Growing up 38 miles south of the town of Floyd in Rocky Mount, VA, I have known Floyd County my whole life. When I was a kid, my step-dad was a Mandolin player and the family would come up Shooting Creek Road through Ferrum to Cochran’s Store, now The Floyd Country Store. I heard some really good pickin’ and jammin’ on those trips and so began my great love of bluegrass music and Floyd.
As a teenager my mom would let me drive her car to school on Fridays. (I am about to get myself into big trouble with my mom!) My best friend and I would skip school on some of those days and drive to Floyd. We drove the Blue Ridge Parkway, we drove the gravel back roads, we walked trails and down the street. The feeling I got from this place was a sense of belonging, like these were my people and this was my world. My first two years of college at Virginia Western Community College in Roanoke were spent mostly skipping class and heading up the mountain to Floyd. My horrendous GPA showed how much time I spent on the mountain and I failed a few classes thanks to it.
I made it back to Roanoke and stayed with a friend. I looked for places to rent in Floyd and continued my visits up the mountain because that is where I wanted to be. I ran into an old friend, a Floyd County (transplant) boy, and one day he called me up and asked if I wanted to go to Las Vegas and get married with Elvis. I said yes and three months later my lifelong dream of living in Floyd was realized. When I moved into this county ten years ago, I put down roots and I cannot imagine living anywhere else in the whole wide world! Floyd County always has been and always will be home to me and my heart.