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It takes a Village

It took two men with a vision to create an all-girls village

On the Tuesday before winter break, a spirited debate has broken out in Jamie Knorr’s sixth-grade history class at Village School, the all-girls middle school he and Proal Heartwell founded two decades ago. A few of Knorr’s students have just delivered their soliloquy, a dramatic discourse based on a character from Rosemary Wells’ Red Moon at Sharpsburg, which they spent several weeks preparing.

“One thing I’ve been thinking about,” Knorr says, “is I’m not clear why we have grades. The deal is, if everyone does what’s asked of them, and does the best she can do, why, on this assignment, is there anyone here who would be upset by not receiving a grade?”

Several hands shoot up, and Knorr points to Ella. “I kind of want to get a grade,” she says. “I know everyone would get an A, so it wouldn’t be meaningful, but I still want to get one.”

“The grade itself doesn’t matter,” counters Penelope. “But I would like to talk to you and get an idea of how I did.”

“It would be awful if you didn’t put a grade on our report card!” an outraged Kayleigh says.

“But you’d have my comments,” Knorr says.

“On this we should have a grade,” insists Julia. “I like your comments, but I feel like it would be so annoying if this didn’t count for more.”

“But you’ve accomplished so much, and you did a good job,” Knorr says. “You have that internal gratification. You did a great job. You feel great. Isn’t that the reward?”

“I understand that,” says Laurel. “But on our report cards, it’s nice to have something that shows our achievement. Even with your comments, we don’t know if we would have gotten an A or a B.”

On it goes—until a bell signaling the end of class rings. But instead of gathering their belongings and heading for the door, the 11- and 12-year-olds continue to make their cases for why grades do or do not matter. Finally, with a broad smile, Knorr tells the girls it’s time to get a move on: “I don’t want you to be late for math class.”

Wanna be startin’ somethin’

“It all starts with teachers,” says Jamie Knorr. “Learning is personal: It’s a personal relationship, and you have to love what you do.” “A lot of what I try to do is just get the kids to relax and trust in themselves and their instincts because they are talented and creative,” says Proal Heartwell. Photo: Amanda Maglione
“A lot of what I try to do is just get the kids to relax and trust in themselves and their instincts because they are talented and creative,” says Proal Heartwell. Photo: Amanda Maglione

Knorr and Heartwell met more than 20 years ago when both were teachers at Charlottesville High School. Heartwell had been teaching English for a decade, but says he wanted “to be in an environment that I had a little more control over.” A place, he adds, where the decisions weren’t made by people who were the furthest removed from the classroom. He and Knorr both enjoyed—and wanted to continue—teaching, but they envisioned doing it at a school that was run by teachers.

The pair’s research showed most families were happy with their elementary and high school experiences, but middle school was another story. It “felt like a forgotten area, and when [students] came to CHS, there were a lot of bright kids who lacked certain skills,” Knorr says. “Many were not strong writers or critical thinkers. They sometimes weren’t able to express themselves verbally.” Knorr and Heartwell thought they might be able to fix this if they opened a school where every teacher had the same children for grades five through eight. Not only would students develop academically, the pair reasoned, but teachers would instill in them confidence, self-reliance and the ability to speak up in class.

The initial reaction to Knorr and Heartwell’s plan was lukewarm. There were already plenty of good schools in Charlottesville and Albemarle, friends and colleagues reminded them.

“That’s why teachers don’t start schools,” Knorr says with a laugh. “People rolled their eyeballs at us.” But it was 1994, and Mary Pipher’s Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls had just been published. In the book, which would sell millions of copies and spend more than three years on the New York Times bestseller list, Pipher, a psychologist, claimed we were living in a culture that “limits girls’ development, truncates their wholeness and leaves many of them traumatized.”

“On a pragmatic level, we needed a niche, something unique to Charlottesville,” Heartwell recalls. “There was a lot of discussion then about gender inequality in the classroom, and we had the opportunity to address that by being a single-sex school. We were convinced that a single-sex environment would allow [girls] to be who they are and focus on learning and risk-taking. We wanted to create an environment where kids could be most successful.”

For the school to succeed, the two men determined they needed 30 students in fifth and sixth grades in the first year. “We opened with 15,” Heartwell says with a smile. Their operating budget was $60,000, but enrollment doubled each year for the first four years, and the school has been fully enrolled since.

“The kids who came that first year were the pioneers who helped us create the traditions and the rules,” Heartwell says. “They taught [two former high school teachers] what a reasonable amount of homework is.”

For their part, Heartwell taught English, Knorr history, and both men taught P.E. They hired part-time math, science, music and drama teachers. They also hired a Latin teacher, and, to this day, some parents ask them, “Why Latin? Why not a modern language?”

“It’s not just about learning Latin,” Knorr explains. “Latin is something that reflects the spirit of the school—they’re both about challenging the girls and allowing them to experience their own power of thought. Latin is not easy, but everyone is in the same boat, everyone has to do it.”

Laurie Duncan, in her 11th year as Village’s Latin teacher, says learning the language “gives the students a key to their own language and unlocks doors to others. That all the students share this language also engages them more deeply in this intellectually rigorous, culturally enriching project.”

Asked about the school’s name, Knorr says, “We were way ahead of Hillary Clinton. We liked the linkage to the Jeffersonian idea of the academical village. And within a village, we take care of each other.”   

In starting their Village, now the oldest all-girls middle school in the country, “it wasn’t just Proal and me,” Knorr says. A lawyer in Heartwell’s family stepped up, and Knorr’s wife, Nancy, is a CPA. A sister-in-law is a graphic artist and there’s a brother-in-law who’s a contractor. Knorr’s friends and family lent the pair $400,000 so they could buy the building the school now occupies at 215 E. High St.

“We watched our expenses, and we went year-to-year,” Knorr says of the early days. “Instead of saving money, we paid our teachers as much as we could possibly afford. It was always a concern that we did not have any fall-back.”

What they did have, though, was downtown Charlottesville: Village School didn’t need a library because a fine public one was two blocks away. McGuffey Park, Lane Field and the Key Recreation Center all served as the school’s gym, and students took art classes in the Old Michie Building, a former printing plant that was turned into a community arts space in the late 1980s. They volunteered every Tuesday at Christ Episcopal Church’s Loaves & Fishes and learned to dance at a studio above Hamiltons’ at First & Main. “Our location was attractive, and it continues to be,” Heartwell says. “I find it odd when schools don’t have a direct connection with their neighborhoods. Charlottesville is so rich in resources.”

In February 2015, the school paid $737,500 for the building next door on Third Street, which, when renovations were completed last fall, gave them another 3,300 square feet of space that is used for math, English and enrichment classes.

The ‘it’ factor

Head of School Eliza O’Connell is also Village’s P.E. teacher. “So much of what is important in life can be learned pushing yourself and participating on a team,” she says. Photo: Amanda Maglione
Head of School Eliza O’Connell is also Village’s P.E. teacher. “So much of what is important in life can be learned pushing yourself and participating on a team,” she says. Photo: Amanda Maglione

Casey Kerrigan, the mother of two Village School grads and a current sixth-grader, calls  Knorr and Heartwell “true visionaries.” She says the time her older daughters—one in college at Oxford, the other recently accepted early action to Yale—spent at Village School “will always be the most significant four years of formal education they’ll ever have in their lives. We’ve witnessed that Village School gives its graduates this ‘it’ that’s hard to quantify, or even verbalize.”

Kerrigan says an all-girls middle school was appealing because research showed “that in mixed-gender schools, girls are called on less, receive less feedback and generally display lower self-esteem. We had been hearing the mantra that the middle school years are difficult for either gender, and that just getting through those years was sufficient. Then we met the Village School faculty, who are devoted to turning [that time] into a thrilling, once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity.”

“Middle school can be a really awkward and difficult time for girls,” says Claire Wiley, a Village School alum who’s now a senior at Northwestern University. “Looking back, I feel like being around other girls I was close with, who were also going through the same things, made the whole experience much more comfortable. … I think my time in middle school was much easier than it would have been if I hadn’t attended Village School. I’ve had conversations with people my age who say that middle school was the worst time of their life, and I was lucky to have this not be the case.”

Eleanor V. Wilson, a professor at the University of Virginia’s Curry School of Education, says the middle school years are when girls—and boys—are especially vulnerable as they are developing their sense of self-worth during these years. “In many ways,” she says, “if students aren’t given chances to develop their sense of self during this age span, problems may follow them into high school and beyond. Self-confidence that is encouraged at this critical time for both boys and girls is central to their becoming successful adults, no matter what path they may follow.”

And although many educators agree that girls tend to be overshadowed academically by boys in the classroom, Wilson says there can be drawbacks to same-sex education because separating boys and girls may “slightly influence social interaction with others. Also, some studies have shown that girls actually strengthen their sense of self-confidence when placed in academic dialogue with boys.”

In 2014, The Atlantic ran a piece titled “The Never-Ending Controversy Over All-Girls Education,” which quoted a Science piece co-authored by eight scholars who claim single-sex schools might actually reinforce cultural attitudes about gender differences and abilities, and leave both sexes unprepared to negotiate egalitarian relationships. Co-education, they say, gives girls and boys the opportunity to learn positive skills from each other. The authors also wrote that success at single-sex schools may have nothing to do with gender makeup, but rather with the characteristics of the students who enroll: Are they academically advanced to begin with? Does their socioeconomic status give them an educational leg up?

Eliza O’Connell, who was hired last summer as Village’s first head of school, has little time for questions like these. “Our goal is to give girls a voice, to engage curious learners and graduate students of the highest character who have a deep love of learning,” she says. The mother of three daughters, O’Connell says the school offers two things: a strong academic program and a single-sex academic and social experience “that just isn’t found in many schools. These are some of the most impressionable and vulnerable years of a girl’s life,” she says. “If girls come out of middle school confident and well-prepared, the sky’s the limit.”

Today Village School has 78 students enrolled in grades five through eight. They arrived from 14 different elementary schools, and the majority of them will go on to a public high school. There are between 32 and 38 “qualified” applicants for 20 places in each year’s fifth grade class, O’Connell says. All prospective students and their parents are interviewed, and every applicant takes the Woodcock-Johnson intelligence test. Following the end-of-January application deadline, the school’s entire full-time faculty of eight meets to “figure out” the incoming class, O’Connell says. “It isn’t about 20 girls who are exceptional at one thing; it’s about the strengths and weaknesses of 20 girls who will thrive together.”

Tuition for the 2016-2017 school year is $14,214, plus an annual $1,000 book, technology and activity fee. The school has a “very modest scholarship program,” says O’Connell, who has worked in development and marketing and sat on a variety of local boards, including the Virginia Discovery Museum, Charlottesville-Albemarle SPCA and the Senior Center.

“In a perfect world, our tuition would never increase,” she says, adding that creating a stronger scholarship program is “an absolute priority” for her.

Asked how the girls transition from the school’s small, nurturing environment to larger public and private high schools, O’Connell says the academic part is relatively easy, but socially, it’s a big change. “Honestly, most of the girls are ready and excited for the opportunity and diversity that awaits them. They are not afraid to ask for help or get involved.”

For Claire Wiley, the transition to Albemarle High School, with an enrollment of nearly 2,000 students, “wasn’t exactly easy, but it was one I wanted to make. After spending four years in a small school, I felt ready to make the leap.”

Heartwell says feedback from high school teachers is positive. “They tell us our kids are good writers, they’re organized and they’re comfortable with adults because they’re so used to the give-and-take and interaction with adults here.”

The next generation

Laurie Duncan, in her 11th year of teaching Latin at Village, says one of the best things about the school is that it “builds this amazing, supportive camaraderie” among the girls. Photo: Amanda Maglione
Laurie Duncan, in her 11th year of teaching Latin at Village, says one of the best things about the school is that it “builds this amazing, supportive camaraderie” among the girls. Photo: Amanda Maglione

Knorr and Heartwell are both in their 60s (66 and 61 years old, respectively), which means they’ve begun to think about the future of Village when they retire. Hiring O’Connell, who spearheaded the purchase of and fundraising for the new building, allows them to do less administrative work and focus on teaching.

Twenty years in is “a natural time for the school to consider the next chapter,” says O’Connell, who, in addition to serving as head of school, has taught physical education classes at Village for two years.

“Nobody can imagine [Knorr and Heartwell] not being here,” she adds. But stepping back from administration “gives them the energy to stay and teach longer.” She sees her role as “remaining true to the pillars that Jamie and Proal created, which includes giving teachers freedom to teach what they are passionate about—real learning comes from having a passionate teacher.” O’Connell also does not “want to change the fundamentals of the school. I want to expand and go deeper where we have already been successful [as well as] create a network for our alumnae to promote each other and to be a voice for girls schools nationwide.”

It’s a chilly, gray January morning, and the girls in Heartwell’s seventh-grade English class are printing out final versions of their five-page “essay of inquiry,” which requires them to ask a question that doesn’t have a definitive answer and come up with their own conclusions. Heartwell tells his students that each of them will read aloud the first paragraph of her essay today. The student-selected topics range from “Where do superstitions come from?” and “What is art?” to “Can we really trust our brains when making a split-second decision?” and “What are the next steps in artificial intelligence—will robots one day take over the world?”

When it’s Libby’s turn to speak, she tells the class that her essay looks at how the stereotypes of princesses have changed our perceptions of girls. “The blue and pink divide,” she says.

“Are there any Disney princesses that are good role models?” Heartwell asks. “What about Belle? She likes to read books!”

“And Snow White is very kind,” says Libby, adding that her essay deals primarily with the physical proportions of princesses and how they affect young girls’ body images.

Heartwell points to Cordelia, who says her paper looks at the advantages and disadvantages of Title IX, the 1972 law that required gender equity for girls and boys in all education programs—including athletics—that were federally funded.

“The point you make about coaching,” Heartwell says. “What did you find out?”

“Before Title IX there were more coaching opportunities for women,” Cordelia says. “After Title IX, pay went up, and a lot of the coaching jobs went to men. Women were allowed to play sports but not coach.”

Now in his 31st year of teaching, Heartwell credits the energy and the age of his students for his longevity in the classroom. “They’re at a nice age and are not necessarily jaundiced about school,” he says. “I also have the opportunity to teach them for four years, so I get to know them well and I can challenge them in a non-threatening way that you have when you have a good rapport with your students.”

Heartwell says the girls are also willing to try things and take chances, “and they understand that things don’t always work out. Sometimes you fail, and this is a good environment for that to happen.” He likens what he does to something poet Wallace Stevens said: “You never write the perfect poem, only the poem that’s less wrong,” Heartwell quotes. “Well, we’re just trying to be less wrong.”

Village people

$4,500: Tuition for the 1995-1996 academic year

99: Percent of girls who start in fifth grade and graduate in eighth grade

16: Number of years the school has published Jambalaya, its student literary journal

1: Number of Village School grads to win the $30,000 Emily Couric Leadership Scholarship

0: Number of girls who have been turned down by the Math Engineering and Science; Environmental Studies; and Health Sciences academies at Albemarle, Western and Monticello high schools, respectively

Jamie Knorr, teaching history at The Village School. Photo: Amanda Maglione
“It all starts with teachers,” says Jamie Knorr. “Learning is a personal relationship, and you have to love what you do.” Photo: Amanda Maglione

13: Number of different colleges and universities that students from Village School’s Class of 2010 attend:

UVA: 4

Bates: 2

Yale: 2

Cornell: 1

Middlebury: 1

New York University: 1

Oxford: 1

Stanford: 1

UCLA: 1

Vassar: 1

Virginia Tech: 1

Williams: 1

William & Mary: 1

45: Number of miles Head of School Eliza O’Connell runs each week

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Put on ice: The General Assembly is in session

State Senator Creigh Deeds compares the 2016 General Assembly session, which starts January 13, to a Talking Heads lyric: “Same as it ever was.” Says Charlottesville’s senior legislator, “It’ll be about money and health care.”

Virginia’s part-time legislature passes a balanced budget every two years, and the 60-day session has been known to drag into June, as happened in 2014. Democratic Governor Terry McAuliffe unveiled a $109 billion budget in December, the largest in Virginia’s history, notes Deeds, a Democrat from Bath County.

The budget also includes Medicaid expansion, an option the Republican-controlled Senate and House of Delegates have repeatedly said is a no-go.

