In 1830 Dr. James T. Barclay opened what might have been the first drugstore in Charlottesville.

It wasn’t billed as the Greatest Show on Earth, because that phrase was already taken by a certain famous circus.

The ferocity of war has a way of motivating combatants to open communications with angels, saints and, most of all, God.

The adage that all good things must come to an end became a sad reality on June 30, 1951.

On a pleasant day in the autumn of 1959, Clivis M. Harris and his wife decided to do a little maintenance work in the flowerbeds outside their Rio Road home.

The dignified procession of people robed in their “college gowns” filed into Cabell Hall and took their seats on the spacious stage.

The sight made Jean Purcell slow her car until it had come to a complete stop on the Madison County road.

The 6-year-old boy probably had been told a number of times to stay well back as a massive oak tree was being cut down.

For many people in Charlottesville the new year couldn’t arrive fast enough.

Christmas long has been a time for gift giving, but the tradition entered a golden era right after World War II.

As Thanksgiving neared in 1965, a lot of turkeys started being sized up for a place on serving platters.

By late autumn 1973, Art Garfunkel had earned the right to sleep in.

On a towering bluff overlooking Omaha Beach, and the dark roiling waters of the English Channel, there is a cemetery.

When world-famous mathematician and philosopher Bertrand Russell visited Charlottesville in 1929, he chose the perfect subject to talk about.

With a horrified timbre in his voice, radio announcer Carl Phillips tried to describe what he was seeing to his listeners.

Two major milestones in local mail delivery occurred during the early 1970s.

There were many wonders to be found in Charlie H. Martin’s general store in Nelson County.

During the dark and trying years of the American Revolution, one local family paid dearly for the freedom won.

The white-haired writer got comfortable in his chair before placing his fingers on the typewriter keys.

A lowering night sky was a fitting backdrop for a talk about to be delivered by a distinguished white-haired gentlemen.

It was an honor Stacy W. Norman neither expected nor sought.

Charlottesville is one of those rare and remarkable places that seem to have a knack for attracting famous people.

In the late 1880s businesses and a handful of private homes in Charlottesville started enjoying the benefits of electricity.

Some heroes are defined not by brave deeds in battle, but by their actions in everyday life.

When the final grain of sand sifted through Edwin Anderson Alderman’s hourglass of life on April 30, 1931, he was far from home.

The University of Virginia Cemetery has become a tranquil place of beauty and dignified reflection.

Midway through 1828 a deadly typhoid epidemic swept through Charlottesville, mercilessly striking down young and old.

It was a ritual of autumn that played out from Maine into the deep South.

One of the finest compliments I’ve ever received came from Capt. Richard “Dick” Meadows.

As he flew over the border into North Vietnam, Capt. Richard “Dick” Meadows’ face lit up.