It’s been quite a year with a lot of changes and it’s good to go home. Funny. I haven’t lived here since I was 10-years-old, but after all these years, I still call it “home”. Mom and Dad are from this area, and moved back up here about 30-years ago. Over the years, we’ve spent time visiting in the Spring and Summer or around the Holidays. As we approach the house, John Denver’s song, “Country Roads,” comes to mind.
Mom and Dad built this house on top of a hill on 10-acres of land.
The trees are so thick you can’t see it from the road, even when all the leaves have fallen.
The boys are happy to be here and Charlie is ecstacic!
Early this morning, Dad and I road into town so he could check his mail. This old Post Office hasn’t changed much. I remember the painting on the wall from when I was a kid.
Right across the street from the Post Office is the Courthouse and standing out front is a statue of the town’s namesake, Confederate General J.E.B. Stuart.
“Quaint” doesn’t begin to describe the little town of Stuart, Virginia.