“The biggest thing this year is this is Governor McAuliffe’s first two-year budget,” says House Minority Leader David Toscano. “He’s trying to secure his legacy as a governor. The No. 1 lift for me is to try to protect what he has in his budget.”

Atypical this year: Virginia has a surplus rather than a deficit. “This is only the second time in 12 years we actually have some additional dollars to work with,” says Delegate Steve Landes, a Republican representing the 25th District, which includes western Albemarle.

Despite strong partisanship in the Capitol, local legislators agree there are a lot of issues that have support on both sides of the aisle.

McAuliffe has made education funding a top priority and proposes a 2 percent raise for state employees. “Raises for teachers and public employees have a lot of support,” says Toscano.

Bioscience research, development and cybersecurity funding tied to universities and community colleges “have a very strong chance of passage,” says Toscano. So do the job creation elements in the budget, he says.

Federal sequestration in 2013 hit Virginia hard. “The days of federal government largesse are coming to an end,” says Toscano. “A lot of things in the budget have strong bipartisan support.”

Landes likes that McAuliffe put money—more than $600 million—into the state’s rainy day fund. And he says he agrees with relaxing the accelerated sales tax for 90 percent of retailers who have had to pay it in advance.

Republican Senator Bryce Reeves, who represents eastern Albemarle in the 17th district, wants a smaller budget and state income tax cuts. “The budget seems to grow every year,” he says. “The governor has put so many political things in it it’s going to be a beast.”

While previous budget years have had scorched-earth debates, Landes says, “I don’t think it will be necessarily contentious. I think it will be an active and robust discussion. I know we’ll be working with the governor and agree when we can—and won’t when we can’t.”

Medicaid expansion

Since he took office in 2014, Governor Terry McAuliffe has attempted to expand Medicaid for 400,000 Virginians who don't have health insurance by using federal dollars in the Affordable Care Act. Photo: John Robinson
Since he took office in 2014, Governor Terry McAuliffe has attempted to expand Medicaid for 400,000 Virginians who don’t have health insurance by using federal dollars in the Affordable Care Act. Photo: John Robinson

Since he took office in 2014, McAuliffe has tried to take advantage of federal dollars in the Affordable Care Act to expand Medicaid for 400,000 Virginians who don’t have health insurance.

“It’s not going to fly,” says Landes. “We’ve got to back that portion out of the budget.

“We’ve repeatedly made it clear that’s not going to happen,” echoes Republican Delegate Rob Bell, who will be running for attorney general in 2017. “The final budget will not look like what the governor sent down.”

The Dems remain hopeful but realistic. “There are a lot of moving parts,” says Toscano. “The economics are such that without expansion, we’re taking away millions a day, not to mention the human cost of people who can’t get insurance.”

Says Toscano, “If anything passes, because Republicans have their feet in cement, it won’t be called Medicaid expansion.”

Deeds points out that McAuliffe has tied expansion to some modest tax cuts as an incentive to Republicans. “The good news is we still have the option to do the right thing for 400,000 Virginians,” he says. “They’re the working poor and we already provide health care for them in the emergency rooms.”

Geoffrey Skelley with UVA’s Center for Politics says any Republicans supporting Medicaid expansion would open themselves to attack in the 2017 primary. “Their opponents could suggest they’re essentially going along with Obamacare.”

And if McAuliffe holds firm, it could put him in a difficult position and make it harder to get support for other projects, Skelley says. “The Republican legislature could send him a budget and if he doesn’t sign it, [it could] say he’s holding up the budget.”

Guns and legislators

Gun violence is another national issue that will play out in Virginia. A week before the General Assembly session started, President Barack Obama issued executive orders strengthening background checks. In October, McAuliffe banned guns in state buildings. And right before Christmas, Democratic Attorney General Mark Herring said Virginia will revoke its reciprocity agreements with other states on concealed gun permits.

Meanwhile, following the San Bernardino slayings, Liberty University President Jerry Falwell Jr. encouraged students and faculty to obtain concealed carry permits.

A week before the session began, there were around two dozen bills filed on guns, both tightening background checks and expanding concealed carry.

Toscano predicts a series of bills to loosen where guns can be carried: in schools, by teachers, in airports. “I do not think any of those bills will pass,” he says. And on wedge issues such as guns, says Toscano,  “The governor doesn’t have a lot of patience with that. And we can sustain a veto.”

He adds, “I don’t think any gun safety bills will pass. They won’t get through the House.”

Toscano carried a bill last year that allowed private gun sellers to have voluntary background checks at gun shows done instantaneously by the Virginia State Police as it does for licensed dealers. “Even that couldn’t get passed,” he says.

Landes has heard a lot of concerns about Herring’s action on concealed carry reciprocity. “We’re trying to figure out what precipitated that,” he says. “There’s a suspicion it was politically motivated. It’s not coming from the state police.”

“I think we’ll see legislation on that,” says Bell.

And indeed, Reeves is carrying a bill to reinstitute concealed carry, and says there will be four other bills doing so.

Following McAuliffe’s executive order banning guns in state buildings and Herring’s decision on concealed carry, Senator Bill Carrico threatened to defund the governor’s security detail if he doesn’t want guns in government buildings. “That’s very much a stunt,” says Skelley.

But Reeves thinks such reactions are less about guns and the Second Amendment and more about the use of executive power to bypass the legislature. “I think there’s going to be pushback,” he says.

Presidential politics

About the same time the General Assembly will be debating the budget, the 2016 presidential primary season will be in full swing. Virginia’s is March 1, and, of course, the national election is in November.

“Virginia is a very important swing state,” says Skelley, “perhaps the most watched state because of its proximity to Washington. There will be a lot of maneuvering with the presidential elections in mind.”

And Hillary Clinton, the Democratic frontrunner, is “Terry McAuliffe’s good friend,” says Skelley.

However, Republicans Reeves and Bell don’t see the presidential race having much impact on the General Assembly. “Frankly, people pay less attention to us because the presidential election is so exciting,” says Bell.

Toscano predicts more bills to make it more difficult for people to vote. “That’s part of the Republican strategy to discourage turnout of the Democratic base that doesn’t vote in every election,” he says.

With Herring’s action on concealed carry and if McAuliffe holds fast on Medicaid, says Skelley, “These are all opportunities to make a splash politically, while not necessarily from a good government standpoint.”

One thing local Dem and GOP legislators share is the desire the session not drag on.

“I’d like to see us get out early,” says Reeves. “I think everyone’s a little tired after reelection. Now it’s time to get down to governing.”

The bills that bind us

Along with producing a budget, Virginia legislators have been known to file thousands of bills to consider during their 60-day session. At press time, fewer than 1,400 had been filed—but there were still a couple of days left to do so.

Waldo Jaquith, creator of Richmond Sunlight, which tracks legislation, says he’s seeing an uptick in gun bills. “I guess it reflects the national debate.” And he notes “the usual rate” of Democrats trying to expand voting rights.

“What I haven’t yet seen is the one that’s going to humiliate Virginia,” he says, although there’s a strong contender: Delegate Dave LaRock’s gender discrimination bill, which seems to target the transgender community, calls for “analysis of the individual’s gonadal, internal and external morphologic, chromosomal and hormonal characteristics.” Explains Jaquith, “If you want to accuse someone of discrimination on the basis of sex, you’ve got to prove your gender first.”

Here’s a smattering of legislation the General Assembly will be considering.

Pass a stopped school bus and you can get a summons in the mail. (HB243)

Punching out the referee would be a Class 1 misdemeanor. (HB295)

Restaurants can sell more booze with the food-alcohol ratio lowered from 45 percent food to 25 percent. (HB219)

Registered sex offenders can’t have special license plates that say “Kids first.” (HB305)

Transportation of turkey toes and feathers allowed. (HB360)

Legislators can still have free lunch from lobbyists. (SB213)

Pretending your pooch is a service dog will be a Class 4 misdemeanor. (HB270)

No tanning booths for the underage. (HB356)

Electronic communications service providers can be secretly subpoenaed. (HB326)

You must be convicted of a crime before assets can be seized. (SB108)

Prosecutors have a duty to provide evidence to the defense. (HB246)

Justifiable police homicides must be reported in the annual Crime in Virginia report. (HB301)

Localities can ban plastic bags. “First time I’ve seen it carried by a Republican,” says Jaquith. (HB288)

FOIA focus

Every year Virginia’s Freedom of Information Act is the subject of bills that provide citizens more access to what their government is doing—and bills that attempt to gut it.

“There’s a higher number of pro-access bills so far,” says Megan Rhyne, executive director of the Virginia Coalition for Open Government. “Several bring us important concepts, such as access to closed criminal investigation files.” Another undoes actions taken in improperly closed meetings, she says.

“So far the most troubling” bill filed limits government employee salary disclosure, says Rhyne. Currently salaries under $10,000 are exempt from disclosure. SB202 would up that to $30,000, and prohibit names from being disclosed in a database, something the Cavalier Daily does annually on UVA employees. “It doesn’t define database,” says Rhyne. Conceivably, posting a name and salary on a blog could be illegal. “It’s a very troubling law for us,” she says.

Although it may appear Hillary Clinton is the inspiration for HB398, which requires elected officials and public employees to use government e-mail accounts to conduct government business, it’s been
a concern for years, says Rhyne. Private e-mails are “not practical from a government records standpoint,” she says.

Last year, Albemarle County amended the comprehensive plan for an undisclosed brewery, refusing to reveal the name of the business for which it was changing the county’s land use. A couple of FOIA bills tighten up nondisclosure agreements, requiring them to be approved in an open meeting and nixing a nondisclosure exemption before a building permit or site plan can be approved.

They’ve got issues

Photo: File photo
Photo: File photo

Charlottesville and Albemarle have six legislators (hello, gerrymandering) headed to Richmond. The ones closest to Charlottesville talked to us about some of the bills they’ll be carrying.

Senator Creigh Deeds (D)

25th District, Millboro

Bath County native Deeds, who’s served in both the House of Delegates and the Senate, will be heading to the General Assembly for the 25th time.

In 2013, his son, Gus, was denied a hospital bed during a mental health crisis, attacked Deeds and then committed suicide. Needless to say, mental health care reform is a major issue for Deeds, and in November he filed a $6 million lawsuit against the state. He and Delegate Rob Bell have been working on a four-year study of the state’s mental health care system, and when it’s done in 2017, “We hope to make a bold initiative,” says Deeds. This session, he’s carrying a bill that would allow family input when faced with an emergency custody situation.

Redistricting reform has been a perennial for Deeds for almost as long as he’s been in the legislature. “There’s no more fundamental change we can make than to reform the redistricting process with a constitutional amendment,” he says.

The Atlantic Coast Pipeline has roiled Nelson County. “I’m not for or against the pipeline,” he says, but “I don’t think it’s right for gas companies to go on people’s property.”

Lawyers locally have asked for another circuit court judge for the 16th Judicial Circuit, and Deeds says he’s looking for a less partisan way to pick judges.

Deeds is working with distillers in Nelson to “put them on a more level playing field with beer and wine,” he says. The loss of pollinators—bees, bats and butterflies—is “foundational” to the economy, and he says he’s working with the apiary and agricultural community to come up with a long-term approach.

He admits he used to think carrying bills for a state insect or state beverage was kind of silly, but when a group of Piedmont Virginia Community College students asked that Nelsonite become the Virginia state rock, Deeds thought, if this helps get young people interested in state government, why not?

Senator Bryce Reeves (R)

17th District, Spotsylvania

What Reeves likes about the revenue surplus is that it’s a chance to reduce the state income tax by returning around $135 million to taxpayers. “Everyone would get about a $1,000 tax break,” he says.

He’s carrying a bill that would give teachers a tax credit up to $500 for the unreimbursed spending they do in the classroom.

Almost every legislator has a pet issue they keep bringing back every year, and, for Reeves, it’s raising the threshold for grand larceny, which is a felony, from $200 to $500. “I’m a glutton for punishment,” he says. He believes it hasn’t gotten traction in the past because some Republicans see it as being “soft on crime.” But he says it would save the state more than $22 million over six years, not to mention the human cost and lives affected.

He points out that even the Koch brothers support criminal justice reform. And Reeves won’t be alone. Several other bills have been filed that do the same thing.

Delegate Rob Bell (R)

58th District, Albemarle

After the session, Bell, an attorney, will be making his second run for attorney general. He’s been working with Deeds on the mental health commission, and has a couple of bills in mind for this year.

“There’s no required notification of family at commitment hearings,” he says. And, like Deeds, he has a family input bill. “Now, if a clinician decides a person shouldn’t be committed, there’s no recourse for family.” For adults over 18, the family has both an interest and may have additional info not available to the clinician, he says.

Quite often in writing legislation it’s about coming up with the right language, and Bell has been working to define what constitutes stalking, including looking at a 50-state survey. The answer on when behavior becomes threatening was surprisingly simple: “If you tell them to stop,” he says, comparing it to trespassing, where one has to give a warning before it’s illegal to come onto private property. “It was a eureka moment,” says Bell.

Bell’s perennial since 2010 is the Tebow bill, which would allow students not enrolled in public schools to participate in sports.

Another perennial is a constitutional amendment for charter schools that would bypass localities, which now hold the authority to establish those schools. “Local input has become a local veto,” he says. Constitutional amendments have to pass the General Assembly twice before they go on the ballot, and this will be the second round for Bell. “I’ve got a son who has needed a different approach, and lots of families have that situation,” he says.

Delegate Steve Landes (R)

25th District, Weyers Cave

Tenth-termer Landes is chair of the education committee, and it’s no surprise that he has ed-centric legislation. He’s looking for a two-year study on the standards of quality, including what impact technology has on current standards of learning. “It’s a top-to-bottom review,” he says, “not piecemeal.”

He also wants institutions of higher education to report to the General Assembly what activities they’re involved in that affect local and regional economies. “Now there’s no requirement,” he says. “A lot of government money is going to universities. A lot of activities are going on”—he cites bioscience as an example—“we don’t always know about. This would help us make better decisions in funding.”

Landes is looking at economic development in agriculture, too. The Governor’s Agriculture and Forestry Industries Development Fund provides $50,000 to $100,000 grants to start-ups, and Kelly free-range turkeys in Crozet received one, he says. Landes wants to expand its definition of ag activities to include aquaculture, such as oyster and trout farming.

Delegate David Toscano (D)

57th District, Charlottesville

Toscano, a family law attorney, usually carries bills pertaining to his field, and this year he’s working on something called Fostering Futures. “A lot of kids age out of foster care at 18 and have no plans for where they’re going,” he says. This measure would extend support for 18- to 21-year-olds who choose to opt in, he says.

Another bill would allow those 65 and older “to vote early without an excuse,” says Toscano. Currently to get an absentee ballot in Virginia, one must have an approved reason for not showing up at the polls. “Let’s make it easier for anyone over 65 to vote,” he urges.

A couple of Toscano bills deal with energy. One would allow localities to give homeowners loans for installing solar energy that would be paid back in property tax bills. Another lets electric car owners send energy back to the grid when the vehicle isn’t in use.

And Toscano wants to give students for whom English is a second language a break and not have to immediately pass SOLs. “They may be perfectly smart but don’t know English well,” he says.

Delegate Matt Fariss (R)

59th District, Rustburg

Fariss, who runs a livestock auction in Lynchburg and lives 70 miles from some of his southern Albemarle constituents, can be difficult to catch up with, although he told C-VILLE a couple of years ago he does meet with those he represents—in Lovingston. This year was no exception, and the delegate from Rustburg did not respond to multiple requests from C-VILLE, although an aide did e-mail two bills he’d be carrying.

One allows property owners to sue those who fly picture-taking drones over their property. Another requires animal control officers and humane investigators to include a description of their animal intake policy in annual reports to the state veterinarian.

“I think it will be an active and robust discussion,” says Republican Delegate Steve Landes. “I know we’ll be working with the governor and agree when we can—and won’t when we can’t.”

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Arts

Dynamic Duo: MoJa embraces lifelong musical lessons

It isn’t the quest for red-carpet accolades, social media props, YouTube views or Spotify listens that drives MoJa. The Charlottesville-based quartet, co-fronted by violinist Morwenna Lasko and guitarist Jay Pun, wants to make better art.

“We don’t view making music as a commercial enterprise,” says Pun. “Rather, we think of it as a continual process of discovery.”

