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These Star Brand Shoe advertising cards recently appeared for sale on Facebook Marketplace. At first glance they are sim...
06/04/2026

These Star Brand Shoe advertising cards recently appeared for sale on Facebook Marketplace. At first glance they are simply pieces of old advertising. But they also tell a story connected to Frederick County.

In the late 1800s, Thomas Cover operated a tannery in southwestern Frederick County that supplied leather to the popular Star Shoe Company. The company became one of his most important customers, and the small village that grew around his tannery became known as Star Tannery in honor of that connection. More than a century later, these advertising cards serve as a reminder of how a local tannery helped supply leather for one of America’s best-known shoe brands.

Those Kodak moments…our grandparents watching us leave that Thanksgiving, Christmas, or Birthday dinner…if we could only...
06/03/2026

Those Kodak moments…our grandparents watching us leave that Thanksgiving, Christmas, or Birthday dinner…if we could only stop the car, jump out, and give them one more hug goodbye…what’s your greatest and most vivid memory of your visits with your grandparents?

Mine…my Nana always played Christmas records in a huge console stereo…Nat King Cole, Perry Como, and Dean Martin.

Near present-day Hiatt Road along Apple Pie Ridge, campfires stretched across the fields surrounding the farm of Widow B...
06/03/2026

Near present-day Hiatt Road along Apple Pie Ridge, campfires stretched across the fields surrounding the farm of Widow Barringer, sometimes recorded as Ballenger in surviving accounts. Beside her spring house, General Edward Braddock’s army gathered for its march toward Fort Duquesne. Thousands of British soldiers, colonial troops, wagon drivers, and laborers crowded the countryside north of Wi******er. Much of the route west would have to be cut by hand through forests and mountains. Among the officers preparing for the expedition was twenty-three-year-old George Washington. He was suffering from a severe case of dysentery, known then as the bloody flux, along with a painful re**al abscess. The illness left him weak, feverish, and exhausted, yet he remained with the army as it moved into the wilderness.

As the expedition pushed westward, Washington often traveled in a covered wagon while his friend and surgeon, Dr. James Craik, treated him with the medicines available at the time. When Braddock’s army was ambushed along the Monongahela River on July 9, 1755, Washington climbed back into the saddle despite his condition. General Braddock was mortally wounded, officers fell in large numbers, and panic spread through the ranks. Through the confusion, Washington carried orders, rallied survivors, and helped organize a retreat that saved much of the army from destruction. Long before he became the Father of our Country, George Washington demonstrated the determination and leadership that would one day guide a nation, and part of that story began beside a spring house on Apple Pie Ridge. One could say for young George Washington…that March to the Monongahela was truly a pain in the rear!

Long before the Malloy Ford car lot, the sounds of summer echoed across the Willow Lawn Swimming Pool. On hot afternoons...
06/03/2026

Long before the Malloy Ford car lot, the sounds of summer echoed across the Willow Lawn Swimming Pool. On hot afternoons in the 1960s, families spread blankets on the sandy beach while children raced toward the water. The brave ones climbed the high dive and leaped into the deep end. Early each morning, youngsters shivered through swimming lessons in water that always seemed colder than they remembered, while two familiar faces watched over it all. Ann and Helen Sullivan, sisters and lifeguards, spent their summers perched above the pool, keeping a careful eye on hundreds of Wi******er children as they learned to swim, laugh, and make memories that would last a lifetime.

Willow Lawn was more than a swimming pool. It was a summer destination. Families packed lunches, friends gathered for the day, and when hunger struck, a short walk across the street led to Hershey's Restaurant or Jolly Jack's. It was a place where neighbors knew one another and children measured their summers by the number of days spent in the water. Today the pool is gone, but for many who grew up in Wi******er, memories of Willow Lawn remain as clear as ever. A special thank you to Craig Stultz for sharing these wonderful and rare photographs from his family album, preserving a glimpse of a place that once defined summertime in Wi******er.

Please share your memories as we need the stories of those who spent time at the Willow Lawn Pool....

Back in the day...before Aylor Road...before Interstate 81...one could walk the rolling fields from the mansion called P...
06/02/2026

Back in the day...before Aylor Road...before Interstate 81...one could walk the rolling fields from the mansion called Plymowen to Main Street in Stephens City (as seen in this photo from 1910). The large mansion once sat near where the McDonald's sits today. It was torn down for the construction of Interstate 81. The picture of the mansion is from 1962 - just before it was razed. The picture is taken from where the 81 overpass is today looking northeast....Plymowen Mansion was once the home of Dr. Peter Stickley...the Stephens City doctor for more than 50 years (1894-1950).

The flames climbed higher, their orange glow reflecting in eyes blurred by tears. Bound to a rocking chair by Union sold...
06/02/2026

The flames climbed higher, their orange glow reflecting in eyes blurred by tears. Bound to a rocking chair by Union soldiers, she could do nothing but watch as her furniture, bedding, dishes, clothing, and family keepsakes disappeared into the fire. Everything she owned was now in the middle of Main Street and her memories were being reduced to ash. The war had found the Widow Wilson of Newtown (Stephens City).

