Local Treasures: Ricky Anderson

by Judy Weigand

Traveling west on 58 from Galax, up gentle hills and down again, snaking through the many twists and turns, I felt myself slowly folding into the mountain scenery. Dipping down into the lush farms and hardwood forests along the road leading to  the little town of Independence.

The seat of Grayson County, Independence is a very modest, friendly, and sparsely populated village. Many families have been here for generations and they understand the importance of supporting each other and their community.  Things move slowly here and I began to fall into pace. Continuing west on 58 from Independence, it was not long before I happened upon Rixey’s Market, a country store founded in 1957by Rixey and Norine Anderson Sr. I had tostop and explore.

Better known as “Rickey,” Rixey Fielden Anderson Jr was there to greet me with his warm smile and friendly attitude. “Where good friends come to tell stories, laugh, talk and come to trade.” That’s exactly what I encountered.

Wandering the aisles of this small, very well organzized store, I found dilly beans, pickled vegetables, a large array of jams and jellies, local honey, and seasonal fruits and vegetables, in addition to regional dairy products. I also found Whitetop Syrup sold in support of the nearby rescue squad. Bread, butter, peanut butter, chocolate milk, hot sauce, cornmeal muffin mix—you name it, it’s there. Ricky also carriesfeed and other goods for farm animals, hardware, magazines, gardening gloves, soda in glass bottles (it tastes better you know) and a wide array of sweets including New River Chocolate Rocks. You can even rent a storage unit. Ricky takes great care to provide what is needed and wanted by his customers while promoting regional farmers and entrpreneurs.

Ricky was ten when his father opened Rixey’s Market. Most boys his age were busy with after school activities and sports, but not Rickey. He couldn’t wait to get home to work in the store. He worked behind the counter any chance he got, pumped gas, washed windshields, checked oil, and whatever else was needed to insure good service.To this day his favorite pasttime is interacting with his cusomers. He just likes being around people and hearing what they have to say.Part of his calling, Ricky feels the store provides an important service to the local people.

After graduation from Appalachian State University with a BA in Business Administration, Ricky tried teaching school for a while, but his heart was with the store. After meeting his wife, Martha, they married and had a son. Together the continued to nurture the community they love.

Ricky demonstrates hs commitment to community with various volunteer activities. The Grayson Volunteer Rescue Squad counted him as their Captain for ten years and he is still a member today. Because Ricky is eager to insure that ll interested young people have the educational opportunities they deserve, he serves on the Wytheville Communit College Board of Directors. He also regularly participates as a panelist and speaker for Appalachian State University Entrpreneur and Alumni Days. As a member of the Industrial Development Authority Board in Independence, Ricky is active in assisting businesses secure low interest loands, promoting job creation and retention, and supporting the local tax base. He is also scheduled to begin membership on the Matthews Living History Farm Museum Board of Directord in 2009.

As we talked about his early life in Grayson County, it became clear that the values of his parents and his community produced more than a well organzied and productive country store. It produced a man who cares deeply about his fellow man, takes great joy in doing the right thing and believes in serving his community.

Ricky will tell you he’s very partial to Grayson County. When he travels he sees what others have to offer but says it’s hard to beat these good old hills. People ask him at times when he will retire. Ricky says he has no plans to retire, that he would miss being in the store and visiting with customers. After all, his mother worked the store until she was 85 years old.