Taking a listen to the band’s fresh-off-the-mastering-board December 15 release, The Hollow—which is, more than anything else, a tenaciously virtuosic testimony to the possibilities of acoustic music—you can’t miss the fact that the duo’s exploration-driven scholarly purism is the album’s defining influence.

And there’s a good reason for that.

Unlike your average symphony or self-taught acoustic musician, Pun and Lasko seem to approach their music from a genre-transcending, Bruce Lee-esque perspective, using education as a vehicle for liberating themselves from the limitations imposed by traditional forms. In other words, they’ve really gotten into jazz.

“The thing that kicked our artistic development into an entirely different plane was the decision to study jazz theory under Mr. Roland Wiggins,” says Lasko. “We’d both graduated from college and had been playing professionally around town for a few years, and felt the need to learn more.”

Vocalizing this desire to local musicians led to Pun and Lasko’s getting turned on to the legendary—but also somewhat reclusive—Wiggins, who has a reputation for offering mentorship and private lessons to particularly gifted protégés.   

Born in Philadelphia, the 83-year-old earned his doctoral degree from the Juilliard School, and has taught music theory at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst College, Hampshire College and, presently, the University of Virginia.

Concerning his approach to the craft, Wiggins has been described by Dr. William Zurcher—an acclaimed music theorist and instructor in his own right—as being “an expert on esoteric music theory, including various synthetic structures (tonal clusters, synthetic scales, strata harmony), [whose major contribution is] a systematic study of statistical tonal tendencies in an effort to gain a general insight into tonal behavior.” While this technical mouthful may mean nada for laymen, what it translates to is Wiggins being an extraordinarily influential figure among prominent jazz musicians of the 1960s and ’70s. Wiggins worked with and taught greats such as Ella Fitzgerald, Yusef Lateef, Billy Taylor, Sonny Fortune, Donald Byrd, Kenny Barron and John Coltrane.

“Each time we meet with [Wiggins], the first thing he says is, ‘Have you learned everything yet?’” laughs Pun. “After awhile, I realized that the question was meant to emphasize the fact that the artistic process is something that will never be concluded—it’s a reiteration of the commitment to a lifelong course of study.”

For Pun and Lasko, both in their early 30s, the Wiggins’-inspired epiphany of musical artistry as a skill to be continuously developed served as a major catalyst for The Hollow.

MoJa’s The Hollow was released December 15. The largely acoustic album reflects the contemplative space songwriters often occupy. Photo: File photo
MoJa’s The Hollow was released December 15. The largely acoustic album reflects the contemplative space songwriters often occupy. Photo: File photo

“In a way, the album is us stepping out of the shadows of our musical influences,” says Pun. “While we wanted to honor our heroes and the traditions that shaped their music, The Hollow is us melding and blending and disseminating those influences in a manner we feel is true and original.” Put another way: The album can basically be seen as the group’s rite of passage, with the recordings serving as a line of demarcation for its creators’ development, marking the transition from the formative musings of youth to a pair of mature artists commanding a stylistic aesthetic that, whether applied to a reprised Irish fiddle tune or a funky gypsy jazz number, is theirs and theirs alone.

To fully appreciate MoJa’s evolutionary course, it helps to get a feel for the duo’s musical beginnings. “My parents were artists, so I grew up in a household that placed high value on creativity,” says Lasko. “There was always music in the house … my father had a great record collection and played, among other things, the accordion, while my sisters played the cello and piano.”

Surrounded by so much music, Lasko picked up her first instrument at the age of 3. “I remember watching ‘Sesame Street’ and being absolutely floored by this guest musician, Itzhak Perlman,” says Lasko. “He was playing classical violin and I was just mesmerized. I knew I had to do that.”

Lasko’s parents enthusiastically provided their daughter with a violin and lessons. Yet, while classical symphonies comprised the bulk of her formal studies, it was her father’s eclectic musical taste that provided the backbone for Lasko’s earliest musical investigations. “My dad was into everything,” explains Lasko. “He loved and listened to all the jazz greats, but was also really into popular stuff like The Beatles, or Joni Mitchell, or like the fingerstyle guitarist John Martin, or gypsy jazz guys like Django Reinhardt and Stéphane Grappelli.”

Lasko learned to love and, more importantly, to play a diverse range of styles; she’s worked hard to master the idiosyncratic demands of various foundational techniques. It was these studies that, in her teenage years, led her to form a band with her father, enabling the budding violinist to test her improvisational chops in real time, onstage before a live audience.

“We played gigs all over Connecticut,” says Lasko. “Our repertoire was this big mix of stuff—Scottish and Irish music, gypsy swing, fiddle tunes, just a lot of traditional-type material.” And although eventually she outgrew the “old-time” music—the formal constraints of the various genres ultimately became frustratingly limiting—Lasko is quick to insist that those early stylistic forays served as a contextualizing backdrop for her burgeoning interest in jazz music, which itself led to her decision to attend the Berklee College of Music, where by a twist of fate she would, some years later, meet Pun.

“For me things went a little differently,” laughs Pun, a native of Charlottesville. “My path wasn’t quite as, ah, straightforward as Morwenna’s.” Pun is the son of first-generation immigrants from Thailand who wanted to give him all the opportunities and luxuries they perceived to be indicative of a healthy American upbringing, which meant, among other things, piano lessons.

“I never really got into the piano,” says Pun. “I did the lessons for about five or six years but, whether I was a bad student or had an uninspiring teacher, I just never really got into it.”

What Pun means is memorizing Beethoven, Mozart and their brethren wasn’t his thing. To the contrary, he was more of a Jackson 5 kind of guy. “I remember being a little kid and seeing The Jackson 5,” says Pun. “I loved, loved Michael Jackson. I had this feeling that anytime I saw something of his that it was just tremendously exciting. I felt there was this special extra energy that wasn’t available anywhere else.”

This draw ultimately led Pun to drop out of piano lessons and pursue the drums. “Once on the drums, I fell in and out of lessons for years,” says Pun. “Then when I was 13, I was at band practice and the guitar player didn’t show up. So I thought, ‘Well, I guess I’ll have to play the guitar.’ And oddly enough, completely unexpectedly, I fell in love.”

Not too long after this garage rehearsal insight, Pun ditched the drum kit and transitioned into guitar studies.“I got really into ’70s funk music,” he says. “I loved The Meters, Funkadelic, stuff like that.”

Pun pursued blues, rock and funk throughout his high school years and, despite an appreciation for the technical acrobatics inherent to the jazz form, he didn’t have an inclination to investigate the style. And it was this lack—i.e. the intention of beefing up that skill set and thereby augmenting his chops—that inspired Pun’s decision to matriculate to the Berklee College of Music.

Despite attending the same school, Pun and Lasko didn’t meet until the final semester of their senior year. “We were both in this really great Theory of Indian Music course,” says Lasko. “I remember Jay asking what I felt were smart questions now and then, but we didn’t really cross paths or have a conversation.”

Photo: Jack Looney
Photo: Jack Looney

That is until, one day, while strolling down a campus hallway, Lasko noticed a flier advertising Pun’s senior recital—an acoustic, fingerstyle rendering of the work of Algerian guitarist Pierre Bensusan. She froze. Stunned, Lasko recalled childhood Sunday mornings, when her father would sit picking obscure tunes by none other than Bensusan. Contributing to the experience’s uncanniness, Pun’s set was to feature a couple of her father’s favorite tunes.

“There was no doubt in my mind about going to watch him play,” says Lasko. “So I went and I was just blown away.”

After the recital the two talked, wound up jamming and became stalwart friends. They were so smitten with one another’s art—musical soulmates—that, upon graduating, they decided to move to Pun’s hometown of Charlottesville.

Once in Charlottesville, as respective masters of the acoustic guitar and violin—er, fiddle—Pun and Lasko capitalized on the well-established singer-songwriter, folk and bluegrass scenes, performing on numerous recordings, filling in at gigs and so on. However, after some years, much session work and a healthy dose of professional disillusionment, around 2005 the two decided to go out on a limb and form their own band.

“We were getting work in the studios and playing in other groups,” says Pun. “But the gigs nearly always entailed some sort of compromise—you had to play what was asked for. Which is rarely what’s interesting or challenging or anything approximating what you’d most like to be playing.”

But when Pun and Lasko sat down and played together? This was another matter entirely. With similar technical backgrounds and capabilities, the two were free to explore, improvise and push one another’s skills to the forefront of their capabilities.

“It was whatever comes out of our fingers,” says Lasko. “We could play a hard-rock song with swing, or transform it into a ballad, or segue it into a jazz standard. It was organic, and it was really, really cool.”

In conversing with the two about music, this connection is immediately observable—it’s almost as if they’re thinking the same thought, as if it wouldn’t matter who spoke, the answer would be the same. Their aesthetic is so intertwined, each is a component of the other.

The origins of this mutual aesthetic—that of MoJa—seems to have become officially solidified in 2009, with the recording of their acclaimed debut album, Chioggia Beat. The album featured 12 “worldly original tunes” and guest appearances by Dave Matthews Band trumpeter Rashawn Ross, local soul-singer extraordinaire Ezra Hamilton and the world-renowned fingerstyle guitarist/vocalist who brought Pun and Lasko together in the first place, Bensusan.

The album’s success led to first one, then a string of European tours, including a visit to play Charlottesville’s Italian sister city, Poggio a Caiano, where the group graced the stage of 2012’s Festival delle Colline Torinesi.

“When we got to see the response our music got in all those different countries, we knew we were on to something,” says Pun. “And we decided we wanted to expand the music, to grow it even more.”

Which brings us just about up-to-date—as it was this decision that provided the impetus for Lasko and Pun to begin studying under the tutelage of Wiggins.

Photo: Courtesy of subject
Photo: Courtesy of subject

“Wiggins kept telling us over and over that ‘greatness is the realization of a tendency,’” says Lasko. “And while recording The Hollow with our quartet”—which includes Pete Spaar on bass and Devonne Harris on drums—“I noticed myself having this tendency to play certain [prefabricated] things, and so I’d try to play something completely different.”

Rather than using the act of becoming aware of a musical tendency as a mechanism for predictability, Lasko sought to untrain her responses, and in the manner of Ezra Pound’s famous imperative, make it new.

“It’s like without really talking about it we decided to constantly take the road of least travel,” says Lasko. “Because of that, we’ve made so many beautiful discoveries about ourselves, which naturally lead to discoveries [and the development] of style.”

And perhaps it is this strategy that gives The Hollow its strange and almost haunting intimacy—unlike the more familiar modality of a singer-songwriter, where introspection and reflection are given verbal treatment, here, in songs that are largely instrumental, those components are hardwired into the compositions, comprising the melodies, harmonies and rhythms.

“With The Hollow we were trying to talk about a kind of emptiness,” says Pun. “We wanted the music to reflect that sad, quiet place you go to as an artist when you are getting ready to write something new. We wanted to capture the sound of creation.”

When talking about the process of creating The Hollow, much in the vein of Rumi reminiscing upon the advisements of his beloved teacher, Shams, Pun and Lasko can wax a bit mystical. That’s why applying the “rite of passage” tag to the album feels justified. Because what Lasko and Pun attempted—and have done—here is something that’s not just tough to do, but extremely rare.

When Shams explains to Rumi that he is “pregnant with a beautiful gift for the world,” what he’s asking Rumi to do is to embrace not just a kind of artistic responsibility, but a process that is continual and recurrent. To give birth requires retreat, pause, gestation—in other words, it requires one to visit what Pun and Lasko have dubbed “the hollow.”

Furthermore, if he is to continue to create masterful works, the artist must go through a similar but different process again and again. In other words, he must become a lifelong student, a devotee to his own artistic process of inspiration and artistic creation. “After seeing firsthand the power of music to connect people of differing races, nationalities, ethnicities and cultural backgrounds, we’re committed to being a part of that process,” says Pun. “We want our music to get better and better. We want it to serve as a bridge.”

Asked what we can expect from MoJa in 10 years, Lasko replies: “I hope to know more than I do now. I will never stop learning and never stop filling the gaps in my knowledge. The only way to grow is to be open to the fact that we have gaps, and to be humbled by that fact. I hope to still be making the music that Jay and I do, and traveling the world to share it with people.”

MoJa will perform songs from The Hollow at the Jefferson African American Heritage Center at an album release party on January 29.

–Eric J. Wallace

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Arts Living News

2015 Year in Review

Looking back on the last year, it’s clear why Charlottesville was named the No. 2 most exciting city in Virginia (actually, we’d make the case for No. 1). Our town was propelled into the national spotlight for high-profile events such as Martese Johnson’s altercation with ABC agents and Jesse Matthew receiving three life sentences in one of three cases against him. But it wasn’t all bad: Dozens of musicians headlined countless sold-out shows around town, the Downtown Mall welcomed a new movie theater and new restaurants and breweries dominated the food scene. This was one for the books.

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Relationship building: Police officers focus on getting to know the community they serve

Chief Timothy Longo recently announced his retirement after 34 years of police work. The last 15 of them have been at the Charlottesville Police Department during a time of many high-profile investigations, such as the disappearance and murder of Hannah Graham and the indictment of her alleged killer, Jesse Matthew.

“I’ve got nothing left to give,” he says, but the legacy he’ll leave behind is one of relational policing—a rebranding of community policing he created to focus on building relationships with the people his department serves. In late October, he presented his big idea to the National Press Club in Washington, D.C., as a model that other departments could look to, but it’s something he implemented on his first day in office.

With a fleet of 114 sworn officers covering eight districts citywide, Longo, 52, has spent his reign leading his uniformed men and women in reaching out to residents in an effort to collaborate with the community. Speaking to what’s happened in America over the past 18 months (namely riotous protests in Ferguson, Missouri), he says while it has challenged law enforcement, it has also created an opportunity for police departments to rethink how they do their work.

For example, Lieutenant Steve Upman says patrol officers recently took the time to knock on doors of every residence on Hardy Drive, South First Street and Sixth Street SE to ask about any concerns of people in the area. For those who weren’t home, officers left door hangers that prompted residents to reach out to them with their input.

While the Constitution of the United States guides the work of the CPD and every law enforcement office in the nation, Longo says so often officers look at this guide as the ceiling “when it’s really just the floor.” He adds, “There are so many things that we’re able to do that are constitutionally permissible, but that may not be consistent with the expectations of the community.”

And how do they learn those expectations that community members have for policing strategies? They ask. They hold open forums, they have one-on-one conversations with concerned citizens, and, when all else fails, they knock on doors.

“The results, I suppose, are largely qualitative not necessarily quantitative,” he says. “Do I believe we’ve done an increasingly better job at building relationships, opening lines of communication, and rebuilding and sustaining trust? Yes.” But the initiative isn’t perfect.

“It will always be a work in progress,” he says, adding that he hopes it continues to be a part of the department’s operating plan as he retires his badge and the organization moves forward. But while looking at the work the department does, how it affects communities and whether its work is in line with community expectations, even when department leaders find that it’s not, he says he hopes they will always “be courageous enough to say, ‘Maybe we need to rethink our strategy.’”

But one thing will remain the same: “The business is about people. It always has been and it always will be.”

To experience relational policing firsthand, C-VILLE went for a ridealong with two city officers.

Officer Randy Wu

Officer Wu pictured in his squad car. Photo: Martyn Kyle

A Charlottesville police officer of three and a half years, Randy Wu graduated from the University of Virginia in 2012. He works the evening shift from 3pm-1am and patrols District 2, which covers the Belmont area. He says it’s probably the busiest district—meaning it’s home to the largest amount of violent and domestic crime.

Wu says he makes himself accessible to the community by making his presence known in the neighborhoods he patrols. Though he can’t know everyone in the city, knowing everyone in the neighborhood is more realistic, Wu says. He recognizes most of the people he sees on the streets.

During a November 19 ridealong, Wu, or CP84 as he calls himself on the dispatch radio, was asked to define relational policing. While he jokingly asked, “What did the chief say it is?”, in his case, an age-old saying rings true: Actions speak louder than words.

4:10pm

Officer Wu makes several rounds of District 2, which he has patrolled for about two years.

4:16pm

A small girl with a big toothy grin waves to Wu excitedly. He smiles, waves back and says, “Hey.”

4:26pm

Wu slows to a stop and motions for a waiting dog walker to cross the street. The dog walker turns and heads in the opposite direction and the police officer laughs.

