We truly love living out here and we take a bit of pride knowing we live where people go on vacation. We had a yard sale of our own a few weeks back, and had a steady stream of customers. One was a couple from Northern Virginia suburbs and they had a vacation house up here. You could totally tell they weren't from around here-- Flashy SUV with a shine you needed sunglasses for. She was dressed in leopard print jacket, big, styled hair and all kinds of rings and earrings. He looked beefy and fit, and was holding a puppy so it wouldn't get dirty walking on our dusty driveway. I know this because when he put puppy down earlier, he immediately picked it back up and brushed all his paws off. They were nice people, and they lingered a bit, making small talk and commenting on how friendly people were around these parts. We enjoy talking to people we meet and if I can't follow the conversation, I end up watching and observing their behavior and clothes.
During the Fall, I can't even begin to describe how lovely it is here with the changing colors of the leaves and the crisp, cool air. We get hunters from all over that come here to hunt deer and the tourist trade picks up at all the local stores. A mile down the road from us is a General store that sells everything from gas to toothpaste, bullets to donuts, haircuts to pizza and a little post office. During hunting season, it becomes a spot for all the hunters to meet, their prize tied down on the backs of trucks and 4-wheelers. Game Wardens are there to check for hunting licenses and to make sure no one takes more than the limit.
Our property runs alongside the neighbors and he asked us for permission to hunt deer on our land. The previous owners let him for over 15 years and he worried that the new owners (us) wouldn't let him hunt anymore. Our land, his land and another neighbor's land, gives him over 60 acres to hunt deer. We said he could hunt, just let us know when, so we could keep the girls in the house on those days. He kills and butchers them himself and gives us some venison as a token of his appreciation. I'm not a big fan of deer meat, never was, though my dad loves it. (He tried to fool me once and told me we were having steak for dinner. I knew after the first bite it was deer. ) We told him he didn't have to share the meat with us, but he insists, and so it sits in our freezer. I have only just decided to cook it up and serve it to the cats! Won't they have nice full bellies after a meal like that!
Movies like 'Deliverance' give West Virginia a bad name. Just like every state I have ever been to, there are poor towns and rich towns, farms and fields, cities and highways. All the people we have met while living here have been kind and friendly and I have yet to meet any inbred, shotgun totin', teeth missin', animal fornicatin' hillbilly. While there are a few homes here and there, slowly falling apart due to lack of maintenance and care, the majority of the homes here are well-kept and pretty.
I was at the food store with my Mom last week and we were standing in the aisle talking, blocking the way for an older man on a motorized cart. We didn't realize he was there (mom and I are both Deaf) and when we saw him, we quickly jumped out of the way so he could pass by. I apologized to him and his response? "That's alright, I've spent my whole life waiting on women." How could you not love a man like that? Bless his heart! Those are the kind of people I want to be around: gracious, kind and funny. Add that to the scenery here, and I would say I've found heaven.