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Bed Full of Bonnets

Laura Cassell

Laura Cassell

by Penelope Moseley The wind was howling, furiously, on a cold day in March when a petite, frail looking women came scurrying round her house to let me know I was knocking at the wrong door. When this writer sat down with Mrs. Cassell to hear about her art forms, I asked where she would like for me to sit.  She answered, “Anywhere.”  Thinking she might want to claim a very comfortable looking rocker, I said, “But where do you usually sit?”  Her answer to that question set the stage for the summary of her life, “Well, I’m usually upstairs settin’ at my sewing machine.” Laura Cassell, who celebrated her 94th birthday this past January (2014), has worked tirelessly this brutal winter to replenish her inventory at Mayetta’s Market, an auxiliary body of the Hale-Wilkinson-Carter Home Foundation. Mrs. Cassell is one of the hardest workers I’ve ever met.  She learned to sew in a Home Economics class in school.  In her opinion, she learned more from her aunt, Flora Gardner, when she lived with Flora for four years.  Laura says, “You learn by doing.  You make one mistake and you don’t do it again.” Mrs. Cassell, born and raised on route 221 in Carroll County is the oldest of five children. She is a woman who has never been in a hospital and whose no-fear attitude started early in life.  When she was a young teenager, her brother needed a tonsillectomy, but didn’t want to go alone.   She was not sick, but volunteered to go with him.  When they arrived at Dr. Cox’s office, he announced that he would do two for the price of one -  $25.  They both went home to heal that day. In a time this country was suffering from the effects of a depression, Laura married Harvey Wayne Gardner and they moved into a one-room house, with a loft for the bed, in Floyd County. Someone gave them a chicken, another friend gave them a cow and another a pig.  “I thought I was in heaven,” says Mrs. Cassell.  They set up housekeeping and began her self-sufficient life style, farming and raising a family. After Mr. Gardner returned home from WWII, he bought a sawmill and milled the lumber for the home that sits on land bought from her father, that Mrs. Cassell lives in today. She is very gratified with the solid oak floors that stood strong against four children, Elizabeth Huff of Hillsville, Harvey Ray Gardner of Martinsville, David Gardner of Charlotte, NC and John Wayne Gardner, deceased.    Today 12 grandchildren test the house, especially in their special playroom filled with Cabbage Patch dolls and an assortment of other interesting things to keep a child at play. A creative and frugal woman, Laura used her skills to make ends meet by repurposing used garments and feed sacks into clothes for the family.  She asserted, “Even the teachers wore feed-sack dresses in those days. “  After working at the school cafeteria, Mrs. Cassell, at the age of 45, took a job at Sprague Electric in Hillsville and retired there after 20 years of service. Today she does alterations for friends, quilts, pieces quilt tops, decorates cakes, makes grape vine wreaths from her own grape vines, and is renowned for her cooking abilities. She makes the cookies for her homemade banana pudding!  She wouldn’t think of using store-bought vanilla wafers. The craft that keeps her occupied in the long winter months, these days, is sewing; sun bonnets, aprons, casserole totes, tote bags, baskets or anything else she dreams up.  This winter alone, she fashioned more than 30 eighteenth century style “Country Wives” bonnets, commonly worn by our British, French and North American working, middle-class women. She makes them from 100% cotton in small, middle and large sizes, as well as doll-size.  She began making the bonnets when friends wanted them for local events.  She didn’t have a pattern, but remembered seeing women wearing them in her younger days and came up with her own pattern. When she started making the bonnets, Laura gave them away, but explained that so many people wanted them and materials got costly, so she had to start charging.  In addition to selling her craft items at Mayetta’s Market, Laura dons her bonnet and apron with a period dress to demonstrate butter making (churning) and to sell her work at Shockley Old Timey Days, in Hillsville each September. She is an experienced butter maker.  In her farming days, she would get up at 4:00am to milk the cows. She made butter and cheese for the family and sold milk to various customers.  A beautiful Chippendale style secretary desk sits opposite a cherry corner cupboard in her living room.  The cherry cupboard was made from a tree, milled by Mr. Gardner, that went down in her yard.  The Chippendale, that houses a set of World Book Encyclopedias, was proudly purchased from her milk money. She doesn’t have time to quilt for people anymore but her quilting frame hangs from the ceiling of her sewing room, ready to hoist down and quilt for her family.  She has given a Double Wedding Ring quilt to each of her 12 grandchildren and 3 children. In addition to her craftwork, Mrs. Cassell is active at Fairview Presbyterian Church and with the seniors who meet each second Thursday at Sylvatus Ruritan Club.  She also volunteers to sell hot dogs for the Hale Wilkinson Carter Home Foundation during Hillsville’s Cruise Ins. Her numerous perennial flowerbeds are yawning the beginning of spring. In her words, “I like to work outside too much in the summertime to do any sewing.  I don’t know how much longer I can do it, but I’ll keep at it as long as I can.” To see Mrs. Cassell’s work and the art and crafts of many other local arts, visit Mayetta’s Market, an auxiliary of the Hale-Wilkinson-Carter Home Foundation.  It is operated by volunteers for the benefit of the Home, to provide income in support of local and regional artisans and upkeep and maintenance for the Home. Writers, musicians, artists and crafts people are invited to apply to participate through the jury process. The Hale-Wilkinson-Carter Home Foundation preserves “The Home”, a historical museum, and informs the general public about the cultural heritage of southwest Virginia by promoting artistic, educational and intellectual events.  Hours to tour the home vary, but Mayetta’s Market Gift Shop located on the first floor is open 11:00-4:00 Thursdays and Fridays and 11:00-2:00 on Saturdays, March through December. For more information on the Carter Home you may call (276) 728-5600 or visit the website at www.halewilkinsoncarterhome.org.  
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Tripping or Centering?