4:29pm

Photo: Martyn Kyle
Photo: Martyn Kyle

A Belmont resident with a cigarette in hand runs in front of Wu’s car to flag him down. He says she’s a regular and steps out to chat. After their initial fist bump, the woman playfully complains that Wu let her nephew out of jail, and he explains that, though he takes people to jail, letting them out isn’t his responsibility. She fills Wu in on the latest neighborhood gossip, says she wants to move to get away from police, threatens to kill her nephew in his sleep, asks for a ride and kicks the police car. Wu, with arms crossed and rocking back and forth, is engaged, but not alarmed. He says his goodbyes, tells her to stay out of trouble, gets back into the car and goes about his shift.

4:34pm

One of the first calls of the night comes over his radio about a 10-year-old riding a four wheeler in circles in a field off Cedar Hill Road. “Man, everything’s happening on the other side of town,” he says. “I don’t like to not do stuff.”

5:04pm

A call comes over his radio about a man clapping his hands loudly near The Whiskey Jar on the Downtown Mall. Wu prepares to confront “The Clapper,” whom he says people complain about almost every day.

5:14pm

Photo: Martyn Kyle
Photo: Martyn Kyle

When he approaches The Clapper, a guy in baggy sweatpants and long dreadlocks, Wu says he’s been called because the loud clapping is disturbing those having dinner in the mall’s outdoor seating areas. The Clapper, who says he’s worshiping God by clapping his hands and is protected by the First Amendment, explains that he “ain’t got time to mess with the devil.” Wu says the people on the mall “also have the right to not practice religion.”

The Clapper says officers in the past have said he’s allowed to continue clapping, so long as he stays mobile, rather than fixed in one spot. Wu says he respects that right, encourages The Clapper to keep moving and stops by The Whiskey Jar to follow up.

5:31pm

Wu sanitizes his hands when he gets back to his patrol car.

5:52pm

In his downtime, Wu prepares to serve four warrants with the help of Officer Grant Davis, adding that he prefers to serve warrants in pairs for safety reasons. In his stack of warrants, he knows three of the four people and decides ahead of time who he believes will open the door to him.

5:53pm

He stops to serve his first warrant and inspects a C-VILLE photographer’s car, thinking the vehicle looks suspicious compared with others in the area. He then realizes it’s the photog’s car and chuckles. Heading to the address provided on the warrant, he knocks on the door and is told the person he’s looking for does not live there. He has little success with other warrants, but does learn from one stop that the girl he’s looking for is at her fast-food job nearby.

Asked if he believes the tip, he says, “I just assume everybody is lying to me.”

6:31pm

He approaches a tow truck that’s blocking a lane of traffic while trying to pull a tractor out of the mud. He flashes his lights to alert drivers of the obstruction and hops out to help the tow truck driver.

7:33pm

Wu pulls over a silver Nissan on Elliott Avenue at Avon Street for running a red light. Admitting that he was too far away to make the best judgment call, Wu gives the driver a warning.

7:48pm

He calls the fast-food restaurant and asks to speak with the wanted employee. He tells the employee, whom he previously arrested for shoplifting, that she’s wanted for missing a court date and that he has to arrest her. And so he does, with the help of Davis, and after he puts her in the back of the car he explains everything that’s happening, asks if she’s comfortable or has any questions. He also inquires about her pet dog. “Does she still like to hide under the bed?”

8:42pm

Wu arrives at the jail and files the required paperwork. The magistrate sets the woman’s bond at $7,500. Wu says tonight, so far, has been less eventful than most.

At the end of the day, Wu says his job is about letting people know “we’re for them.”

Officer Annmarie Hamill

Photo: Martyn Kyle
Photo: Rammelkamp Foto

As a former New Yorker of 30 years, stay-at-home mother of three boys and a Fluvanna County Public Schools instructional aide, Officer Annmarie Hamill, who’s worked for the CPD for three years, has learned from experience that “a smile goes a long way.” She’s not the cop you’ve seen slinging a student across a classroom or firing rounds at innocent bystanders.

“We’re not just here to arrest people, we’re here to help,” she says. “If we know what the concerns are for our community, then it makes our job easier because we can address those before crime happens.”

Calling Charlottesville a melting pot, much like the city in which she used to dwell, she spends every shift building trust with the people who call this place home. And though she may go by CP51 on her dispatch radio, Hamill is known as the mom of the police department and says everyone on the day shift is like a family to her. She even has a “work husband.”

“I feel at home here,” she says while patrolling District 3, which covers the east side of the city from East Market Street all the way to Pen Park Road, making it one of the largest districts citywide. With her blond hair pulled back in a tight knot, rectangular glasses and two hands on the wheel, she tells of stopping her patrol car to referee a basketball game in mid-November. A slew of people shooting hoops at a court near Riverside Park had oh-no-who-is-she-going-to-arrest? written all over their faces when she pulled up in one of the CPD’s black-and-white Crown Vics. When Hamill told them she was there to play ball with them but didn’t know the rules of the game, the players laughed and made her ref. She says she had arrested one of them before.

Hamill says she truly believes in relational policing: interacting with community members in a positive way.

Photo: Martyn Kyle
Photo: Rammelkamp Foto

Over the summer, she was instrumental in organizing a series of events called Ice Cream with a Cop, in which CPD officers gathered at local parks to chat with residents over free chocolate and vanilla cones. Furthermore, when Hamill’s not handing out stickers to kids playing at Riverside, she’s having lunch with them at McGuffey Park.

“They’re like bees to honey,” she says, adding that it’s important to start building relationships with people when they’re young to “[let] them know they can trust us.”

Hamill also mentions the importance of interacting with Charlottesville’s homeless population. Her goal is to get to know them on their best days, so when they’re having a bad day, she can approach them with a premade foundation of trust. Relational policing, she says, is all about trust.

C-VILLE rode with Hamill during her November 23 day shift. As a daylight officer, she works from 7:30am-5:30pm.

9:24am

Officer Hamill inspects her car, which she shares with another officer, and begins her patrol shift.

9:54am

She pulls over to text an officer whom no one has been able to contact. She says she doesn’t want him to get in trouble.

Photo: Martyn Kyle
Photo: Rammelkamp Foto

10:10am

Hamill joins Officers William Johnston and Zachary Rolfe as they confront a man wrapped in a blanket in a neighborhood near Emmet Street. It’s chilly outside, and a concerned citizen has called the police to check on the man, whom they’d never seen before. The officers offer the man a ride home, but he refuses it and heads up the street on foot.

11:10am

She gets a call to move a large piece of metal out of the road on the 250 bypass’ Locust Avenue ramp.

11:20am

A driver heads directly toward the patrol car on Park Street and slams on the breaks when he realizes his mistake. He rolls down his window and, embarrassed, apologizes. Hamill says it was an honest mistake and waves him on.

11:36am

She puts gas in the patrol car at City Yard.

11:44am

Photo: Martyn Kyle
Photo: Rammelkamp Foto

To ease the burden of her colleagues, Hamill volunteers to pick a woman up at the police department and take her to the jail. The woman had received a letter asking her to report to the CPD and she was not aware that she would be taken into custody.

The woman, surprised and upset when her name was called, explains to Hamill her situation: She had contacted the police after witnessing a domestic dispute and was prompted to be a witness in court. After intense and overwhelming nerves, she missed that court date. The woman says she feels like she’s being taken to jail for helping someone and says, “I’ll never do it again.”

Hamill explains that missing a court date is illegal and that she has to take the woman to jail, but that the magistrate would likely let her go. Hamill says she’ll give the woman a ride back to the police department after court. She pats the woman down and leaves some of her belongings behind the CPD office counter because she knows they’ll throw them away at the jail. Hamill lets the woman walk out of the building uncuffed and through the back, to avoid any attention from an unrelated camera crew outside. She eventually cuffs the woman from the front, rather than the back, for comfort.

“I try to treat everybody like I want to be treated,” she says, “and that’s very important in this job.”

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Kid’s menu: Schools offer healthier options

It’s 3:30pm on a Tuesday at Jackson Via Elementary School, and students as young as 5 are biting into fresh Pink Lady apples twice the size of their hands, nodding to one another in approval. They enthusiastically drain small cups of locally pressed apple cider, and several kids raise their hands to ask for a second helping of salad greens. Bags of chips go unnoticed in the corner of the classroom as kids in the after-school program munch contentedly during a presentation by the Local Food Hub about fresh fruits and vegetables.

Local Food Hub Communications Director Laura Brown leads a short discussion with the group, asking questions such as “Who likes eating salad?” and “Who’s picked apples before?” The whole apples and cups of cider were, not surprisingly, more popular among the 5- to 9-year-old critics than the servings of spring mix grown on a small farm in Louisa. The group’s interest in the produce ranged from thrilled to cautiously curious, and while thoughtfully chewing her apple, a small second-grader wearing a zip-up sweater covered in hearts says to her friend, “I want to see what the lettuce tastes like, whatever it is.”

School lunch at Monticello High School. Photo: Tom McGovern
School lunch at Monticello High School. Photo: Tom McGovern

Albemarle County Schools

Students: 13,730

Lunch: $2.40 K-5; $2.65 6-12

Main vendor: Richmond Restaurants

Food locally sourced: 5 percent

Annual budget: $5,528,000

You got served:

31,000 lunches each week

10,000 breakfasts each week

3,900 tons of chicken each year

2,300 tons of cheese each year

 At least one student charges to the trash can at the front of the room in a dramatic display of disapproval after she bites a dime-sized piece off a single leaf of lettuce, and a few kids wrinkle their noses at the salad cups. But, for the most part, reviews of that afternoon’s snack are overwhelmingly positive, and these elementary school students don’t seem to be missing their chips and juice boxes. 

“There’s all this baloney about kids not liking the tastes of these foods, and I don’t see that at all,” says Local Food Hub Executive Director Kristen Suokko, who oversees year-round programming with the area schools such as the presentation at Jackson Via. “We do a lot of demonstrations and taste tests, teaching kids about what they’re eating. When we do these things in the schools kids are enthusiastic. It’s so eye-opening and so gratifying.”

The City Schoolyard Garden began at Buford Middle School in 2012. Since then the program has expanded to all six city elementary schools, including Burnley-Moran. Photo: Our Local Commons
The City Schoolyard Garden began at Buford Middle School in 2012. Since then the program has expanded to all six city elementary schools, including Burnley-Moran. Photo: Our Local Commons

The Local Food Hub, which functions as a link between small farms and the institutional wholesale marketplace, has a mission to make fresh food “as accessible as possible to as many people as possible.” The organization has developed a close relationship with public schools, and events like the one at Jackson Via are part of an ongoing effort to make healthy foods both available and appealing to kids in the area. The Local Food Hub connects city and county schools with area produce, but Suokko notes it can be tough to find affordable options for the schools without short-changing the farmers. Sysco is the largest vendor for the city school system, according to city schools Community Relations Liaison Beth Cheuk, but it tries to source as many local products as possible, about 20 percent of the total. The school system uses Standard Produce and Cavalier Produce, Flowers Baking Company for bread, and its milk is locally sourced through PET Dairy.

As a result of federal programming, new nutrition regulations, school gardens and the ever-growing local food movement, organizations like the Local Food Hub and public school systems are paying close attention to what kids are eating, where that food is coming from and how to connect healthier options to young people in a way that’s both affordable and appealing. Both the Charlottesville and Albemarle County school systems started making changes such as removing deep-fryers from the cafeterias about six years ago, but those responsible for feeding kids in the area say there’s still plenty of progress to be made.

“We put a lot of energy into programming and trying to get local food into the community, particularly to underserved populations,” Suokko says. “It really starts with kids.”

In 2010, first lady Michelle Obama rolled out the Healthy Hunger-Free Kids Act, which provides funding and allowed the USDA to reform the National School Lunch Program for the first time in decades. As of 2012, the NSLP requires schools across the county to upgrade nutritional standards in the cafeteria by limiting milks to nonfat and 1 percent, making whole-grain items, fruits and vegetables more available and reducing sodium levels in food. Critics of the regulations worry that the healthier options are not only too expensive but will produce more waste because students who are used to French fries and white-flour pasta may turn their noses up at the healthier options and throw their food away.

Charlottesville schools Health and PE Coordinator Patrick Johnson says adults need to get on the students level and present health and nutrition in a way they'll be receptive to--especially for high-schoolers. Photo: Tom McGovern
Charlottesville schools Health and PE Coordinator Patrick Johnson says adults need to get on the students level and present health and nutrition in a way they’ll be receptive to–especially for high-schoolers. Photo: Tom McGovern

Charlottesville City Schools

Students: 4,132

Lunch: $2.25 K-8; $2.50 9-12

Main vendor: Sysco

Food locally sourced: 20 percent

Annual budget: $2,031,116

You Got Served:

10,500 lunches each week

7,350 breakfasts each week

528,082 cartons of milk each year

$123,019 spent on bread each year

Charlottesville and Albemarle schools now offer more fruits and vegetables (fresh and canned), the ever-popular pizza features whole-grain crust and low-fat cheese, and the nutrition directors try to incorporate at least one “from scratch” menu item each week. School officials say that, for the most part, students have responded positively, but they don’t deny that there are challenges.

“There are just a lot of constraints,” Suokko says, citing financial cost and students’ lack of exposure to healthy foods at home as some of the obstacles. “You’ve also got kitchen personnel who, through no fault of their own, may have never been given the training to use or prepare fresh foods. But I think our schools are doing a pretty good job of trying to address those challenges, and there are a lot of organizations like ours that are all trying to help.”

Monticello High School Food Service Manager Steve Van Epp says although the focus has switched to serving healthy foods, he and his staff still have to prepare food quickly and time can be a constraint. Photo: Tom McGovern
Monticello High School Food Service Manager Steve Van Epp says although the focus has switched to serving healthy foods, he and his staff still have to prepare food quickly and time can be a constraint. Photo: Tom McGovern

There’s also the limitation of time. School food service managers prepare meals for hundreds of kids each day, and serving institutional food in a way that’s healthy takes more time. Cafeteria meals used to look a lot like fast food: greasy French fries (which Monticello High School Food Service Manager Steve Van Epp maintains tasted better than McDonald’s), deep-fried chicken nuggets, premade burgers on white buns.

“We used to use the same techniques as fast-food restaurants,” an apron-clad Van Epp says as he eyes the mob of students ready to load their plates on Taco Tuesday. “Now the regulations have changed, but we still have to prepare food fast.”

Now that the deep fryers and items like ice cream, sodas and full-fat chips (baked chips are available in some cafeterias) have been removed from the menus, the school nutrition departments are emphasizing variety.

“Kids like having a choice,” says city schools Nutrition Coordinator Sandra Vazquez, who works with the schools’ food service managers to plan menus. “We’ve got such a diverse group of students, and they want to choose what they’re eating.”

Custom-made salads, for example, give the city’s elementary students and middle-schoolers that choice. Students have the option of filling out Salad Sensations order forms in the morning, customizing a salad with protein options of turkey, ham and hard-boiled egg, shredded cheese and veggies like carrots, green peppers and cucumbers. Their salads will then be prepared and waiting for them in the cafeteria at lunchtime, and, according to the order form, students must also take a roll and a fruit to complete the meal. A similar setup in the county schools allows high school students to choose from a selection of salad toppings in the lunch line, and Cale Elementary provides a different entrée salad each day, which Food Service Manager Heather Brown says has been surprisingly popular with the younger students. Students get excited to see bright, fresh Southwestern and Asian chicken salads on the line.

“It’s a matter of making the food appealing to them,” Brown says. She points to a clear to-go container on the line packed with things like orange slices, string cheese, yogurt and a Nutri-Grain bar. “It’s got to be fresh and colorful. They love finger foods and variety.”

The smallest details can make all the difference when it comes to appealing to young children, like the maraschino cherries she added to the now-popular cups of fruit cocktail.

Food service providers agree that it’s also crucial to present the healthier options in a way that will appeal to kids, and what works for a first-grader may not necessarily work for a 10th-grader.

Every month, elementary students in the city get to taste something new through the Harvest of the Month, a garden-to-table snack program in collaboration with City Schoolyard Garden and Local Food Hub. Volunteers deliver trays with samples of a freshly harvested fruit or vegetable for teachers to pass out in the classroom, plus coordinating lessons and send-home fliers. Kids as young as kindergarten taste and answer trivia questions about items such as radishes, asparagus, white peaches and Asian pears. The radishes were by far the least popular item, but Vazquez says the baked kale chips were a hit.