Mary Wilson lived in a rented house that once stood on the northeast corner of Main and Fairfax Streets. An empty parking lot today. Like many Valley residents caught between two armies, Mary sometimes fed hungry soldiers regardless of the uniform they wore. Late one evening in June 1864, three mounted men stopped at her home for supper before riding off into the night and encountering the advance guard of an approaching Union wagon train. Believed to be connected to Mosby's command, the men were pursued but escaped. Pro-Union citizens in town told of Mary's assistance to the men and she was arrested for harboring the guerrillas. Thinking her house was to be burned, she and her daughters carried their belongings into the street and even thanked the officer for sparing their personal effects. Instead, the possessions were set ablaze while she sat helplessly tied to the chair.

When the fire died, the sixty-year-old widow's hands were bound with rope, and she was marched through a cold rain toward General Hunter's headquarters six miles away. After three miles, one of her captors finally said, "Boys, I can't stand any more of this. What if this was your mother?" He placed Mary on his horse and carried her the rest of the way. After taking the oath of allegiance, she was released and left to find her way home. Her house still stood, but everything that had made it a home was gone.

WAITING FOR GENERAL BEE…Most people walk past me without a second glance. To them, I’m just an old chair sitting quietly...
05/31/2026

WAITING FOR GENERAL BEE…

Most people walk past me without a second glance. To them, I’m just an old chair sitting quietly in the corner of a home called Fair Mount. But I remember. I remember Confederate General Barnard Bee. I remember him reading letters by lamplight, studying reports, and speaking with visitors about the gathering storm. In June of 1861, I watched him gather his belongings as orders arrived sending him to Manassas. An orderly pointed toward me and asked if I should be packed as well. The General looked over and said, “Leave it, we’ll be back in a short time.” Those were the last words he ever spoke about me. I listened to his boots cross the floor, heard the front door close, and the the sound of hooves fading down the lane.

I waited for him. Days became weeks. Weeks became years. The war came to Wi******er and passed through again and again. Then word arrived from Manassas. My owner had been mortally wounded while trying to rally his men. Before he fell, he pointed toward a fellow officer and gave him the nickname “Stonewall”. Bee’s body was carried home to South Carolina, but I remained here. More than 160 years later, I still sit in the corner of this room. People see an old chair. I see an empty doorway. More than 160 years later, I remain in the corner where he left me…still waiting for General Bee.

Someday, I hope to own a historic home, until then...
05/31/2026

Someday, I hope to own a historic home, until then...

Mr. Baker paced the floor of his office at The Gables on the corner of Washington and Boscawen Streets as his lawyer rea...
05/31/2026

Mr. Baker paced the floor of his office at The Gables on the corner of Washington and Boscawen Streets as his lawyer read aloud from the latest court ruling. The issue was not the chocolate itself, but the name. Former Wi******er mayor W.H. Baker had entered the chocolate business in 1894 and soon found himself in a fight with the much older Walter Baker Chocolate Company of Massachusetts. Walter Baker claimed customers were confusing the two brands and argued that the Wi******er company was benefiting from a name that had already been famous for more than a century. The dispute ended up in court, where judges checked trademarks, packaging, and advertising in what became a costly battle between two chocolate makers sharing the same last name.

The court finally ruled that W. H. Baker of Wi******er had to revise his label and packaging. Going forward, his cans were required to carry a statement explaining that his company was distinct from the old Walter Baker & Company of Massachusetts. Imagine having to tell customers who you were not before telling them who you were. Despite the ruling, Baker’s business continued to operate, and The Gables was completed the following year. An interesting footnote to the story is that Baker entered the chocolate business in 1894, the very same year that Milton Hershey founded the Hershey Chocolate Company. Today, The Gables still stands as a reminder that one of the nation’s most unusual trademark battles was fought by a businessman from Wi******er.

Young Mary Hillman sat on a log beside the toll house, a pocket knife in her hand as she cut notches into a stick. Her m...
05/30/2026

Young Mary Hillman sat on a log beside the toll house, a pocket knife in her hand as she cut notches into a stick. Her mother, Charlotte, stood near the toll gate and called out numbers as soldiers passed by. It was September 1864, and General Philip Sheridan’s army was moving south along the Valley Pike in pursuit of Confederate General Jubal Early after the Battle of Third Wi******er. When Sheridan reached the toll gate at the intersection of present-day Valley Avenue and Cedar Creek Grade, he found an unexpected obstacle. Charlotte Hillman refused to raise the gate until the proper toll was paid.

Sheridan explained that he and his officers would settle their account later, but admitted he could not guarantee payment for every soldier in the army. Charlotte finally agreed and raised the gate. As thousands of Union troops marched through, Mary made a notch on her stick for every ten soldiers that passed. When the war ended, a bill was sent to Washington for the unpaid tolls, and payment was eventually received. The old toll house remained standing into the early 1960s, a reminder of the day a toll keeper briefly delayed one of the most powerful armies in the Shenandoah Valley.

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