This tiny town has been my family’s home since the mid 19th Century. Mook began as a farm, general store and post office at a dusty buggy crossroads on the ridge. It was a bustling tobacco center full of busy people in the 1930-40’s.
Mook is a quiet place now, and hidden away, but the flavor of its bygone days lingers in the original old buildings, crop fields and wooded hollows.
Today, Mook is a productive grain farm, a peacock and bird sanctuary, a private hunting reserve. The Old Store serves as a lodge.