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Our little farm is an old one:
Still Pond is a family farm, started by mother nature millions of years ago when quartzite veins pushed up through the Piedmont''s schist bedrock, cooled, folded and with time cracked and fissured. The veins of cracked quartzite became natural conduits for groundwater, causing this rolling property to be laced with spring heads and feeding a little brook.
Around the turn of the century, the land was cleared, a tin roof farm house built along with red barns, and a welled spring for water. Tall trees grew up along the brook.
Many different families owned the little farm, and one built a small pond next to an ancient hollow red maple along the brook.
Newly engaged in 1991, we found our way up the winding lane and instantly fell in love with the nestled farmstead.
We moved in the week before our wedding and held the reception in the huge timber framed bank barn.
We were blessed with a daughter in 1993.
Retired from my government job as of June 2000, I now have more time to devote to my family and Still Pond Farm.
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