I have come full circle from Moloka’i, Hawai’i back to the old Quaker Brown Family Farm, where I once lived and worked in the late seventies. Much has remained the same, but there are some drastic changes.
The heritage of the farm dates back 250 years. By all rights it should be made a state if not a national treasure in our historical records of Virginia.
The farm is still alive with orchards of apples, pears, blackberries and cherries. Stands of walnut trees date back to the early part of the last century. Families and droves of school children come to enjoy a day of picking, picnicking, and learning about the orchards.
However, due to the blind vision of local officials, the Brown Farm is being split in two by ambitious, unnecessary road construction.
It saddens my heart that this once quiet, peaceful farm is being disturbed by the sound of heavy equipment and construction cutting through the tranquil orchards. I am left with the bittersweet thankfulness that Howell and Irma Brown, who I consider my second parents, are not here to see their farm devastated by so called progress and disregard of private property.
Officials may often be blinded by false progress and revenue. Perhaps they need to take a stroll though the rows of Quaker Heritage and find the real meaning of Aloha.
John David Myers