Farm Life: The Vicar Visits

From the time of settlement of the wilderness of Virginia, traveling preachers have been the norm in the Lost River and South Branch valleys.  The immigration routes (squatters, really, on Lord Fairfax’s land grant, but that is a different story) came from the east as the Scotch-Irish moved from the Piedmont to the Shenandoah Valley into the Potomac Highlands, and the “Dutch” (Germans) came south, following the rivers upstream from New York and Pennsylvania.  With them, they brought their religious heritages, which at that time were relatively new denominations: Presbyterians, Methodists, Dunkards (Baptists and Bretheren), and Mennonites.  Their communities were distant from each other (as well as the Pope and Archbishop of Cantebury), and congregations small.  To fill their need for church leaders, the tradition of the itinerate pastor worked well.  

This tradition continued well into the 20th century, and for some smaller communities continues today with some ministers using vehicles to go between 2 or 3 churches each Sunday, or in a circuit on sequential Sundays .  In the 18th and 19th centuries, horse travel could take 2 or 3 days to reach this region through Brock’s Gap and over Crider’s to Peru.  The return trip would be the same.  Thus, the traveling minister could be in the Highlands for several weeks at a time, stopping for a few days at a time in different communities.  He would perform worship services, conduct funerals and marriages, and commune with the families, with whom he would stay.  Communion was both the service and the time together, in the spirit of “where two or three are gathered, there am I”.

For the local communities, work did not stop during these visits.  The farm, field, and homestead had chores to do every day of the year.  The preacher would not sit in the shade of the porch, waiting for the labor to be done, but would join in.  Farming, carpentry,  fixing things, and educating children were as much the pastor’s labor as the worship and rituals.  The days were filled with working the earth and the evenings with song and lessons.  Even today, here in the mountains, this tradition continues.  Many of the local pastors run farms, build houses, fix things, and teach, while ministering to their congregations and preparing for Sunday services.

My brother, The Vicar, whose comments you have read in these blogs, and his wife recently visited, much in the tradition of the itinerant preacher.  Our time was spent between touring, working in the garden, and visiting over meals in the evening, with a tune or two here and there.  But, first, was the traveling to the mountains.  Modern

In the National Gallery of Art Sculpture Garden

airplane travel brought them from the West to East Coasts, to Balitmore-Washington International Airport.  Modern interstate travel would bring them to the mountains, a three-hour drive away.  In contrast to our expectations for quick transportation, having a slower transition, gives one a sense of distance and effort.  We also stopped in Washington, D.C.  for a few hours to attend the Smithsonian Folk Life Festival, for a little cultural exposure, and to get hot in the summer sun.  Time and perspiration also make traveling feel more strenuous.

Our other two days of touring were day trips to Stauntan, VA, to visit the Woodrow Wilson Birthplace and Library, and the Frounier Culture Museum (hey! old farms you can walk around), and to Montpelier,

Woodrow Wilson Library Gardens

James Madison’s residence north of Charlotsville, VA.   If one is interested in our nation’s history, espeically the founding and Civil War periods, this area is a place to spend some time.

Our other days were spent around the mountain.  Berries are in season, and the Vicar learned that picking wineberries (wild raspberries) are easier than blueberries.  One of our goats had kids a few days before their visit.  They needed bottle feeding

Vicar at the Log Splitter

several times each day, with all the cuteness and cuddliness of any baby, assuming that you had the bottle for them.   The other goats, of course,  wanted attention, which meant pulling up grass and other plants here and there to toss over the fence for them to forage on.   Digging up things is a major task in gardens.  The wives dug new potatoes for dinner, day lilies to thin out and plant elsewhere, and lots of weeds (to feed to the goats).  The Vicar & I dug up the mailboxes, which he shall write about in a guest blog soon.

Transplanting

In all these activities, we conversed: news from home; catching up on events since my last visit to California 9 months ago; learning how much our vocations are alike in helping people.  Preparing meals and eating together was a social event, enjoying the flavors of food picked fresh from the garden & enjoying the flavors of often told stories, humor, philosophy, and religion.  We shared music, from the Dixie Cups (“Chapel of Love”) at the Folk Life Festival, to my renditions of the Native American flute from Monument Valley around the fire pit, to Wednesday Swing Dance night, and some You-Tube videos from Westgate Church, and Ray Stevens (“The Day the Squirrel Went Beserk, In the Self-Righteous Church…”).

At Montpelier

The inevitable end of the week came.  We left early (6 a.m.) for BWI, arriving in good time.  I think that they arrived back in California about the time I returned to the mountains, as I had a 10 mile back up on the highway between construction closing it down to one lane, and then parallel accidents in the right and left hand lands.  Fortunately, I knew back roads around all that, and which took me for a stop at Trader Joe’s to stock up before returning to the quiet life among the trees.

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Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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4 Responses to Farm Life: The Vicar Visits

  1. The Vicar says:

    It was a glorious visit to the mountain. The Hermit and his wife have adjusted to farm living much better that Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor did in “Green Acres”. While the pace of life may be slower on the farm, there is a certain constancy of motion that is needed to tend to all of the tasks. Work is best done in the early morning before the heat of the day and meals have to be planned out since the store is not around the corner. There was plenty of work, but there was also plenty of time to sit and stare off into the woods, or look closely at a butterfly slowly fanning it’s wings while gathering pollen from a flower in the garden. Manual labor seems exponentially less draining when done with a friend. King Solomon in reflecting on life points out that “two are better than one, because they have a good return on their work.” This certainly is the case when there are vegetables to pick, mulch to spread, goats to milk, and logs to split. It was our joy to share this time and learn the rhythms of life that work so well on the mountain.

  2. walkingsmall says:

    This country life visit is too idyllic to be believed.
    The vicar, the hermit, the wives in peaceful coexistence = perfectly believable
    That it occurred so near to Washington DC blows my theory on the goings-on there. I was blaming it on a regional malaise, soon to pass. What explanation do I turn to now, for certainly nothing that comes out of that city is believable.
    Maybe y’all could teach them a lesson in living well.

    LOVE the photos

    • hermitsdoor says:

      Our neighbor mentioned that the EPA is using either fly-over photography or satellite images to identify farms which they believe have uncovered manure piles. Agents arrange “field trips” to those farms, during which they tell the farmers how to farm. Then they threaten to fine the farmer if he does not implement the plans they have told them to follow. Bureaucrats in designer jeans and clean boots have no interesting in learning anything from country living.

      Regarding the current political show-down inside the Beltway, I wonder what scandalous amount of caffeine, cocaine, and condoms are running this show. They really can’t be that excited about tax nuances and debt ceilings.

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