Green Hill Farm: A Retrospective
Ten years ago this year, my husband, Scott and I moved to the place where I grew-up. Although Green Hill Farm in rural Virginia is a 100-year-old family farm, the main house was built around 1790, the brick cottage between 1750-1775, and the farm was referred to as Green Hill as early as the mid-1800s. My great-grandparents bought this farm in 1912 and started Green Hill Dairy Farm. My grandfather was only 2-years old when they moved here, and his sister Florence was born in the main house in 1915. My grandparents were married in December 1933, moved into the brick cottage and continued with the family farm. My dad was born upstairs in the cottage in 1940.
I spent the first part of my life in an environment of beautiful scenery, mountains, meadows, fresh air, fruit trees, vegetable gardens, farm animals and most importantly, living next door to my grandparents. I have wonderful memories of watching my Grandma Rieley make black raspberry jam, shell butter beans with the colander on her lap, and cut flowers from my great-grandmother’s lilac and sweet shrub bushes to make a lovely bouquet for me to take to my 3rd grade teacher. I remember the smell of freshly cut hay and running around barefoot in the summertime catching lightening bugs with friends. It was only after growing-up and moving away that I realized how lucky I’d been to grow up in such a place. It was this love of family and memories of my childhood that inspired me to embark on the restoration of my family homeplace. It has been and continues to be a labor of love.
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