Winchester Tales

03/17/2026

In the early days of the Virginia frontier, a small log house was built along the edge of the wilderness just south of Bunker Hill, then part of the vast frontier of Frederick County. This was the home of the Welsh pioneer Morgan Morgan, whose sturdy cabin sheltered his growing family in a region that was still little more than forest and Indian trails. Among the children raised there was his young son David Morgan, who spent his boyhood learning the ways of the woods along the northern reaches of Frederick County. In those days the Shenandoah Valley was an uncertain and dangerous place, and boys like David Morgan grew up quickly, becoming hunters, woodsmen, and defenders of the scattered settlements that dotted the valley.

One story handed down through early valley histories tells that in 1778, during the troubled years of the American Revolution, David Morgan was traveling alone along a frontier trail when he was suddenly attacked by two Native American warriors. Morgan fired his rifle and killed one of the attackers, but before he could reload, the second rushed him with a tomahawk. In the fierce struggle that followed, Morgan struck the man down with the butt of his rifle. In the fight, the warrior raised his tomahawk to strike Morgan behind the head. David put his left hand up to cover the back of his head just in time. The warrior’s tomahawk severed several of David Morgan’s fingers and left him permanently scarred. Despite the injury, David Morgan survived the encounter and lived the remainder of his life as a respected frontiersman and militia officer, one of the many tough sons of old Frederick County whose lives were shaped by the dangers and determination of the early Shenandoah Valley frontier.

03/17/2026

Did you know that the trunk that Lord Fairfax kept his valuables in at Greenway Court is still in Clarke County? Back in 1931, it was on display at the Shenandoah Valley National Bank. The trunk can be seen at the Clarke County Historical Association Museum in Berryville.

03/12/2026

Reverend Alexander Balmain paced the floor of his small log house at the corner of Cameron Street and Fairfax Lane in Wi******er. Beneath his feet was a large rug he had recently purchased from England, said to be the first Persian rug used in a home in town. Only a week earlier he had performed the wedding of James Madison and Dolley Payne Todd at Harewood. Now troubling news had arrived from Middletown. The newly married Dolley had fallen ill while visiting Major Isaac Hite Jr. at his home called Old Hall. Dr. Cornelius Baldwin had been sent for, and Balmain feared that the joyful ceremony he had just presided over might be followed by tragedy.

At Old Hall, Dolley rested while her husband and Major Hite passed the hours in quiet conversation. The great house of Belle Grove had not yet been built, and the old home stood just west of where it would later rise. Hite spoke of his plans for a new mansion and of the builder he had hired, James Bond. Madison offered to write to his friend Thomas Jefferson for advice on the design. Within a week Dolley recovered, and the Madisons returned home to Montpelier. Madison did send the letter, and Jefferson returned sketches and notes that shaped the house completed in 1797. Old Hall later disappeared, but its memory remains as the place where the Madison honeymoon was briefly overshadowed by worry—and where the life of a future First Lady nearly slipped away before her remarkable story had fully begun.

03/12/2026

The south side of Piccadilly Street between Cameron and Loudoun Streets in the 1950s.

03/12/2026

Ever thought about writing a book about history or creating a historical novel? Don’t know where to begin?
Well, we have you covered! Author Millicent Hughes shows you the path and also helps steer you away from the common mistakes made in historical research. These are truly valuable lessons…and I hope to see you all in the Benham Room at the Handley Library on Saturday March 28, 2026 at 11am.

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03/12/2026

This is going to be an incredible event! The man, the myth, the legend, Dr. Warren Hofstra, talking about George Washington in the backcountry! As a young George Washington would say in his surveying days, “Be there or be square!”…March 27 @ 5:30 pm - 8:00 pm at the George Washington Hotel.

Dr. Warren Hofstra will present "George Washington and the Virginia Backcountry: A Young Man in a New World". Learn about George Washington's life in the Wi******er area. Enjoy colonial-era appetizers and cash bar provided by the George Washington Hotel. Lecture is free and open to the public, but r...