by Penelope Moseley Easter Monday, the day before Arbor Day, was a perfect time to be outside.  I wanted to hike Buffalo Mountain, elevation 3,971 feet, a hike to aid my training for the Camino de Santiago.  The Buffalo is a pilot for the Blue Ridge Plateau region, as “Pilot” Mountain is the pilot for piedmont North Carolina.  The Buffalo amazes you from many vantage points in Carroll, Floyd or Patrick Counties. Carroll County Virginia is THE place to be to center yourself, in many ways.   Nature is my go-to-place for self-reflection.  Downtown Hillsville is the center of my universe, the center of the Blue Ridge Mountains and the center point for day tripping that will keep you from tripping out.  Numerous trails in southwest Virginia and northwest North Carolina serve my centering purpose.  I think each hike I take is my favorite place.  And, it is.  Until I take the next one. The sun was bright, the temperature pleasantly warm.  I stuffed lunch and water into a daypack and took my granddaughter, Lacy, for a short ride out highway 221 to Willis, turned on Conner’s Grove Road (VA 799) and drove about 5 miles to Moles Road, (VA 727).  Moles Road turns right one more time. I drove about another mile on a dirt road over some huge washed-out potholes made by winter’s attack.  I wouldn’t want to drive a low-slung car on that road!  I took a right at a three-way fork and drove over a better dirt road to the parking lot. The trail is a one-mile hike to the summit, but it is a strenuous mile.  Lacy is an eight-year-old. She marched up the mountain like a Sherpa guide - until the sweat started pouring. I forgot to grab her a hat and all that hair was making her feel like she was wearing a sheepskin coat, standing beside a pot-bellied stove. I tried putting her hair up using a stick, but she thought she didn’t look good enough and took the stick out.  I finally gave her my hat to stop the complaints.  We were one or two weeks early for the shade of newly developed leaves in the deciduous forest.  As it was, we had a clear view to the cerulean blue sky. I love nature.  Lacy is much the same way.  Even at a young age, she would sit in my garden and dig in the dirt for what seemed like hours, happy as a lark.  It was easy enough to quiet the complaints by focusing her on the significant natural occurrences we were walking on.  My old rock-hounding days from a life in Asheville, North Carolina paid off.  The magnesium rich outcroppings on Buffalo render it unlike any other place in the Commonwealth. There were beautiful milky white quartz veins all along the trail. She became very interested in the rocks, weighing down my pack with new pieces for her collection. According to the website, http://www.dcr.virginia.gov/natural_heritage/natural_area_preserves/buffalo.shtml, Buffalo Mountain is the only known location in the world for a mealy bug called Puto kosztarabi.  After searching several websites, I finally found a picture of the Buffalo Mountain mealy bug.  I really did see a corpse of one that I pointed out to Lacy.  Too bad I didn’t have enough foresight to photograph that too. I did photograph flowers, but like the fish that got away, I missed a great shot of a bee on a cinquefoil, the white, strawberry-looking bloom with razor sharp pointed leaves that reminds me of images I’ve seen of marijuana leaves. I was able to capture one image of a Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly.  Black Swallowtails and Tiger Swallowtails were abundant near and on top of the mountain. Ah!!!!  Nature!!!!! The conversation going steeply up the last 50 steps went something like this: “Yaya, I’m tired.   Yaya, stop!  I need water.  Yaya, can we sit on this rock for a while?  Yaya, can we eat here?, etc.”   With the last step, just as you crest the summit and see the view below and the rocky ridge in front of you, all that changed to, “Oh my gosh!!!!!!!”  Out of the blue, Lacy saw the reward for all the difficult steps. Don’t count on a porta-potty or any shade on top of the wind-exposed summit!  I used my jacket draped on a bush to make shade while we enjoyed our sandwiches.   There were too many people on the trail, especially on top that day, for me to be comfortable squatting behind a bush.  Our break was quick and we scurried like a squirrel back down the trail. I turned right on Conner’s Grove Road, instead of backtracking to Willis.  We came out on the Blue Ridge Parkway and turned west, stopping at Meadows of Dan for a restroom and an ice cream, a reward for an invigorating hike.  Back in the car, Lacy slept and I CENTERED.
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Tripping or Centering?

