The name, Shenandoah Farms—painted in large block letters on the side of a massive red hay barn visible just as one turns onto the property—is not a misnomer. Despite lying roughly six hundred miles southwest of the Shenandoah Valley, the spread outside Summertown, Tennessee, evokes the nostalgic melody recalling the smiling valleys and rolling river of that faraway landscape: “Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you.”
“The name came from my father, who grew up in St. Louis,” says Jamie Pfeffer, a principal
