Originally published in The Big Blue, Vol 1 Issue 2. 2007. The Frey’s no longer operate their B&B.
By Mitone L. Griffith
In 1999 after years of entrepreneurship in Charlotte and tired of the big city life, William and Candace Frey sought refuge in the healing hills of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains. Lacking any farming experience and endowed with only a love for animals and a simpler way of life, they embarked on a seven year journey to the completion of their dream, a beautiful Bed and Breakfast and 30 (soon to be 41) walking, chewing, sweet little goldmines.
“Hope springs eternal” must have been a driving force behind their huge undertaking, for when it was all said and done, they named their 100 acre Alpaca farm, bed and breakfast, and retreat “Inn at Hope Springs Farm.”
The Frey’s bed and breakfast is an upscale romantic inn created to look like an antebellum plantation and filled with many beautiful antiques. Its style is a reproduction of a Louisiana Plantation with three stories of porches and balconies that look at the crest of the mountain, Indian Ridge. The back of the manor overlooks the upper pond. There are six elegantly appointed bedrooms, three queens, and three kings, all with full baths: two have whirlpool tubs in bath suites, 2 have private balconies and one is an entire third floor suite with a private balcony, living area, kitchenette, bath and large bedroom with king size bed. All have beautiful views and access to an array of amenities to pamper and enhance the pleasure of anyone’s stay.
The elegance, luxury and sublime surrounds are like gifts to each person who comes for a stay or a visit to the farm. William and Candace worked seven long years just to be able to give this gift of themselves. Hope Springs Farm may have been their dream come true, but their dream inspires dreaming, starting at the beginning of their long driveway to their manor home and alpacas hidden far from the road’s view.
The Freys started carving out a farm from overgrown vegetation on their 100 acre property located in Willis, Virginia, in Floyd County, on State Route 221, halfway between Floyd and Hillsville, VA. Their land had sat vacant for about 15 years. The Freys were still living in Charlotte at the time, and driving up on weekends to work the land.
The original house had burned down years before. The only remaining evidence of former habitation was an old chimney, barn, former slave dwelling, chicken coop, sheds, lots of old apple, plum and pear trees, and a pond. They first built a guest house, a second pond and roads, while they stayed in a trailer there on the weekends.
After that, they lived in the guest house while building the manor, after which came two barns, and pastures. They purchased their first five alpacas in January 2002, and five more in June 2002. Their herd agisted at a farm in West Virginia until they brought them to Hope Springs Farm in December of 2005. The herd has now grown to 30 alpacas and 2 guard llamas. William and Candace expect eleven baby alpacas (crias) due this year, eight of them having been born May of this year.
Many people come to Hope Springs Farm just to see and touch alpacas and to learn about Incan Gold—the alpaca fiber that once only royalty could afford. Guests are allowed supervised handling of these beautiful animals. It’s a great photo opportunity, and all come away with an unforgettable experience. Some are inspired to seek out more information for investment or to start their own alpaca farm, or to learn to spin, or to take back pictures and fiber samples to classrooms of children eagerly learning about farm animals.
You may be stuck in the grind in a big city in your everyday life just as William and Candace were. Because of their dreams fulfilled, you can come out and dream a little yourself, hike trails in their 100 acre woods looking for Indian relics, feed chickens that free range on their farm, run with the border collies, kiss a baby alpaca on the nose, catch and release a catfish using a bamboo pole, fall asleep to a serenade of frogs, and awaken to a choir of singing birds. It’s a little bit of heaven on Earth, a “golden palace” at which to renew and refresh.
Good dates to come out and stay with the Freys would be Floyd County Homecoming & Harvest Festival – Sept. 15, 2007. They plan to have some special fun that day with the Alpacas. And make sure to get a room at the Inn during the Blue Ridge Wine Trail; find out more about that in this issue! Reserve a room at Hope Springs Farm by calling 540-789-3276 or emailing hsf@swva.net. You can learn more about them at www.innathopespringsfarm.com. Inn at Hope Springs Farm is located at 6847 Floyd Highway South, Willis, VA 24380.