The Local Food Hub brought in Pink Lady apples, fresh apple cider and locally grown salad greens for students at Jackson Via Elementary to taste recently. Photo: Rammelkamp Foto
The Local Food Hub brought in Pink Lady apples, fresh apple cider and locally grown salad greens for students at Jackson Via Elementary to taste recently. Photo: Rammelkamp Foto

National School Lunch Program guidelines

Fruit: 2.5 to 5 cups per week

Vegetables: 3.75 to 5 cups per week

Grains: 8 to 12 ounces per week (50 percent whole grains)

Meat/alternate: 8 to 12 ounces per week

Milk: 5 cups per week

Calories: 500 to 850 per day

Saturated fat: less than 10 percent of total calories

Sodium: 640 to 740 milligrams per day

“There’s no dessert, which is disappointing,” says Anabel Granger, a sixth-grader at Walker Upper Elementary who often buys her lunch in the cafeteria. She says she enjoyed working in her elementary school garden, and “I liked eating the sweet peas.”

On the high school level, it can be a little more challenging to get students on board with eating what’s healthy rather than just what tastes good, especially because they’re old enough to make their own decisions, both in and outside of school.

“I know they’ve been trying to make it healthier,” says Monticello High School 12th-grader David Mayes, who says the high school cafeteria food is far superior to what he ate in middle school. “I like that the chicken is whole meat instead of processed, and tacos on Tuesday.”

Mayes runs track and says his coaches constantly remind the team to keep their sport in mind when they’re choosing lunches and snacks. He says he wouldn’t eat pizza before a track meet, and he’s glad to have options such as made-to-order deli sandwiches and hummus platters available in the cafeteria.

But most teenagers tend to be stuck in their ways, says Charlottesville schools Health and PE Coordinator Patrick Johnson. To combat this, he says adults need to get on the students’ level and present health and nutrition in a way that they’ll be receptive to. Also a football coach, Johnson sees a lot of student-athletes take their health more seriously than their less physically active peers. Even so, he sees at least one team member arrive to practice slurping a McDonald’s drink on a daily basis. He understands the convenience factor of fast food. When students are already bogged down with SOLs, grades and extracurriculars and they have to spend half of their 30-minute lunch period meeting with teachers or project groups, it’s undeniably easier to grab a slice of pizza than a salad or entrée.

Photo: Our Local Commons
Photo: Our Local Commons

Johnson says his own two daughters attend Burnley-Moran Elementary and order salads for lunch most days, and as a parent it’s refreshing to know his kids have that option. And from what he’s seen in different school systems, simply taking away the junk food and replacing it with a variety of healthier options can make all the difference. 

“I just moved here from Seattle, and in our district, if kids didn’t have breakfast, they would buy a Honey Bun and Sprite from the vending machines,” he says. “I think access to it is what usually drives it, and just taking away that access makes a big difference.”

Johnson also leads the Student Health Advisory Board meetings, which focus on student health priorities. SHAB members include students, teachers, parents, health care professionals and community agencies, and the board’s role is to advise the Charlottesville City School Board on student health- related policies and programs.

At last month’s meeting, school nutrition was on the short list of things to discuss. Board members raised several concerns, such as students being rewarded with food for good behavior, after-school snacks like Doritos and too many sugary cereals in the cafeteria lines at breakfast. Johnson reminded the group that it can only realistically take on so much at a time; members settled on addressing the cereal situation first. SHAB members agreed that sweet cereals such as Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Lucky Charms don’t align with the new healthy strides the schools have been making. The board hopes to replace those with whole-grain-based options such as Cheerios and Kix. The current breakfast offerings do meet government standards, Johnson says, but the committee will do research on what cereal is currently available and work with nutrition services to see if it can make adjustments.

Suokko doesn’t buy the notion that kids are inherently picky and disinterested in foods that are good for them. The enthusiasm around in-school snacks such as plum slices and new cafeteria menu items like vegetable stir-fry and freshly made black bean salsa suggest that kids may be more open-minded than we give them credit for. But there’s more behind getting kids to eat healthy than simply sticking a bowl of fruit on a cafeteria tray and swapping out regular chicken patties for the whole-grain breaded variety. That’s where organizations such as City Schoolyard Garden and the PB&J Fund come in, and roll nutrition and education into hands-on, kid-friendly lessons.

Monticello High School. Photo: Tom McGovern
Monticello High School. Photo: Tom McGovern

“Research has shown that kids who grow their own food are more likely to eat it and try new things,” says City Schoolyard Garden Executive Director Jeanette Abi-Nader.

The organization began with an intensive gardening program at Buford Middle School in 2012, and quickly expanded to include gardens at all six city elementary schools. By the time they get to middle school, all students have had the opportunity to get their hands dirty planting and harvesting crops, and Abi-Nader says each garden has evolved to “have the character and personality of that particular school and community.”

Student response to the gardens over the past four years has been overwhelmingly positive, and Abi-Nader says kids are walking away with a newfound appreciation for gardening and nutrition, plus they’re developing confidence “that comes from doing hard work together.” The work that City Schoolyard Garden does is “the fun stuff,” she says, but the real struggle is bringing these lessons and new skills home. It’s one thing to get a fourth-grader excited about growing potatoes and making carrot-top pesto at school, but a lot of these kids go home to SpaghettiOs and frozen pizza.

“It’s sort of an easy thing to turn kids on to food in the moment,” Abi-Nader says. “It’s creating structures that allow them to have healthy choices in the long run that creates more challenges.”

The PB&J Fund, a local nonprofit, addresses nutrition outside of the classroom by combining nutrition, food safety, math and culinary skills into after-school cooking classes for kids.

“The school lunch regulations are always changing,” says PB&J Fund Program Director Alicia Cost, a registered dietitian who worked as a school nutrition director for years. “So here, we’re getting back to scratch cooking and we don’t have the government regulations.”

On a typical Wednesday afternoon, about a dozen apron-clad middle school students are milling around the Market Street kitchen space, consulting recipes and taking turns stirring whatever’s simmering on the stove. The kids are there because they want to be, and they’re just as enthusiastic about eating as they are about cooking.

Photo: Our Local Commons
Photo: Our Local Commons

“I like getting the taste of other cultures,” says seventh-grade Buford student Ryan Doherty, who’s been attending PB&J Fund after-school classes and summer camps for three years. “This club is really fun, really different. We get to make food going at our own pace, and the people are here to help you, not babysit you.”

Cost and her staff want Doherty and his peers to feel a sense of ownership over what they’re creating, and she says it’s crucial to establish a safe environment where kids are willing to go outside their comfort zone and try something new.

“We always get to know them and pick recipes that reflect where they are. We talk with them and we then start stretching the recipes to stretch their taste buds,” Cost says, adding that if she hasn’t yet built that trust with her students, an overambitious recipe that they don’t like could deter them from the class. “A lot of times we’ll do taste-testing before trying a new recipe because we don’t know how acceptable something like, say, penne pasta with sweet potatoes would be.”

The PB&J Fund also addresses the need for nutrition at home through its Holiday Giving program. Last month, Cost and a team of volunteers compiled 468 meal bags to go home with students participating in the Free and Reduced Lunch Program over Thanksgiving, and more emergency meal kits will be dispersed over the winter holiday, when students won’t have access to school breakfasts and lunches. The meal kits include step-by-step recipes, which Cost hopes will encourage both kids and their families to expand their palates and consider healthier options.

“I don’t think kids set out to eat healthy or unhealthy,” says Doherty’s PB&J classmate Sophi Stewart, who says the only thing they’ve made that she didn’t enjoy was Swiss chard cooked in vinegar. “At school you have to take a fruit or a vegetable and if you don’t want it, that’s just wasting it. But some healthy stuff actually tastes really good.”

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The coywolves of Albemarle County: A new species that calls the area home

A lone, gray pickup truck with its headlights off rolls along the gravel road in the pale light of a full moon. The truck stops along a tree line in front of a long, broad field and two camouflaged men get out. They close the doors slowly so as to not make any noise. The men sling their rifles over their shoulders and whisper about where to begin. Down past the woods? Over at the neighboring farm?

A long, chilling howl erupts from the woods across the freshly cut hay field in front of them, followed by a chorus of yips and more howling. Mike Hummell watches and listens. He zips up his jacket against the cold. “You want to hunt that?” he asks his hunting partner, Marshall Koontz.

Hummell and Koontz are specialist hunters who respond to calls from concerned residents about predators preying on their flocks of sheep, herds of cows, etc. Working pro bono last week, they had received a call from a farmer concerned about a top-level predator that has recently arrived in Virginia—the coywolf. Also called the eastern coyote, the coywolf is a hybrid of western coyotes and eastern timber wolves, and it may represent an entirely new species.

For most of human history, wolves have been feared and hated. They ate livestock and occasionally attacked humans. Virginia’s first government bounty on wolves was enacted at Jamestown in 1632. As settlers moved west, the slaughter accompanied them across the continent and bounties continued to be paid in some states into the early 20th century. The removal of wolves enabled the expansion of the coyote.

For thousands of years, coyotes were restricted to the American West in part because of competition with wolves. The larger predators attack coyotes to protect their territories from another canid, which competes somewhat for prey. With the wolves gone, coyotes began to expand their range. As young, lone coyotes went in search of new territories they sometimes encountered remnant populations of eastern timber wolves. In small dating pools, love blossomed between two species that would normally fight.

The hybrids are larger than western coyotes and smaller than eastern timber wolves. A pure-blooded male western coyote tops out at under 30 pounds. A male timber wolf averages around 67 pounds. Male coywolves typically weigh in at around 35 pounds, especially if they manage to live for more than two years. None of these animals is large enough to threaten a healthy adult human.

Janis Jaquith, a long-time resident of Free Union, had her first encounter with what she believes was a coywolf in summer 2004. She watched her flock of eight guinea fowl walking toward her house at dusk with a coyote following them.

“That animal didn’t care that I was there at all,” she says. “It was just kind of sauntering maybe six feet behind the last guinea fowl. So I went over to it and I clapped my hands together and said, ‘Get out of here you bastard, get out of here!’ This thing didn’t care at all. A dog would have been spooked and gone away. …It looked over at me out of the corner of its eye like a teenager and then kind of raised its chin and slowly sauntered off to the side into the woods.”

Within a year, nocturnal predators had wiped out most of the flock.

Scientific research into Virginia’s coywolf population began in 2011. Dr. Marcella Kelly, professor of wildlife studies at Virginia Tech, has been contracted by Virginia’s Department of Game and Inland Fisheries to study the diets of coywolves. Complaints from deer hunters of dwindling prey in Bath and Rockingham counties prompted the agency to look into whether coywolves are responsible.

“We have the breakdown of their diet,” Dr. Kelly says. “It’s 45 percent deer. Deer is the primary thing in their diet; voles is the second-largest component. Believe it or not, the next two are mast (edible parts of woody plants, such as acorns and rose hips) and insects. Vegetation, blueberries, stuff like that. We’ve got squirrels, rabbits, and the last one is birds. …I think you do have to worry about pets. They’re a predator like any other predator. They’ll take a pet if it’s there and they are hungry. With sheep, there is an issue. There are problem animals. It’s not that the population as a whole does this, but some individuals specialize in it.”

The coyote hunters have their own opinions about the eating habits of coyotes, owing to years of observation of their behavior and picking apart their scat.

Specialist hunter Marshall Koontz responds to calls fron concerned residents about predators, such as coywolves, preying on their livestock. He said he’s seen an uptick in the local coyote population in the last 10 years. Photo: Jon Way
Specialist hunter Marshall Koontz responds to calls fron concerned residents about predators, such as coywolves, preying on their livestock. He said he’s seen an uptick in the local coyote population in the last 10 years. Photo: Amy Jackson

“Oddly enough, they eat more cow pies than cows,” says Hummell as he sets up a shoulder-high tripod during his moonlight hunt. “Everybody thinks that coyotes eat nothing but meat. They actually are more of a fruit-eater than anything. One of their favorite foods is persimmons, oddly enough…granted you are gonna see them eat rabbits, they eat small game, they love fox. It’s one of their favorite food groups, the red fox. They don’t mess with gray fox too much because they can’t catch them. Gray fox can climb a tree.”

To the top of the tripod Hummell fastens his rifle, a suppressed AR-15 with a night vision scope. Koontz sets up a bolt action Remington Model 700 on his own tripod and flips on a thermal imaging system. Blowing a tubular caller dangling from a string around his neck, Hummell begins producing a series of long howls. Koontz follows with a series of yips from his own caller. The pair adds up to a convincing facsimile of a rival pack of coyotes. Within seconds, the real coyotes begin to respond. Closer, this time. They are on the move.

“Typically, people get a misconception,” Koontz says. “They say, ‘I heard 10!’ But when they’re out moving back and forth, two can sound like a dozen. …Their core area is usually gonna be in a thick, dense spot, abundant in small game to where they don’t have to fight for food. That’s why when you hear them barking at each other, two different packs, it’s this pack here is trying to intimidate that pack.”

Hummell and Koontz continue to challenge the pack that is audibly moving toward the tripods and rifles. A light switches on in a house about 300 yards away. Shouting is heard from inside.

People worry about coyotes: farmers with livestock, families with pets and children. But Kelly says attacks on humans are rare.

“As for humans, there have been very few attacks, but they’ve happened,” she says. “I don’t know that anyone has ever been killed by a coyote. In those attack situations, there’s usually extenuating circumstances. (There is) very little risk in terms of human attacks.”

The distinct sound of a screen door slaps shut from the nearby house. A yelping chorus of beagles erupts. Hummell and Koontz watch and wait to see if the dogs will deter the coywolves from coming within range. Even as he peers through his night vision scope with his finger hovering on the outside of the trigger guard, Hummel advises a certain amount of tolerance for coywolves.

“If you come into an area where it’s really quiet and you know there’s coyote activity that usually means that you have a very big one there, the alpha,” he says. “The alpha is something that keeps other coyotes in check. …Let’s say you have goats over here and one goat is being eaten every month, month and a half. (If you) shoot that alpha, he’s what’s keeping these coyotes in check because they’re not gonna mess with him. You shoot him and these other packs no longer have a sense of intimidation. They’re gonna come in; they’re gonna clear your goats out. They’re gonna eat every one. It’s one of these things where you need to pick and choose your battles. …This pack over here isn’t allowed to come in here. That’s why you still have goats.”

Science is bearing out some of what Hummel has observed in the field. Kelly’s research shows that poorly planned hunting can make a coyote problem worse.

“When you take out coyotes, it leaves this big space and more coyotes come in,” Kelly says. “Then they have a really big litter the next year. It does not make a big difference when you take out a lot of animals. You can try, and people are trying with bounties. The coyotes in Bath County have about a 50 percent chance of living for six months [due to hunting by humans], but their reproduction is really fast. When Chicago did a big cull a few years ago, they had litter sizes of 14 pups the next year.” The average litter size is six.

Most eastern coyotes are genetically about 66 percent coyote, 24 percent wolf and about 10 percent of DNA originating from domestic dogs. The genetic contribution from dogs is relatively low because dogs may go into heat and become pregnant at any time, while wolves and coyotes have a reproductive cycle closely timed to the annual calendar. (Pups born in the late summer or fall will probably not survive in the wild through winter.) A 2009 study showed that all black wolves and coyotes in North America owe that gene to hybridization with European dogs. Virginia’s coywolves are often black, demonstrating their ancestry.

The coywolf diet mainly consists of deer (45 percent), along with voles, vegetation, squirrels, rabbits and birds. The Department of Game and Inland Fisheries commissioned a study in Rockingham and Bath counties to determine if coywolves there were responsible for a declining deer population. Photo: Jon Way
The coywolf diet mainly consists of deer (45 percent), along with voles, vegetation, squirrels, rabbits and birds. The Department of Game and Inland Fisheries commissioned a study in Rockingham and Bath counties to determine if coywolves there were responsible for a declining deer population. Photo: Jon Way

In the course of her research, Kelly noticed a slight advantage to being a black coywolf. “We had one black coyote who lasted for years [without being killed by hunters], we think because he looked like a dog and had a [tracking]collar on.”

Hummell and Koontz listen as their unseen prey changes direction. Previously on a trajectory headed for their guns, the coyotes turn away as the pack of beagles does its job. As the hunters know all too well, coywolves are not shy about approaching human settlements.

