Archive for June, 2009

Minor site updates

By From http://www.odonnellweb.com • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local

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The daily bookmarks will no longer create a post every day. They are in the sidebar, and the RSS feed is at the top of the page if you want to subscribe to a feed of whatever I […]



Back to 22401—History, Nature, Mystery, Stories to be Written, and the Local Wild Life

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“Each zip code has its own unique style, feel and character.”Will MorrisonBack to the streets of F’burg for a glimpse behind the curtain of, “America’s Most Historic City,” to experience what once was and is. To highlight its unique charact…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 16:09:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

The Urban JungleThe entrance to the Old Moose Lodge on Winchester St. The building is almost covered in growth and the only thing holding it up is the growth and the stucco exterior. This building has been condemned and will be coming down in the nea…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 15:57:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

Of Bygone Days…… In the 18th and 19th centuries Fredericksburg was a thriving port city. The Rappahannock River has since silted up and is no longer open to commercial traffic. I’ve been told that barge traffic did continued into the early 70s. In…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 15:48:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

A Site of Firsts in American Military HistoryOn December 11, 1862 this site saw the first attempt to build a bridge under fire; the first amphibious landings under fire, and the first instance of combat in a built-up area. This is the upper crossing si…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 15:34:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

The City Cemetery GateOn May 10, 1866 the Ladies Memorial Association of Fredericksburg was formed to take care of the graves of Confederate soldiers killed in the four major battles fought in the area. A section of the City Cemetery was dedicated in M…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 15:20:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

The Cemetery Wall–Old & New Some of the bricks for the wall around the cemetery were salvaged from buildings destroyed during the Civil War. Today it is not the ravages of war or time which has taken the greatest toll on the wall. Rather it is du…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 15:17:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

Downtown SidewalkIt is scenes like this that remind me that my decision to raise a family in Fredericksburg was the right one.



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 15:12:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

Family HistoryThis tree is across the street from my home. All three of my children–now 30, 26, and 16–climbed on it as small children. My grandchildren are coming for a visit in August and I hope to see the next generation climbing it before its i…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2009-06-13 15:03:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Jun 13th, 2009 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

Porches on Caroline StreetI do suffer from “porch envy.” I sometimes find myself day dreaming of a day when I can be sitting on a porch, a cold Guinness in my hand, some hot wings on a side table, marveling at the world as it walks by.