This Halloween letter was written by Puss, the literate feline, who resides in the mind of debbie w parvin (who translates Puss's letters into English from Cat-onese) This letter is one of a growing collection that debbie calls "P.S. from Puss." Debbie W. Parvin is a freelance writer and poet who lives in Fancy Gap, Virginia. Her poetry book, When Stones Speak, was named the book of the year by the Alabama State Poetry Society, and in 2004 she was named Poet of the Year by the same organization. She has published over a hundred poems in various magazines and anthologies and has won multiple national awards through the National Association of State Poetry Societies.
PUBLISHERS NOTE: This article was written and published in the Big Blue Magazine in 2008. The mansion now puts on a Haunted tour every October. Though they held another GrahamFest this year, the link to the GrahamFest website is no longer active. You can find out more about the Haunting tradition at HauntedGrahamMansion.com and more about the history and Civil War events at MajorGrahamMansion.com.By Dana Sapp I slowly drove along the dirt road enjoying the peacefulness and beauty of the cold, clear February afternoon. Cows stood in pastures around fresh hay bales and birds flew in and out of the thick brush that grew along the fence lines. As I topped a small ridge I got my first glimpse of the Major Graham Mansion in Grahams Forge, Virginia. As I descended the hill I could only imagine beautiful horse-drawn carriages carrying well-dressed men and women along the same path and up to the plantation entrance. I slowly drove through the magnificent iron gate and up to the house. As I drew closer the wear and tear of years of neglect could be seen. Josiah Weaver, the present owner of the mansion and surrounding ranchland is a southern Virginia native with business interests in Virginia and Florida. Even while living in Florida Josiah could not escape the call of the mountains and purchased the Major Graham Mansion and surrounding property to form W.W Ranch. Preserving the history, heritage, and authenticity of the land and its people continues to be his number one goal. Some broken boards and faded wooden shutters could never take away the dignity of this historic place. My tour guide that day was Mary Lin Brewer, festival director of GrahamFestUSA, an annual music festival held on these grounds Labor Day weekend. An avid historian of the Major Graham Mansion Mary Lin's enthusiasm spills over into her commentary. As we stepped into the cold quietness of the foyer the cold air seemed heavy with nuance and history. The mansion is believed to have been built around three very different structures. The first was a log cabin built by Joseph Baker in 1785. It is said that two of the workers building the house were promised their freedom by Mr. Baker after his death. The workers decided to speed up their freedom by murdering Joseph Baker that day. Did I mention that they were all making moonshine in the front yard of the cabin at the time and added Joseph Baker to the mash? The two men were hung on the ridge behind the mansion. The original frame section of the mansion was built in the 1830's with the 3-story brick portion added around the 1850's. From the finely detailed scrollwork staircase to the beautiful huge wooden doors, this 25-room home was clearly built on sophistication and refinement. Born in 1838, Major David Graham, an officer in the Civil War, lived in the mansion his entire life. Major Graham took over his father, Squire David Graham's iron business and farming interests. Always a commanding presence, the mansion is said to still hold some horrible secrets. With these secrets come unsettled spirits from the past trying to find rest from their dark memories. Over the centuries the Major Graham Mansion seems to have hosted everything from the macabre to the eccentric. Climbing the grand staircase to the second floor, our first stop was what is known as the Classroom. It is thought that Betty Graham taught school children here during the Civil War. A clairvoyant friend of Mary Lin's has felt a definite presence of a little girl named Clara. Clara was 7 years old when she died in the classroom from tuberculosis. Next we visited the Bridal Room aptly named for the etching on a windowpane by what is thought to be the diamond ring of a bride on her wedding day. Five sets of initials, a date, (February 24, 1864), and the written name M. Belle Pierce is found scratched onto the window. The clairvoyant also felt that someone who had occupied this room was not happy. Could it have been an arranged marriage? A jealous lover? The clairvoyant also felt that a lady had