In the village

During the Depression, based on a false report of horrible mountain living conditions paid for by a developer hoping to get rich, the government moved folks from the Blue Ridge Mountains to create Shenandoah National Park. Some folks went to tiny government resettlement homes, while others moved in with family in the foothill villages of the mountains.

 

This is in one of those villages. It's a shabby little village defined by shabby Depression era buildings. An old-fashioned shabby country store sits on the village corner where you can get basic groceries, a great sandwich, beer, and hand-dipped ice cream. I took this photo from the parking area of the store, which lies to the left. On the right of the photo, is a rundown time-consumed house belonging to the store's owner. In between is this charming little yard, beautifully landscaped with an iconic entry, a shed built better than the house, a lovingly restored antique barn ventilator perched on top.

 

The soul of the man raised by parents who were among the displaced.

 

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