The pewter salt cellar feels cool and slightly gritty to the touch; it sounds a soft clap when replaced on the wooden table. The reproduction Chippendale and Queen Anne furniture, and the maps and other prints on the painted wooden walls of the King’s Arms Tavern‘s tightly packed eleven rooms, represent styles favored by the… Read More King’s Arms Tavern
The polished wood gleams in the glow of flickering candles. It’s nighttime, and little moonlight breaks through the circular window panes in their cream-colored frames. Several dozen visitors have gathered in the courtroom of Colonial Williamsburg‘s dull-red brick Capitol building to serve as the jury in a recreated trial of Grace Sherwood, the “Virginia witch”.… Read More Cry Witch!
The muskets gleam in a circle overhead, like newly polished spokes of an enormous carriage wheel. Their extended bayonets sparkle uniformly silver at the hub; the nutmeg to chestnut wood of the guns subtly shines against the white ceiling. Below them, gold-tassled, red-white-and-blue flags mark an arched passageway. The arch is flanked on each side… Read More The Governor’s Palace
My essay, “Escape Artist“, appears in the June issue of Strut Magazine.
So often the momentary intrudes upon the momentous. Against the backdrop of dramatic political change, every-day concerns pressured the families of colonial Williamsburg. The Hoys were one such family. Alexander Hoy was a carpenter who fell into debt. As foolish decisions made his situation more desperate, Mr. Hoy saw opportunity in the army. But his… Read More The Citizen Soldier