“I hear coyotes every night, their yips quickly escalating into an unnerving crescendo and then falling silent,” writes Albemarle County resident Lilia Fuquen in an e-mail. “Sometimes I think they must be less than a quarter mile away; they sound like they’re closing in on the house.” She lives nine miles outside of Charlottesville’s city limits.

“During the summer of 2014, our flock of hens began to dwindle, quickly,” writes Fuquen. “They were free-range hens that had survived several years, but over the course of a week, half the flock was taken. Foxes and coyotes had discovered them. One afternoon, I was gardening out front when I heard one of the surviving hens squawking at the back of the house. I tore around the house at a full sprint and saw a tall, lanky, mangy-looking coyote lurking on the back porch, less than four feet from the back door of the house. It stopped, looked at me and just stood there. After a split-second, I began screaming wildly and flailing my arms about, running toward it. It turned slowly, glanced back at me over its shoulder, and in no hurry, sauntered down off the porch and away into the fields beyond the house.”

“I know farmers and friends and they’ve complained about them a little bit,” whispers Koontz as his quarry disappears into the night. “Most of them around here you don’t hear about them attacking the cows because they put more bulls in every lot, which seems to keep the attacks down. …Typically coyotes don’t fool with the cows a lot unless they’re sick or getting ready to calve.”

With their diets incorporating so much whitetail deer, it may seem like the coywolves may be filling the ecological niche left when wolves were exterminated from Virginia in the 1800s. But Kelly doesn’t think it’s that simple. Unlike wolves, “coyotes are sort of nature’s garbage collectors,” she says. “They will eat a lot of different things. We’ve lost so many predators. They’re not necessarily filling the wolf niche. Wolves hunted in a fundamentally different way from coyotes and can take much larger prey.”

While coyotes are omnivores that dabble in a lot of small game, wolves specialize in hunting animals of more than 100 pounds. In Virginia, they likely ate a lot of elk and bison. The last Virginia bison was killed in 1801 by Daniel Boone’s youngest son, Nathan, and elk have only just been reintroduced to deep southwest Virginia. The ecological context for pure-blooded wolves, a natural predator of the coyote, to exist in the Commonwealth of Virginia has disappeared.

And it isn’t clear that coywolves are killing all of the deer that they are eating. Kelly’s method for studying their diet involves picking apart scat to see what types of hair and bone fragments are in it. Virginia’s steady supply of road kill could be providing some amount of that deer hair and bone found in the samples being studied. One of the most surprising results of Kelly’s study has been finding that Virginia bobcat populations had been significantly underestimated. Many samples of scat that had been visually identified as coming from coyotes or foxes turned out to be from bobcats. Some of the hypothesized new predation on deer may have come from bobcats or other predators.

“Bears have increased dramatically in the last 10 years,” Kelly says. “The predator community here is pretty amazing. We took scat samples and analyzed them and 50 percent were bobcats. The number of bobcats is pretty large. It’s a pretty interesting system with this increase of bears, introduction of coyotes and we have a lot more bobcats than anyone realized. “

There is no official estimate of the total population of coyotes in Albemarle County. The mixture of habitats and available food is different from the steep wooded mountains in the region Kelly is studying. But the consensus among local coyote hunters is that roughly there is a pack of coywolves ranging from a lone alpha male to up to a dozen individual coyotes for every five square miles in Albemarle County (726 square miles). If that is true, that would be about 145 groups of coyotes in the county, with a total population somewhere between 500 and 1,000. Albemarle’s mixture of woods and cultivated fields offers an ideal mix of habitat for coywolves.

The pair of coyote hunters quietly pack up their tripods, night vision gear and rifles—time to move on. They combat sub- freezing temperatures in two more locations known to harbor problem coyotes before giving up for the night. Repeatedly, packs of domestic hunting dogs ran off the coywolves as the hunters were calling them in.

“Probably about 10 years ago we started seeing [coyotes] a lot and it’s just exploded,” says Koontz. “I have seen, deer hunting, when I’ve retrieved a deer I’ve seen the coyotes on it instantly. They go after the weak. They don’t go after the strong, per se—unless they’re really hungry. Each coyote is different. Some are aggressive, some aren’t.”

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Volunteer core: ‘Tis the season to give back

The holiday season is a time when giving and sharing is on everyone’s mind. And that is especially true of volunteers who give their time and share their skills with numerous organizations in the community year-round. So many organizations rely on volunteers for not only day-to-day upkeep tasks such as touching up paint or mending fences but running the programs that make a difference in people’s lives.

So how do you find the right place for you? Resources such as the Center for Nonprofit Excellence, a 300-member organization that assists nonprofits with tools, training and connections or volunteermatch.org provide lists of organizations in the community that are always looking for helping hands. Another great resource is United Way-Thomas Jefferson Area, which runs our community’s Volunteer Center. The center manages www.cvillevolunteer.org, where individuals seeking volunteer opportunities are matched with local needs.

The best place to start is to think of what you love doing: reading, gardening, acting, raising a dog, cooking, working with children—and then find an organization that matches that. Any hobby or professional skill can translate into the volunteer arena. Here are few groups that rely on their army of volunteers as well as the people who donate their time and talents to give back to the community.

Seminole Trail Volunteer Fire Department

In one word, volunteer firefighter and emergency medical technician Laura Hedger describes the environment at the Seminole Trail Volunteer Fire Department: “robust.”

After an intense workout in the station’s gym and an impressively quick shower, she sits down at a long, marble table to talk emergency response while the rest of her crew prepares a company dinner in the kitchen behind her. The energy is boundless, and Hedger makes it clear that all the funny business that happens behind those walls has its time and place.

“We joke and play a lot,” she says. “We’ll laugh and there’s pranks that are pulled, but at the same time, when it comes to any sort of call, [you’ll see] an entirely different side of the crews.”

Hedger says dealing with people’s lives on a multiple-times-per-day basis seems to have that effect on people. Describing a recent traffic fatality incident—her first call responding as an EMT rather than a firefighter—she says, “You just immediately go into everything you’ve trained for” when that station siren starts to wail. In this case, that meant treating a patient found lying on the road while her fellow responders ripped the doors off a wrecked car in which two other people were trapped. One of those people died that night, and Hedger says you never get used to that kind of call.

“There’s a difference between someone who’s sick and you know they’re going to pass away and someone who’s immediately been taken from you,” she says.

With five crews of about 15 people each rotating every 12 hours during the week and working 48-hour shifts every fifth weekend, Senior Volunteer Firefighter Sean O’Connor says Seminole Trail is the busiest station in the county—and possibly the city, too—though their station covers the smallest response area. The volunteers have the same certifications as Albemarle’s paid firefighters, and out of about 80 members, around 50 percent are UVA students. This station has also recruited a higher percentage of females and minorities, he says, thanks to “forward-thinking chiefs.”

Hedger says she wishes more people realized that anyone can become a volunteer firefighter and that the intensive training is worth it. Though doctors and physicists have come through their station, you certainly don’t have to be one to join the team. After all, O’Connor says, you just have to “put the wet stuff on the red stuff and stay safe.” —Samantha Baars

BY THE NUMBERS

Volunteers: 80

Calls per year: 2,000

Calls per day: 6

Hours of training for
basic-level volunteer
firefighters: 210

Years the station has been
in existence: 38

Number of fire engines: 3

Meals on Wheels of Charlottesville/Albemarle

Meals on Wheels volunteers pack, seal and organize the meals for the volunteer drivers who serve 32 routes Monday through Friday. Photo: Rammelkamp Foto
Meals on Wheels volunteers pack, seal and organize the meals for the volunteer drivers who serve 32 routes Monday through Friday. Photo: Rammelkamp Foto

Meals on Wheels of Charlottesville/Albemarle serves 265 meals five days a week to homebound and in-need clients in Charlottesville and Albemarle County with the help of approximately 40 volunteers each day. Totally funded through donations, grants and fundraising, the nonprofit currently helps people from the age of 23 to 96—there’s no age or income limit on who can receive the meals, although 80 percent of clients are at or below the poverty level. Food accounts for half of Meals on Wheels’ budget; clients are charged for meals on a sliding scale based on income. About 70 percent of the meals are completely subsidized by the program.

The meals are prepared at UVA Hospital through a contract with the University of Virginia Health System, and a dietitian oversees the menus. Clients can choose diabetic, vegetarian, low-salt and other specialty meals as needed. After the food is prepared, it is brought each morning to the Meals on Wheels facility on Rose Hill Drive, where the food stays warm in a steam oven while volunteers pack the meals, seal them and organize them in cooler bags for the drivers to pick up.

But the organization does more than deliver food. It delivers cards and presents to clients on their birthdays, and it also gives Christmas presents and “blizzard bags” that contain non-perishable food in case of inclement weather. After receiving her birthday card, one client called to say how grateful she was—it was the only birthday wish she received that year.

“At the end of the day you feel like you’ve done something worthwhile,” Executive Director Leigh Trippe says.

Volunteer Kevin Kollar, a retired emergency room doctor, delivers meals four days a week (he averages about five routes a week). On this morning, it’s his first day back after returning a few days earlier from Haiti, where he volunteers at an outpatient clinic with the Haiti Mission Foundation.

At each stop Kollar not only delivers meals but chats with everyone, asking them how they are, if they need anything. When one client doesn’t come to the door, he makes a note to tell Meals on Wheels when he returns to the facility so staff can follow up. At another stop, he takes a woman’s garbage out for her. He knows which people on his route request meals be left in coolers by the door and which ones want him to come in for a moment to chat.

One elderly woman breaks into a big smile when she sees Kollar coming through the door after announcing himself. She knew he was going to Haiti and thought he wouldn’t be back for a few weeks.

“I’m so happy to see you!” she exclaims.

At another stop he listens as one of the clients explains that he’s a vegetarian but also is on a low-sugar diet and can’t eat the pasta that’s often included in his meal. Kollar assures him he’ll let Meals on Wheels know so they can accommodate his request.

“I do it because it needs to get done,” Kollar says about volunteering. “People are important.” —Jessica Luck

BY THE NUMBERS

Lunches delivered each day (Monday through Friday): 265

Delivery routes each day: 32

Current volunteer base: 250

Cost per meal: $5.50 (most clients receive meals for free or at a reduced cost)

PB&J Fund

Courtenay Evans, chef and culinary educator with the PB&J Fund, leads a cooking class for children. Photo: Beyond the Flavor
Courtenay Evans, chef and culinary educator with the PB&J Fund, leads a cooking class for children. Photo: Beyond the Flavor

Kids in the advanced cooking class at the PB&J Fund say kabobs, calzones, omelets, soups and bangers and mash are just a few of their favorite dishes they’ve learned how to prepare over the years.

At their home base—a full-sized professional kitchen on East Market Street—and several locations throughout the city, volunteers teach five different types of creative cooking classes for kids in an effort to help them learn their way around the kitchen.

Executive Director Emily Wampler says volunteers are crucial to the nonprofit, which started its cooking program in 2009, and each one brings a unique perspective or ability to connect with the students.

Volunteer Lisa Sheffield, for example, has served the organization for two years. She has a longtime interest in health and nutrition, along with encouraging kids to try new foods and make smart choices when it comes to their diets.

“I was frustrated at my children’s friends’ eating habits,” she says, calling their nourishment “the usual PB&J/mac-n-cheese/pizza diet.” In an effort to expose the children to new diverse choices, she’d prepare dishes made with foods such as leeks and beets. Now that her kids are grown and she has extra time on her hands, Sheffield says she was thrilled to find a way to get back in the kitchen with kids.

Rebecca Vang, a volunteer and global public health major at UVA, says she loves working at the PB&J Fund because her concentration at the university is childhood nutrition, and she’s passionate about cooking, too. Her favorite part about the gig is getting bossed around in the kitchen by the kids—“playing sous chef,” as she calls it.

“Some of my favorite memories are when he tells me what to do,” she says about one of the students in her class. “So he reads the recipe and is like, ‘Chop this,’ ‘Do this,’ and it’s cool to know that he’s growing and gaining confidence.”

At the most basic level, an Explorer starts to learn about culinary arts, nutrition, cooking math and kitchen safety, and by the time he has tested up to a level three, he’s running the show under close supervision by volunteers.

“I think we’re losing a lot of these basic life skills, like how to cook for yourself, how to plan a menu, how to have intuition in the kitchen,” says Vang, “and that a lot of times intimidates people from even going into it in the first place.” —Samantha Baars

BY THE NUMBERS

Students per week: 113

Volunteers per week: 28

Weekly classes: 9 (five different skill levels)

Recipes learned in 15 weeks of Explorers class: 21

The Paramount Theater

John and Theresa Metz, Anna Tatar and Van Cockcroft are four of the Paramount Theater’s more than 200 volunteers. Photo: Rob Garland
John and Theresa Metz, Anna Tatar and Van Cockcroft are four of the Paramount Theater’s more than 200 volunteers. Photo: Rob Garland

If you’ve ever seen a show at the Paramount, odds are you’ve been greeted by a friendly face who takes your ticket and perhaps helps you to the last coveted seat in the balcony section. What you might not have realized was exactly how paramount these individuals are to the theater’s success in thriving as a cultural hub for Central Virginia.

The historic Paramount Theater was originally constructed in 1931 as a grand movie palace and downtown destination. Roughly 40 years down the road, the Charlottesville landmark began to struggle and closed its doors in 1974. Fast forward to 1992—a group of community members purchased the building (under threat of demolition at the time), and the Paramount’s journey to restoration was underway.

Thanks to the efforts of these committed individuals, the theater was reopened in December 2004 as a nonprofit performing arts center. “The Paramount was truly brought back by the community, for the community,” says Director of Marketing Katherine Davis. “The vision [for the Paramount] was to again offer the theater as a home to our community, from high-caliber arts to educational programs for youth.”

This vision continues to be realized, with events that attract regional, national and even global attention while continuing to serve the local community. Of course, none of the theater’s triumphs would be possible without the continual support of community members—particularly the volunteer base.

“We could not put on any of the 250-plus public and private events that are held at the Paramount each year without the help of volunteers,” says Front of House Manager Jenny Hoye. “They are the first people to greet you as you walk through the doors of the theater, and they assist you with every aspect of your experience.”

Luckily, there are citizens such as Gene Haney and his wife, Evelyn, who are eager to be a part of the arts community and add another aspect of delight to every show-goer’s experience.

After retirement, the couple moved in 2009 to Charlottesville from Chicago to be closer to their grandchildren, and started volunteering at the Paramount the same year. The Haneys’ list of volunteer duties includes ushering, taking tickets, greeting patrons, serving concessions, assisting with mailings and often hosting donors and guests in The Founder’s Room. “We also several years ago assumed the responsibility for periodic cleaning of the two popcorn machines,” says Gene Haney. “We are known for that gig.”

The Haneys agree that making friends is a huge perk of the volunteering gig (Gene fondly remembers a chat with his idol, Kris Kristofferson). “Meeting new folks, hearing their stories, seeing the reactions of visitors to the grandeur of the theater, contributing to a very worthwhile endeavor—it’s all pretty terrific.” —Sherry Brown

BY THE NUMBERS

Age of the Paramount Theater: 84

Number of children served by Arts Education Program: 16,000 annually

Number of events since 2004: 1,300-plus

Active event volunteers: 200-plus

Number of events at the Paramount per year: 250-plus

Number of popcorn machines: 2

Live Arts

Daryl Bare says the volunteer program at Live Arts is welcoming to people with a variety of skill sets. Photo: Amanda Maglione
Daryl Bray says the volunteer program at Live Arts is welcoming to people with a variety of skill sets. Photo: Amanda Maglione

Ever wonder how much work goes into creating the elaborate worlds produced onstage? With everything from designing sets to making them, from ushering for shows and bringing them to life, there is a lot of work to be done. Enter: the dedicated and creative hands and minds of Live Arts volunteers.

Live Arts, which recently began its 25th anniversary season, is a volunteer-driven community theater that has given a home to various forms of drama, dance, comedy, music and performance art since its founding in 1990. The theater strives to put on high-quality shows in hopes of not only entertaining, but also forging and sharing a bond with the local community.

In its very nature, Live Arts is the community. Tracie Skipper, director of engagement at Live Arts, emphasizes the necessity of local participation in the company. “Live Arts would not exist without volunteers,” she says. “Directors, designers, builders, actors, visual artists, board technicians, ushers and teachers are all volunteers.”

