Crayne is nestled at the foot of the Crayne Knobs. They have also been called the Twin Knobs, as they were so close together and as you can see from the picture, almost the same size and shape. The shape has become somewhat distorted in the past years and they have been logged for timber and then the 2009 ice storm left the remaining timber in a sad shape.
These friendly knobs were wonderful to all the kids growing up in Crayne. Several generations of families have had children that love to "go to the knobs" for a day of fun and adventure. I've spend hours and hours here playing on the rocks, climbing looking for new hideouts, finding all kinds of wild ferns growing on the moss covered rocks, and standing on the top thinking we had conquered the world. All seasons had fun times on the knobs or at the foot of them, for there were small ponds in the fields, and creeks that ran through the woods. When it would snow, me and brother Billie, would head for the knobs for tracking of animals. What fun it was just to follow the rabbit tracks that were everywhere and around the streams would be other kinds of tracks that just ran on endlessly.
Childhood friends that I grew up with and played on the knobs with were Sheryl and Sandra Ferguson, Clinton Bigham, and Harold Cannon. My faithful wonderful little dog, Bullet, always went with me too. He and I made many trips just by ourselves, visiting this favorite childhood place to play and dream.
It has been a few years since I've made that long remembered walk to the Knobs. They called for me to come for a visit on a sunny Saturday afternoon in March of 1996. I climbed to the top and looked out over my home of Crayne and it was as it always had been. Below you could see the little village with the Crayne USA Presbyterian church in the center and the homes nestled all around. A wonderful peaceful site, and I must make that trip again - come springtime.
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