03/11/2026

For generations of folks from Wi******er, a trip to Harpers Ferry has been almost a rite of passage. We have walked its narrow streets, stood where the rivers meet, and looked across the same hills that watched history unfold. One small brick building there—the old armory fire engine house—has a story to tell. In October of 1859, that modest structure became the last stand of John Brown during the dramatic raid on the federal arsenal. The building sat within the grounds of the Harpers Ferry Armory, as seen in this Civil War era picture - and for years - visitors came to see the little engine house that newspapers soon began calling “John Brown’s Fort.”

But the building did not remain in it’s original location. When the armory grounds were redeveloped in the 1890s, preservationists carefully dismantled the structure and moved it a short distance up the hill to the campus of Storer College in 1909. There it stood as a powerful symbol of freedom and struggle. In the early 1900s, the little brick fort even traveled across states—taken apart again and displayed at exhibitions such as the Chicago World’s Fair before eventually returning to Harpers Ferry. Today the building once again stands close to its original location, quietly reminding visitors of the moment that helped ignite the Civil War. And for many of us from Wi******er, every visit feels familiar—because Harpers Ferry, with all its history and winding streets, has always held a small and special place in our hearts…

03/10/2026

See you there?

03/09/2026

Where was New Epsom?

I recently ran across an article in the Virginia Gazette dated September 17, 1789 describing a spa/resort called New Epsom which was 2.5 miles from Stephensburg (Stephen's City today). I plotted 2.5 miles on the Google Earth image shown here to gauge the range of where it could have been. A great mystery....anyone know?

03/09/2026

An early form of text messaging from Allie in Fawcett Gap to her sister Mrs. Lemuel Spaid in Wi******er…dated December 16, 1912…

“My dear sister, we will butcher next Tuesday if nothing prevents. Ollie will bring your hog in Wednesday morning if nothing happens. I hope you are all well, come out soon. From your sister, Allie.”

03/07/2026

Remembering
Roy A. “Buzzy” Cather, Jr.

I just learned that Roy A. “Buzzy” Cather, Jr., passed away on March 1st at his home in Florida. He grew up at 510 West Clifford Street, spending his boyhood days in downtown Wi******er. I always remember the old picture of the Cather men preparing for Buzzy’s 1945 Soap Box Derby race with his father, Roy Sr. overseeing the construction, while his younger brother “Pushie” Cather lends a hand. In the 1960s, Buzzy became a familiar figure on Valley Avenue at the old Keckley Mill, where the Cather family operated their business called Old Mill Storage, a business that remained an important part of Wi******er’s apple trade for decades. Even into the 1980s, apples were still being packed there in wooden barrels, a reminder of an earlier era in the Shenandoah Valley orchard industry.

Buzzy understood that the apple business was built as much on relationships as it was on fruit. Through Old Mill Storage he helped local orchard growers connect with buyers and markets, serving as a bridge between the Valley’s orchardists and the end customers who depended on their harvest. His work helped many growers find greater success, and the business continued to evolve when he partnered with a friend and fellow orchardman to form Virginia Pride Fruit Packers. After many years of success, he sold his portion of the business and later continued his work in the industry with the New York Apple Marketing Cooperative.

In the late 1980s he married the love of his life, Janet Pyne Cather, and together they built a family that carries his memory forward. He is survived by his daughters Paige Cather (Paulie) of Ocala, Florida, and Lyndsey Cather Hobson (Stan) of McIntosh, New Mexico; stepdaughters Shari Pyne Stefanko (Nick) of Wi******er and Wendy Pyne Sielaty (David) of Raleigh, along with grandchildren and great-grandchildren who will continue his story. For many of us who pass the old mill site on Valley Avenue, it is impossible not to think of the Cather family and their role in Wi******er’s apple industry from 1936 well into the 1980s. Buzzy was part of that legacy, and Wi******er will not forget him...