Text by Joanne M. Anderson Photos by Always and Forever Photography Riner was once a thriving village with a sawmill, lumber yard, tobacco factory, tannery, hotel, shoe factory and well company. Originally called Old Forks around 1808 for the confluence of three roads, it was re-named Five Forks or Five Points once settlers converted paths into more roads around and between the gently rolling hills. It was Auburn for a while, but there was another Auburn in the state, so …
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Text by Karl H. Kazaks Photos by Nathan Cooke Reginald Davis knows what it’s like to feel a calling. He’s been a devoted religious man since 1977, when, as he says, “I …
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Text by Jennifer Poff Cooper Photos by Always and Forever Photography Local artist Aili Wang has not stopped drawing and painting since private art lessons at age 15. A native of China, …
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Text by Jennifer Poff Cooper Photos courtesy of Blacksburg Chinese School When Chinese school started in Blacksburg, some of its current younger teachers were not even born. The school recently celebrated its …
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Ross Perot hit the proverbial nail on the head with this observation: “Most new jobs won’t come from our biggest employers. They will come from our smallest. We’ve got to do everything …
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“Tears and Cheers” are common for moms when a child starts kindergarten ~ tears for the moment of separation from a little one who it seems was but a babe in arms …
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History, wine, back roads, theatre, heritage, fine food, music, rural landscapes and luxury accommodations in a tastefully restored hotel can all be experienced just down the road a piece. If the ideal …
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Text by Sheila Nelson Photos by Always and Forever Photography P.J. Slaughter’s earliest kitchen memories include playing with his mother’s pots and pans on the kitchen floor and his first cooking experience …
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By Joanne M Anderson Rotary International has a presence all over the world, and its motto, “Service Over Self,” is exemplified in high ethical standards, volunteering, donating, fund raising and helping others. …
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Visible merely from the light of the robust moon reflecting off the glass-like water of Claytor Lake, the faint figure of our coach utters: “It’s a great morning to learn to row.” …