With Live Arts’ commitment to the community, there’s little wonder that the volunteers return the sentiment with equal fervor and enthusiasm. Take Daryl Bray, for instance. She’s been a Charlottesville resident for about 25 years and a volunteer at Live Arts for just more than two. A long-held desire to paint sets and curiosity about the world of theater prompted Bray to take part in the monthly volunteer orientation at Live Arts one weekend. Bray was immediately comforted by the buzz of artistic chaos and an inviting atmosphere that she felt had been lacking in other theaters.

“Other attempts around the world of joining a theater always hit a dead end when it felt [like] a small clique-like crowd ruled the theater and outsiders felt like intruders,” she says. “Not at Live Arts! Tracie Skipper met us in the lobby and made everyone [feel] so welcome.”

Bray says that like most volunteers at Live Arts, she does a slew of tasks in assisting with shows. “I tend to stick close to the workshop and help with set design, construction and lots of painting,” she says. “Presently I am the property designer for the upcoming production of City of Angels, a 1940s detective comedy. [It’s] been fun and challenging collecting period pieces [like] old typewriters and large black telephones.” —Sherry Brown

BY THE NUMBERS

Productions since founding: 224

Current active volunteers: 250

Annual volunteers: 1,000

Age of youngest actor: 4

Charlottesville-Albemarle SPCA: Pet Therapy Program

Duke, an 8-year-old Chihuahua mix, visits local libraries and nursing homes as part of the Pet Therapy Team program. Photo: Courtesy SPCA
Duke, an 8-year-old Chihuahua mix, visits local libraries and nursing homes as part of the Pet Therapy Team program. Photo: Courtesy SPCA

There are few things in life that do as good a job in cheering a downtrodden soul as the calm and loving presence of an affectionate furry friend.

The Charlottesville-Albemarle SPCA’s Pawsitive Pet Therapy Team was founded in 2012 with the mission to provide professional and experienced pet-assisted activity to a number of places in the local community including hospitals, rehabilitation centers, assisted-living facilities, youth development centers and many others in the area.

Volunteer members and their certified therapy animals (dogs, cats and even rabbits) visit these facilities as a team after passing a Canine Good Citizen class and being approved by an accredited organization. “The SPCA PTT strives to provide services that will enhance the physical and psychological well-being of clients, as well as improve patients’ communications with family, fellow patients and staff,” says Chelsea Mitchell, marketing and promotions coordinator. “It’s a great way to bring animals and people together.”

Mitchell is part of one of the 15 teams in the growing program. “My therapy dog is a sweet 8-year-old Chihuahua mix named Duke who I adopted from Richmond Animal Care and Control five years ago,” she says. “We have been a certified team since the beginning of this year, and we love visiting local libraries and nursing homes.”

The certified SPCA Pet Therapy Teams brighten days at a number of approved care facilities and also provide fun and reading support at local libraries and schools. In doing so, the teams establish personal connections with clients and leave lasting impressions.

Mitchell recounts one visit to the local library where she and Duke met a little girl named Annie, who was terrified of dogs. “Her mom sat her down next to Duke and started petting him as Annie read with her mom. As the story progressed, Annie became more and more confident. Very cautiously Annie began to pet Duke and quickly realized that it was okay,” she says. “After finishing the story, Duke was sitting in Annie’s lap, and she told her mom that she was no longer afraid of dogs.” —Sherry Brown

BY THE NUMBERS

Therapy teams: 15

Years in operation: 3

Facilities in the current rounds: 12

Madison House

Charlottesville Area Riding Therapy (CART), based in Crozet, provides therapeutic riding to members of the community with mental or physical disabilities. Photo: Rammelkamp Foto
Charlottesville Area Riding Therapy (CART), based in Crozet, provides therapeutic riding to members of the community with mental or physical disabilities. Photo: Rammelkamp Foto

When UVA students hear “volunteer” they think of Madison House, a brick building on Rugby Road complete with white columns. A small sign with a bright yellow sun differentiates it from the fraternities and sororities that line the street, and serves as a calling card for all students looking to volunteer in the community.

Madison House was founded in the wake of Hurricane Camille in 1969 and since then has been the go-to place for student volunteers, who can choose activities at 168 different organizations, including walking dogs for the local SPCA, spending time with a younger “sibling” in the community, helping Latino immigrants learn English or helping out at a nearby hospital.

Rachel Winters, the director of community engagement at Madison House, has plans to add even more community partners in the coming year and says the organization’s most meaningful work is to connect UVA students to the community they live in.

“It gets them out of their academic bubble and gets them working with organizations that are tackling societal issues in a real way that are just down the way from us,” Winters says.

Charlottesville Area Riding Therapy (CART) and Let Me Run are two lesser-known opportunities through Madison House that nevertheless make a big impact on those involved.

CART provides therapeutic riding to members of the community with mental or physical disabilities, teaching them fine motor skills and developing trust with animals and volunteers. Both Kate Ferner and Catherine Green, the UVA student program directors for CART, began volunteering their first year at UVA and share a deep commitment to the program.

“It made me feel good to be doing something that I love and working with horses and knowing I was helping people a lot,” says Green. “It’s also really beautiful out there [in Crozet]. It just felt like an escape from UVA and just a good way to give back to the community.”

An average session lasts about an hour, and activities range from steering around cones, playing games such as Red Light, Green Light, completing memorization and concentration tasks, giving the horses a treat (a class favorite) and even singing songs from the Disney animated film Frozen.

Ferner says her favorite part of the program is seeing the students grow. “It’s very cool to watch how confident they become,” she says. “I think one of the most important things you can give somebody is confidence.”

Let Me Run, which just partnered with Madison House this year, is also closely tied to confidence and hopes to empower young boys through a seven-week training program.

Brian Lee, the student program director, says he chose to volunteer with the new program because he saw how valuable it was to local kids in the area.

“It’s just super beneficial to kids in need,” Lee says. “It not only gets them outside and encourages them to exercise daily, it also provides them with valuable life skills.”

With Let Me Run volunteers, the boys stretch, play active games and go for a run together. At the start of the year, the boys were running only a half-mile a practice, but they finished out the program November 7 at 3.1 miles by running in the 5K Run/Walk for Shelter for Help in Emergency. The seven-week cycle is set to restart in the spring.

“It was a great experience,” Lee says, “just seeing that all of these students really care about giving back. It’s encouraging to me that people are still that kind and generous to participate in volunteer service.”—Cara Salpini

BY THE NUMBERS

Different programs offered by Madison House: 168

Madison House volunteers per year: 3,179

Hours served by Madison House volunteers per year: 111,135

Horses in the CART program: 11

Boys participating in Let Me Run: 11

This article was changed on November 25 to correct Daryl Bray’s name.

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Collective memories: A local nonprofit records area soldiers’ stories of World War II

Before the movie began, anyone in the audience who was a World War II veteran was asked to come stand in front of the stage of the Paramount. ParadeRest, a local nonprofit, had organized a screening of the film Patton for veterans and their families on Memorial Day 2014. About 15 men stood together, some dressed in their military caps or jackets adorned with patches, others in suit jackets and bow ties. The men, part of the Greatest Generation, earned a standing ovation.

That event sparked an idea for Dr. Gregory Saathoff, psychiatrist and associate professor at the University of Virginia School of Medicine and one of the founders of ParadeRest, which helps distribute event tickets to military veterans and their families in the area (the organization’s database has about 800 members). ParadeRest had learned about the Library of Congress’ Veterans History Project in which veterans share their memories of World War II. Seeing those men gathered together at the Paramount showed there was a large population of servicemen and women in the area who could contribute to the nation’s collective memory. ParadeRest’s version of the project, which was funded through a Kickstarter campaign, is called Nickel for Your Story.

“We see a lot of humility among these guys who say, ‘Oh there are more important stories than (mine),’ and we are not just interested in combat stories,” Saathoff says. “For so many of these young men and women it was life-changing to enlist, to be deployed overseas to face the potential for conflict. …That experience of going outside their state or outside their country was really important in crystallizing their view and their understanding of themselves and the greater world.”

Over the summer ParadeRest employees and volunteers performed 53 interviews with veterans in the area. Each interview (a minimum of 30 minutes in length) will be submitted to the Library of Congress for inclusion in its project, which results in a web page for each veteran that includes a video of the interview as well as any photos or memorabilia they submit. Participation in the project is completely voluntary, Saathoff says.

“For me it was amazing to hear a lot of these stories. A lot of these people went to war at the age I am right now, even younger,” says Javier Badillo, project manager with ParadeRest. “That was an amazing experience just to realize, wow these people started off their adulthood fighting for this country.”

Saathoff says the act of World War II veterans sharing their stories is especially poignant because this is the first time some have told their stories. Some family members sat in on the interviews, but other times it was just the veteran, camera operator and interviewer.

“They said, ‘I haven’t burdened my family with this but I feel like I have to get my story out,’” Saathoff says. “‘And if my family wants to fully understand or understand this part of me, then they’ll have the option.’”

Each family receives a copy of the taped interview, and Saathoff says the feedback they’ve received has been extraordinary.

Monk Bingler was awarded the Victory medal for his service in World War II. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Monk Bingler was awarded the Victory medal for his service in World War II. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

“They’ll say, ‘Gosh, we never knew, we had no idea,’” he says.

Lisa Huffman had always wanted to record her father’s experiences in World War II; she had heard a few stories over the years of the young man who was 16 when Pearl Harbor occurred and went overseas at 18 as part of a medical unit attached to a concentration camp liberation team. She and her husband, Randy, have been supporters of ParadeRest for years, and when they learned about the Nickel for Your Story project, they knew it was a perfect avenue for her father to record his story.

Jerry Hornbrook was interviewed on May 27—he was one of the first. The Huffmans had asked ParadeRest to interview their father early in the process, because his health was declining from cancer. Lisa Huffman sat in on the interview with her father and was amazed to learn not only about his war experience but about where he was stationed in the U.S. and what towns he visited. Everything that was a part of his—and their family’s—history.

“He was proud that they wanted to interview him, even though in his mind he played a minor role in the war,” Randy Huffman says. “He just considered himself part of the troops.”

Hornbrook died October 13. Three or four weeks prior, a copy of his interview arrived in the mail. Randy Huffman made copies of the DVD and passed them out to family members at Hornbrook’s funeral, including many grandchildren who had never heard his story.

“I think the reason a lot of families don’t pry is that these are very closely held memories, and some are painful,” Saathoff says. “So it’s not out of a lack of interest but out of reverence for that and not wanting to pry.”

Saathoff’s father, Joseph, was also a World War II veteran. He died in May, without Saathoff ever hearing his story.

“Part of this was driven by the realization that people are not around here forever and once they’re gone, they’re gone,” Saathoff said.

As a token of gratitude for participation in the project, each veteran receives a 1944 nickel, which has a high silver content, because nickel was so valuable during the war. Not to mention both Thomas Jefferson and his Charlottesvile home, Monticello, are on the nickel.

“The message is: You look at the nickel and there is history and what that symbolizes, but look around you and you’ll see there is also history,” Saathoff says. “Let’s realize that we can play an active role in learning more and gaining a greater appreciation for what’s around us. I mean, there’s no place like home.”

Want to tell your story?

ParadeRest wants to record not only World War II veterans’ stories, but those of veterans from all wars: Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, etc. If you would like to participate, e-mail tickets@paraderestva.org.

Three veterans who shared their story with ParadeRest for inclusion in the Library of Congress’ Veterans History Project tell us what it was like to be young men fighting for their country in World War II and how that experience shaped their lives.

Jack Bertram

Jack Bertram, a B-17 pilot in World War II, kept in touch with his crew throughout the years, through Christmas cards and letters, and also at yearly reunions for the 95th bomb group. He and bombardier Harry Hull, lifelong friends, are the last living members of their crew. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Jack Bertram, a B-17 pilot in World War II, kept in touch with his crew throughout the years, through Christmas cards and letters, and also at yearly reunions for the 95th bomb group. He and bombardier Harry Hull, lifelong friends, are the last living members of their crew. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

Born: Nov. 11, 1920, in Altoona, Pennsylvania

Served: As a B-17 pilot with the 412th squadron of the 95th bombardment group in World War II

Profession: Division manager with the National Cash Register company

It was their 29th mission. It started like any other—with a 3am wake-up call, followed by breakfast and an officers meeting to reveal the target: Munich. A city defended heavily by anti-aircraft artillery, it was likely the bomb groups would also endure fighter attacks as they neared the goal.

Jack Bertram, a B-17 pilot, collects his chest parachute (which he and co-pilot John Micha must store behind their seats) and goes through the takeoff checklist in the morning darkness. After a brief prayer together, he and his other nine crew members take their positions on Knock Out Baby, marked with a square B on the plane’s tail, the bomb group’s marking.

The planes take off in their designated order; rendezvous is two hours later at an altitude of 17,000 feet. As the 95th bomb group heads toward Europe, it merges with the 100th and 390th bomb groups to form the 13th combat wing.

As the planes approach Germany, Bertram is alerted that German fighters are in the area. Miles ahead he can see the blackened sky, the aftermath of hundreds of exploding 88mm shells.

Jack Bertram has two models of B-17 planes in his living room. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Jack Bertram has two models of B-17 planes in his living room. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

They continue on toward their target, staying at the bombing altitude of 27,000 feet. As bombardier Harry Hull releases the bombs and starts to close the bomb bay doors, the plane is hit underneath by an anti-artillery aircraft shell. The blast rocks the plane and causes it to start losing altitude immediately.

Hull relays to Bertram that the waist gunner, Ray Carpenter, is wounded severely in the right shoulder. Hull and the rest of the crew stabilize him, while Bertram assesses the damage to the plane, which is shredded with shrapnel. It has lost one engine completely and lost power on three of its other engines as well as half its oxygen. The only thing Bertram can do is take the plane to a lower altitude, below 10,000 feet, where oxygen isn’t necessary. At the lower altitude it picks up some power on the other three engines (the plane has lost all its turbo engines). Bertram is faced with a decision: Should he try to land in Switzerland, neutral territory, as they had been briefed they could do if they could not get back? Or should he fly back to East Anglia on a crippled plane, alone, without any fighter escorts?

Bertram decides to fly back to home base, with navigator Bob Manning charting a course away from big cities and airfields.

“We got hit really hard,” Bertram says. “We were fortunate we only had one man wounded. We were fortunate we didn’t go down in flames. We were fortunate to survive.”

Bertram’s first plane ride was at age 16 in a barnstormer at an airfield in Altoona, Pennsylvania, where he grew up. That was the only experience he would have riding in a plane until his training with the U.S. Army Air Corps cadets. After Bertram was drafted in early 1942 and sent to Fort Bragg, North Carolina, for basic training, his oldest brother, Russell, an air cadet who was a stateside pilot during World War II, wrote to him and told him he should take the air cadet exam.

Jack Bertram received the Air Medal for the combat he saw in World War II. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Jack Bertram received the Air Medal for the combat he saw in World War II. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

“You know some people you read they dreamed they always wanted to be a pilot,” Bertram says. “That was not true with me, nor was it true of most of them. Just out of the blue here. So it was very, very thrilling, pretty exciting.”

Bertram’s crew flew 36 missions total—two on D-Day. At the time, 35 was the required number of missions for a crew before they were sent home.

“Everyone had great respect for each other; we laughed and cried together, I guess,” Bertram says. “I think one of the commendable respects to the crew was that they never missed a mission ever, and I don’t think there’s too many crews that can say that because somebody gets ill or people get burned out, mentally upset and all types of things.”

Bertram and his crew were sent back to America on the Queen Mary. Winston Churchill, his staff and his wife, Clementine, also boarded the ship that carried a couple thousand men. The ship, which dropped off Churchill in Halifax, Nova Scotia, had escort planes and submarines on the journey back, unlike when Bertram’s crew went over to Europe unaccompanied.

As the ship approached America, the first thing Bertram saw was the Statue of Liberty. “Choke you up,” he says with a little catch in his voice as he taps his right hand over his heart. “It was an awesome feeling. Good to be home.”

