Last weekend, Motor Man and I ran an errand in neighboring Surry County. Our travels took us right through my tiny home town of Bacon’s Castle. I noticed from the main highway that a local farmer was harvesting peanuts (or we used to say: “pickin’ peanuts”) in the field beside historic Bacon’s Castle.
You might think that it would be confusing having a town as well as a historic house with the same name. Those of us who grew up in Bacon’s Castle learned from our parents: we referred to the village and surrounding vicinity as “The Castle”, and the house, of course, was “The Castle House.” Problem solved.
Of course, we stopped for some photos.
For those of you unfamiliar with peanut crops, these are the vines, which are baled and will be fed to livestock through the winter. (This post I wrote in 2012 will give you even more info on peanut farming.)
This next photo, by far, was my favorite of the pictures I took last weekend. You can see the famous triple chimneys of “The Castle House” through the trees.
And while I was there, I couldn’t help but think of my granddaddy, who once farmed those same peanut fields in the 1920’s and 30’s.
Back in those days, they “shocked” the peanuts, which means they stacked them vertically on poles to dry. Modern-day farming is so much easier.
Although my mom and her family moved from the Bacon’s Castle farm many years before I was born, I still feel such a strong connection to them every time I’m there. And Sunday was no exception.
~These Days Of Mine~