died in the adjoining room from an unexplained illness. As we ascended the stairs to the third floor, we came to the Confederate Room, a small, narrow room that leads to the attic. It is said that Confederate officers secretly met in this room making strategic battle plans during the Civil War. As we strolled through the house I tried to soak up its feelings and emotional turmoil of the past. Are these restless spirits still here? I never imagined that I would get the opportunity to return to the mansion on a more sinister quest. The next time I drove onto the Major Graham property was just before dark on a Saturday night. I was meeting members of the Virginia Paranormal Society at the mansion to spend the night and hunt ghosts. Formed in 2006 by Nick Ferra and Ron Thorne, these real life ghost hunters and their members spend almost every weekend in dark, scary places. Once the team arrived they immediately began unloading equipment. Our base station was in a downstairs dining room. Night vision cameras were immediately set up in four areas of the house where the most paranormal activity had been reported. This was not the paranormal society's first trip to the mansion. On previous visits they recorded a child's voice saying "What's your name?" near the Confederate room and a man's voice saying :I don't play that tune" in the parlor. Other equipment included digital recorders, flashlights (very important to me!), digital cameras, and an electromagnetic field detector. Yes, it was just like on TV! After the video monitor was set up in the dining room to capture all movement in front of the night vision cameras we only had one thing left to do....wait until it got dark..... really dark. Dividing up into teams, society members went to different parts of the house to listen and try to communicate with the spirits. I followed two members upstairs into the classroom. Sitting in a dark room, in a centuries-old house with a sordid past of war and conflict, listening for spirits, will shake even the staunchest skeptic. Listening for sounds, looking for shadows, a creak, a scuffle, a footstep, the feeling that someone is watching from the doorway. Yes I experienced it all. During two separate visits to the classroom I saw unexplained shadows, felt an uncomfortable, menacing presence, and heard strange sounds. I watched the digital recorder click off twice while laying on the mantel with no one around it as team members tried to coax reactions from the spirits by asking them questions like "What is your name?" and "Give us a sign that you are here." I do not think that Clara was there that night. Was she scared of this stronger, more threatening energy that we encountered? Had she experienced something evil during her young, short lifetime? In the Bridal Room I felt only peace. Nothing scary, no presence, not even the feel of a bride on the anniversary of the eve of her wedding. We happened to be there on February 23, 2008, 144 years later. I felt that I was pretty brave but I did draw the line at going into the basement where it is said slaves were kept in shackles. I figured if there was any place for disgruntled spirits that would be one of them! The team came back empty handed with only tales of a few "mummy spiders." By 1:00 AM everything had become quiet. No more knocks or strange sounds. It was almost like the ghosts have a bedtime too! Was Nick and the other paranormal members discouraged by this visit? Not at all. Most of them agree that the place is probably haunted. Some nights are just better than others so Nick and his team members will be back. They quietly break down their equipment and get ready to spend time next week analyzing the hours of video, photos and digital recordings they have collected. Do I think it is haunted? I cannot say that I saw or heard any ghosts but I am sure that there is something there. Leftover energies from days gone by, spirits who cannot find there way out of this realm because of past tragedies, heck, people who just plain don't want to leave this beautiful old place! If you are a fan of Civil War history, ghost hunting, or just like to visit historic places, the Major Graham Mansion is open during GrahamFestUSA on Labor Day weekend. For a small fee people can tour the house and learn about its former inhabitants and its ghostly findings. GrahamFestUSA also offers a wide variety of music and fun over two days. For more information go to GrahamFestUSA.com. Dana Sapp is a freelance journalist living on her family farm in beautiful Comers Rock, Virginia. She also works in the agricultural industry and loves spending time with her family riding horses, traveling and enjoying the great outdoors!