have from eight to ten thousand (population) before two years go by.”
Root talked of the vast iron, lead and zinc ores, and the abundance of timber in Broadway. He also praised the many successful businesses already established in the town. He noted “one large pottery, one flour mill, one corn and plaster mill, one creamery, one tannery, one lime kiln, five general stores, one drug store, one foundry and machine shop, one broom handle factory, two wagon manufacturers, one sash, blind and door factory, one saddle and harness factory, one barrel factory, two weekly newspapers, one hardware store, one jewelry store, three churches, one school, one Masonic Temple Hall and one opera house.” Root had also made plans to build a grand hotel in the center of town.
There were several factors that contributed to the demise of Root’s dreams. For starters, the city he planned required a vast amount of capital. The “rich resources” he had depended on were not as plentiful as he had hoped. Contrary to his expectations, Wall Street investors did not hurry to the tiny town to buy parcels of land.
Nature also worked against Root. In July of 1884, a cyclone struck Broadway, and in September of the same year, a hurricane swept over the area.
Root finally gave up his dream of the “Ideal City.” Before he left the area entirely, he moved to Harrisonburg and tried running for the Senate as a Republican candidate. When he lost to Democrat S.S. Turner, he took what was left of his finances and moved elsewhere.
The town of Broadway is still not close to Mr. Root’s population estimation of 8,000 – 10,000 residents. Recent annexation and a barrage of building projects have, however, set the town on a path of steady growth. Perhaps Broadway will never become the hub of activity envisioned by that optimistic Northerner, but it seems to be humming along just fine.
(Information from “Regards to Broadway: The Story of an American Town  Cullers and Lilliendahl)
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