"Burcher: A Family Genealogy" by Thelma Ironmonger Hansford [Part 3 of 3].
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Many years later a second event happened to me. All of the families living back in that area which had been converted into the "watershed" for the reservoir had moved away, as did the Burchers. But there remained a barn and some "out buildings". I had a fifteen year old son who had learned to hunt and he was especially interested in hunting deer. Now, there was an abundance of green grass in the field around that old barn left on the farm site and deer from Warwick woods came to feed early in the day. My child would hide in the barn and wait and watch for deer. One day he really did bag one, and while it is considered wholesome food, I never enjoyed such meat. On one occasion, my Bobby drove his dad's old panel truck to the Burcher land entrance and took his stand in the barn. The State Police, on routine rounds, saw this truck--unoccupied--parked off the highway and assumed that it was a stolen vehicle that had been abandoned. Using the license number, the Division of Motor Vehicles in Richmond was called and the ownership was determined. Soon a State Policeman called me to report that my husband's panel truck had been found. I had to explain to him that a teenage boy was hunting up on the "Old Burcher Farm". These two incidents did make lasting impressions on me and I still think about "Burcher's Farm" as I travel Denbigh Boulevard. And now, that heavily travelled road and the housing developments (using any land that is not greatly needed for the watershed) are again converting that lovely land into residences. But those early County families: Burcher, Wilson, Provoo, Powell, Wood, Fox etc were displaced and forced to relocate, and they are now "scattered" everywhere.