My goal was to simply breathe life back into the old home place and move towards producing enough food to sustain our family and share with our community. In the first year, we set out to fix up my grandparents’ farm house and barn and fill that space with as many animals and vegetables as we could. Without the work of farming in my life, something was simply missing.Īfter the passing of my Mother and Grandparents, I moved my family back to the farm in hopes of revitalizing and continuing the farm journey with my own children. Years passed by, babies were born, my responsibilities as an adult grew - but I always felt like a parts of me were displaced - parts of me that just couldn’t flourish or grow without the soil and soul at the end of that country road. So, the dream faded into the background of my life. When my husband and I were engaged, he was aware of my desire to one day return to the farm but was uncertain he would ever find work in the area. There I met my husband, married young, and began my career as a teacher in a big city far from our little farm.
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However, like many young folk that grew up in the country, I left soon after high school to start my college education. Just like John Denver sang, “all my memories gathered round” those mountains - the memories of my childhood, my family and the making of a farm. I grew up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Northwest Georgia in a small farming community affectionally named Dirt Town. “Almost Heaven” he sings, then pleads those country roads to take him home. In this tune, John seems to capture the heart of what it is like to know a piece of land in this world and long for it deeply.
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The song in itself was and is pure poetry.
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Sitting in the back seat of our 1997 Aerostar mini van, I remember my Mother with windows rolled down, radio blaring, singing every word to the John Denver song “Take me Home, Country Roads.” And her favorite line of course was “mountain mama”.