Not too long ago, I was joking with a friend and said, “What if my true passion in this lifetime is something like preservation of old tobacco barns and not what I am currently perusing with my life and business?!” At the time old tobacco barns were the furthest thing from my mind; it was just something that popped into my head to make a point. Well, it’s funny how those little “jokes” can come to pass into reality.
Last week I was talking to my dad, and he told me he had found someone that was interested in one of the 100 year old tobacco barns on his property. In the next few weeks, this barn will be dismantled and the Chestnut Logs and tin siding will be salvaged for other purposes. Learning this, I decided a field trip to my homeland to say goodbye to this part of my family history was in order.
I come from a long line of tobacco farmers. Many generations and crops of tobacco were grown on my family’s property. Not only my family’s farm, but farms all throughout South Side Virginia, is steeped in a rich history of tobacco farming.
(For those of you who have never heard a true South Side Virginia pronunciation of the word tobacco, it is pronounced ta-baa-ka. Seriously, there are no o’s in this word here. I had to look up the correct spelling just to make sure there really were o’s in the word!)
So here is my last goodbye to a beautiful old tobacco barn that served my family well. Here is to the chestnut logs that will continue to serve generations to come. And here is to the preservation of my family’s old tobacco barn through pictures and memories. Cheers!