Easter Monday, the day before Arbor Day, was a perfect time to be outside.  I wanted to hike Buffalo Mountain, elevation 3,971 feet, a hike to aid my training for the Camino de Santiago.  The Buffalo is a pilot for the Blue Ridge Plateau region, as “Pilot” Mountain is the pilot for piedmont North Carolina.  The Buffalo amazes you from many vantage points in Carroll, Floyd or Patrick Counties. Carroll County Virginia is THE place to be to center yourself, in many ways.   Nature is my go-to-place for self-reflection.  Downtown Hillsville is the center of my universe, the center of the Blue Ridge Mountains and the center point for day tripping that will keep you from tripping out.  Numerous trails in southwest Virginia and northwest North Carolina serve my centering purpose.  I think each hike I take is my favorite place.  And, it is.  Until I take the next one. The sun was bright, the temperature pleasantly warm.  I stuffed lunch and water into a daypack and took my granddaughter, Lacy, for a short ride out highway 221 to Willis, turned on Conner’s Grove Road (VA 799) and drove about 5 miles to Moles Road, (VA 727).  Moles Road turns right one more time. I drove about another mile on a dirt road over some huge washed-out potholes made by winter’s attack.  I wouldn’t want to drive a low-slung car on that road!  I took a right at a three-way fork and drove over a better dirt road to the parking lot. The trail is a one-mile hike to the summit, but it is a strenuous mile.  Lacy is an eight-year-old. She marched up the mountain like a Sherpa guide - until the sweat started pouring. I forgot to grab her a hat and all that hair was making her feel like she was wearing a sheepskin coat, standing beside a pot-bellied stove. I tried putting her hair up using a stick, but she thought she didn’t look good enough and took the stick out.  I finally gave her my hat to stop the complaints.  We were one or two weeks early for the shade of newly developed leaves in the deciduous forest.  As it was, we had a clear view to the cerulean blue sky. I love nature.  Lacy is much the same way.  Even at a young age, she would sit in my garden and dig in the dirt for what seemed like hours, happy as a lark.  It was easy enough to quiet the complaints by focusing her on the significant natural occurrences we were walking on.  My old rock-hounding days from a life in Asheville, North Carolina paid off.  The magnesium rich outcroppings on Buffalo render it unlike any other place in the Commonwealth. There were beautiful milky white quartz veins all along the trail. She became very interested in the rocks, weighing down my pack with new pieces for her collection. According to the website, http://www.dcr.virginia.gov/natural_heritage/natural_area_preserves/buffalo.shtml, Buffalo Mountain is the only known location in the world for a mealy bug called Puto kosztarabi.  After searching several websites, I finally found a picture of the Buffalo Mountain mealy bug.  I really did see a corpse of one that I pointed out to Lacy.  Too bad I didn’t have enough foresight to photograph that too. I did photograph flowers, but like the fish that got away, I missed a great shot of a bee on a cinquefoil, the white, strawberry-looking bloom with razor sharp pointed leaves that reminds me of images I’ve seen of marijuana leaves. I was able to capture one image of a Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly.  Black Swallowtails and Tiger Swallowtails were abundant near and on top of the mountain. Ah!!!!  Nature!!!!! The conversation going steeply up the last 50 steps went something like this: “Yaya, I’m tired.   Yaya, stop!  I need water.  Yaya, can we sit on this rock for a while?  Yaya, can we eat here?, etc.”   With the last step, just as you crest the summit and see the view below and the rocky ridge in front of you, all that changed to, “Oh my gosh!!!!!!!”  Out of the blue, Lacy saw the reward for all the difficult steps. Don’t count on a porta-potty or any shade on top of the wind-exposed summit!  I used my jacket draped on a bush to make shade while we enjoyed our sandwiches.   There were too many people on the trail, especially on top that day, for me to be comfortable squatting behind a bush.  Our break was quick and we scurried like a squirrel back down the trail.IMG_2720 I turned right on Conner’s Grove Road, instead of backtracking to Willis.  We came out on the Blue Ridge Parkway and turned west, stopping at Meadows of Dan for a restroom and an ice cream, a reward for an invigorating hike.  Back in the car, Lacy slept and I CENTERED.
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Stone Mountain NC

I only walked 4  1/2 miles today. But in my defense, it was straight up and straight down!
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Penelope Moseley
276-733-9704
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