James ‘Monk’ Bingler

James “Monk” Bingler served in the 394th infantry regiment of 99th infantry division in World War II. Although fighting on the frontlines and being captured by the Germans left him with nightmares, he has been able to channel his experiences into positivity through his mission to help others. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
James “Monk” Bingler served in the 394th infantry regiment of 99th infantry division in World War II. Although fighting on the frontlines and being captured by the Germans left him with nightmares, he has been able to channel his experiences into positivity through his mission to help others. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

Born: July 8, 1924, in Charlottesville

Served: In the 394th infantry regiment of the 99th infantry division in World War II

Profession: Rural mail carrier for Albemarle County. He has worked at the University of Virginia for close to 80 years, first selling water at events at age 11 and now serving as an usher/ambassador.

If you’ve ever been on the receiving end of James “Monk” Bingler’s smile, then you know. The expression “lights up his face” doesn’t do it justice—his smile radiates warmth and compassion with just a hint of impishness. It’s through his smile that you can imagine exactly how he got his nickname, Monkey, later shortened to Monk, as a child.

It was Bring Your Little Brother to School day, and Bingler’s older brother W.R. Bingler Jr. (also known by a nickname, Peanut) brought him along to his elementary school. Well, the teacher said something the younger Bingler didn’t like and he bit her. To escape punishment, he climbed the school’s flagpole and jumped into a nearby tree. Monk stayed in that tree until his father came to retrieve him.

Bingler’s intuition to climb as high as he could to escape impending doom would serve him again years later, when he was a soldier in the 394th infantry regiment of the 99th infantry division. His company, C company, landed on Omaha Beach after D-Day, but the water, Bingler says, was still blood red. His company traveled through northern France and through Belgium, fighting in the hedgerows, and eventually was stationed in the Ardennes Forest. Because the Allied forces weren’t expecting the Germans to advance there, they stationed few men there. The allies were no match for Germany’s Panzer division as they rolled through with their tanks; this was the start of the Battle of the Bulge. The company requested more ammunition, more soldiers. They had quickly run through the 500 rounds of ammunition for their two machine guns, one of which Bingler manned.

Monk Bingler’s dog tags from World War II. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Monk Bingler’s dog tags from World War II. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

Bingler’s company of men was quickly whittled down, and he and a few of his fellow soldiers sought refuge by climbing some nearby pine trees. They tied themselves to the trees, only to discover some German soldiers were camped directly beneath them. They waited until the Germans moved on before they climbed down. But when they reached the ground, they had unknowingly crossed behind enemy lines.

For the next few weeks Bingler was forced to serve on a road gang of about 300 other prisoners of war (to be officially designated a prisoner of war, you had to have been captured for 30 days). Once the roads were finished, the German soldiers lined up the POWs and started shooting them. Bingler and his fellow soldiers started running for the wood line. Bingler could feel bullets whiz by, skimming his body. He still has marks from those bullets today.

Miraculously, Bingler made it to the woods unharmed. As the men who had escaped made their way back to friendly territory, they slept in cemeteries on raised stones and relied on the kindness of strangers for food and shelter.

It was not the Germans’ bullets that eventually wounded Bingler—he had dodged all of those—it was a mortar, he believes American, that landed beside him outside of Bastogne. Bingler’s first memory after the explosion was opening his eyes to see “angels in all white,” and he said out loud, “Thank you, God, for taking me to heaven.” A nurse responded, “Bing, you ain’t dead, you’re in a hospital in northern France.”

Bingler had suffered a concussion, lost a lot of blood, had both hands bandaged and was told he wasn’t expected to walk again. To add to his suffering, a JAG officer came to the hospital to arrest Bingler for going AWOL. The Army had been searching for him for six weeks, not knowing he had been taken to the hospital. The matter was straightened out and he was honorably discharged.

James "Monk" Bingler was awarded the Purple Heart, right, which is on display next to his Battle of the Bulge medal. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
James “Monk” Bingler was awarded the Purple Heart, right, which is on display next to his Battle of the Bulge medal. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

Bingler was sent to Camp Swannanoa in North Carolina and Fort Pickett to recover. After returning to Charlottesville, he started a job as a rural mail carrier in Albemarle County—he asked for a driving route because of his wartime injuries.

Bingler would often receive eggs and produce from some of the farmers he served, only to leave that produce (along with the mail) in mailboxes of families he knew needed it. When Bingler’s son, Jim, became a mail carrier as well, taking over part of his father’s route, all Jim heard were stories of how his father had helped people.

“For a short little guy he’s cast an awfully big shadow,” Jim Bingler says.

Bingler and his wife, Fredell, were two of the founding members of the Charlottesville-Albemarle Rescue Squad, which they ran out of their home before a permanent building was established. Fredell brought her training as an X-ray technician, while Bingler’s wartime experience helped him keep calm during emergencies.

“He didn’t let the war rule him,” Jim Bingler says about his father. “Instead he took the sadness and all the trauma of the war and turned it into good.”

One of the most significant ways Bingler gives back is through his chaplain work for the local chapter of the Disabled American Veterans. He counsels other veterans as well as those being deployed.

“I’ve seen how God works and I’ve seen how prayer works,” Bingler says. “You take those people coming back, and you’ve got to talk to them. ‘You’ve given your life, now you’re back here. Let’s look at the good things. Let’s smile, not frown.’ I’ve been blessed by God more than once.”

Dr. Jim Kavanaugh

Dr. Jim Kavanaugh served as a B-17 radio operator in World War. He says he only shared his stories with his family over the years if they asked. “But it seemed so encapsulated and increasingly distant to me that I couldn’t imagine that it would be of genuine interest to anybody, except maybe [at] these veteran gatherings, and even then you talk more freely to someone who’s done it because you don’t have to explain it.” Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Dr. Jim Kavanaugh served as a B-17 radio operator in World War. He says he only shared his stories with his family over the years if they asked. “But it seemed so encapsulated and increasingly distant to me that I couldn’t imagine that it would be of genuine interest to anybody, except maybe [at] these veteran gatherings, and even then you talk more freely to someone who’s done it because you don’t have to explain it.” Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

Born: June 19, 1925, in Roanoke

Served: As a B-17 radio operator in World War II with the 525th squadron of the 379th bombardment group

Profession: Child psychiatrist and professor at the University of Virginia School of Medicine

It was morning at Kimbolton, the Royal Air Force base in the Midlands where Jim Kavanaugh, 18 when he was drafted into World War II, and the rest of the 379th bombardment group squadrons were based.

That day’s mission called for maximum effort, when all extra planes were dispatched.

Kavanaugh was just waking for the day in the barracks when he heard a loud noise and saw clouds of dust suddenly fill the air. As the dust cleared, he noticed the tail of a plane, marked with his group’s letter K and a black triangle, inside the barracks. The plane, full of gas and bombs, had crashed into the building after a problem during takeoff, and the barracks burned down.

Kavanaugh has been a book collector since the age of 8. While stationed overseas he would often use his pass to visit London, where he discovered what would become his mecca, Foyles bookstore. He would often buy books and send them home. An anchor for the future, he says.

But on the morning of the plane crash, all of the books he had with him in the barracks were lost, including one he had brought from home to read: War and Peace.

Growing up in Roanoke, Kavanaugh had been interested in planes (his father, James, had trained as a pilot in World War I, although he never went overseas) and he would occasionally go to the local airport to see them. He watched as people would jump out of planes and parachute to the ground and then sell strips of their parachute to viewers.

He was drafted at 18 and sent to Fort Lee. Based on his testing, the Army told him he would likely qualify for pilot training, so he transferred to Winston-Salem, North Carolina, for basic training. Kavanaugh has worn glasses since he was 5, and because of his poor depth perception he didn’t qualify to train as a pilot. He had known some people who worked in commercial radio, so he agreed to train as a radio operator.

Dr. Jim Kavanaugh and his nine fellow B-17 crewmen flew with the 525th squadron of the 390th bomb group. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Dr. Jim Kavanaugh and his nine fellow B-17 crewmen flew with the 525th squadron of the 390th bomb group. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

After radio training in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, he went to Yuma, Arizona, for aerial gunnery training. He remembers flying in a little piper cub in Yuma that the pilot flew more wildly than necessary—to see if the new draftees could handle it.

Kavanaugh and his crew, who came from all over the U.S., flew 20 missions total; the war ended before they could fly the requisite 35. They didn’t fly a 13th mission—no one did, he says—instead flying a mission they called 12A, or something similar.

Another superstition Kavanaugh adhered to was not bringing a pair of regular boots along with the soft, rubber-soled, fleece-lined boots they wore during missions. He thought tying those shoes to his parachute harness would mean he might need them one day.

“Our navigator always said, ‘We’re in this together and we’re all going to go home together.’ He’d say that all the time,” Kavanaugh says.

Kavanaugh, as the radio operator, had a desk in the plane upon which to work on the day’s code. Under heavy fire, Kavanaugh would also send packages of chaff, small strips of aluminum, out of the plane at intervals to jam the radar of enemy planes. That granted them an extra minute when the Germans couldn’t aim well.

“That gave me something to do on the bomb run where otherwise I would have been sitting there saying my prayers,” he says.

After the war in Europe ended in May 1945, Kavanaugh’s crew was told they would be sent home and retrained on B-29s to fight in the Pacific Theater. But by the time they were headed back to the U.S. on the Queen Mary, the war in the Pacific had also ended. The ship docked in New York City.

Dr. Jim Kavanaugh as a young man. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith
Dr. Jim Kavanaugh as a young man. Photo: Amy Jackson and Jackson Smith

“To show how tough we were, the first thing they gave us coming down the gangplank was a little carton of milk,” he says. “We had not had real milk for so long— we had powdered milk and dried eggs and so forth. Except when we flew a mission they had real eggs. Sort of like a last meal; you couldn’t help making that association.”

Kavanaugh attended college at the University of Virginia using the GI Bill, but he eventually ran out of money because he kept switching majors: philosophy, music, history, he thought they were all interesting. He went back to Roanoke and started working at the Veterans Administration hospital there.

“It was my first contact with the mentally disturbed and I found it fascinating,” he says. “There was a real load after the war. These people tended to be my age, physically healthy—or they seemed to be—yet this was a strict lockup kind of in-and-out place. I go home in the evening and I’ve played chess with this guy, maybe he’s beaten me, but he’s staying there and they’re locking the door. Why is this?”

One of Kavanaugh’s friends, a plastic surgeon, told him there was a place where he could ask all of his health-related questions—medical school. It had never occurred to him that you could decide one day to be a doctor because you were interested in it; he had always viewed it as more of a calling. As a medical school student at the University of Virginia, he was a bit unorthodox in that he was older, but also because he knew exactly what he wanted to study: psychiatry. After he discovered child psychiatry was a subspecialty, he focused on that because, as he says, “childhood was a happy time, it’s not supposed to be unpleasant.” He completed a child psychiatric fellowship in Boston before settling back in Charlottesville with his family. He taught on the faculty at UVA’s School of Medicine and also practiced child psychiatry.

Kavanaugh’s proof of how great his marriage was (his wife of 59 years, Anne, died in 2009) was that when they moved into their farmhouse in Crozet, the first thing they did after updating the electrical system was add a library for all of Kavanaugh’s books—before they even updated the kitchen.

Today, Kavanaugh estimates his collection includes more than 30,000 books. Some he has saved to read in retirement, when he knew he would have more time. But one book he doesn’t own a copy of is War and Peace.

“I’ve never finished it,” he says. “It’s just hanging there.”

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Local haunt: The Moon ghost of Albemarle

Reports of the ghost’s frequent appearances had everybody buzzing. The fantastical newspaper accounts mesmerized the entire state—no one more so than the students at the University of Virginia. Thoroughly intrigued, a crowd of 40 students tramped the 16 miles to Church Hill, the John Schuyler Moon property in southern Albemarle County where the hauntings were taking place. It was the afternoon of October 30, 1867-—the day before Halloween.

Turning onto Scottsville Stage Road from downtown Charlottesville, the group stopped briefly to salute Monticello Mountain, then continued southward. To them it was a frolic. They were young, strong and intelligent—they were certain, wrote Moon’s granddaughter Mary Barclay Hancock, “to entrap this mysterious creature.” A few brought along their hunting weapons, but none had thought to pack a supper.

Talking incessantly the entire distance, the weary throng arrived at Church Hill five hours later, tongue-tired, footsore and extremely hungry. According to Hancock, they first “ransacked the place for something to satisfy their ravenous appetites,” before announcing that they were ready. They were there to help guard the two-story home—and its numerous occupants—from the poltergeist’s menacing attention. “Some of them,” wrote Hancock, “were bragging quite a bit about what they could do, as they were not afraid.” Then the homeowner mentioned the bravest sentinels were always posted in the adjacent graveyard. The bragging immediately ceased.

Evening turned to night as the jittery UVA students—along with a few other well-armed volunteers—stood guard among the property’s trees, shrubs and outbuildings. Before long someone cried out that the ghost was inside the home. Completely terrorized, the lady of the house and her seven children, along with the family’s many servants, huddled together in the parlor while the guards encircled the cottage. Then they saw it: a dark, hulking figure standing on the roof. At least 15 guns were discharged in its direction—as if flying lead could harm a ghost—but the cunning apparition vanished into the evening mist.

The Moon Ghost had struck again.

Albemarle County’s notorious Moon Ghost is one of Virginia’s most famous spooks. Walking the night for two years during the state’s turbulent Reconstruction period, its nocturnal visitations centered on Church Hill, the summer residence of the Moon family. Between 1866 and 1868 dozens of people saw its wraith-like form, but no one was able to explain its strange and frightening behavior.

When the Scottsville Register printed a long account of the haunting on November 11, 1867, the edition sold out in Richmond 70 miles away. The tale soon appeared in newspapers all across the country, and even as far away as London. Hundreds of people traveled to Church Hill hoping to catch a glimpse of the phantom, maybe even solve the mystery. What was the Moon Ghost? And why had it chosen to torment the Moon family of southern Albemarle?

Reconstruction in Virginia was a stormy period of massive social, economic and political change. (It ran from the end of the Civil War in 1865 until 1870, when the state was readmitted to the Union.) Devastated by the war’s losses—in men, as well as in homes, farms and infrastructure—the Old Dominion was eventually placed under military rule, commanded by a succession of general officers. In Albemarle County, as elsewhere in Virginia, the old way of life—the “status quo antebellum”—had faded into a distant and quixotic dream. According to Moon’s niece, Frances Moon Butts: “Property owners were tax-ridden, untrained to hard labor and without cash to buy supplies or employ help.” Petty thievery was rampant. A detachment of Federal troops headquartered in Charlottesville presented a stabilizing force, but one of its officers reported the local presence of the Ku Klux Klan. Fortunately there were no major disturbances, no race riots in Albemarle County, but, according to Princeton historian Rufus Barringer, gangs of Confederate deserters who had taken refuge in the Blue Ridge Mountains and groups of free black men who had not settled anywhere after being emancipated kept the local jail full.

To this troubled mix add the Moon Ghost of Albemarle.

Church Hill, located five miles north of Scottsville between Glendower and Keene, was so-named because of its proximity to Christ Church Episcopal, and was the property of Moon. Born in 1823 to a well-to-do family, Moon earned his law degree from the College of William & Mary then hung out his shingle (i.e. went into business) in the prosperous river town of Scottsville. After starting his law practice, Moon married Elizabeth Thompkins in 1847, and the couple first set up housekeeping at nearby Stony Point, a home he’d purchased earlier. (Between 1852 and 1870, Elizabeth gave birth to 14 children, four of whom died in infancy.) Years later, Moon bought Church Hill, which became the large family’s summer home.

Church Hill was a two-story, nine-room frame cottage sitting on a several-hundred-acre farm flanked by two cemeteries. Attached to the home were a one-story wing and two porches. “There were many oddly shaped closets,” wrote Hancock, “one of which had an entrance from the roof of the wing and later became known as the ‘ghost closet.’” In the yard sat several small outbuildings, and a one-story brick building containing Moon’s law office and oldest son Edward’s bedroom.

In August 1866, Moon began noticing strange and unaccountable noises during the normally quiet nighttime hours. In the house, utensils and knickknacks started disappearing, only to be discovered later in the most ridiculous places such as on the roof or inside locked outbuildings. Elizabeth found spilt flour, sugar and salt inside the pantry, which was always locked. A few days later, on a hot summer night, Moon was pacing his office, deep in thought over a particularly intricate case, when he glanced outside and saw, wrote Hancock, “a figure glide from the porch and scuttle away into the shrubbery.” When he saw the same specter several nights later, he decided to keep it a secret from the other occupants of Church Hill, which included Elizabeth and their brood of seven children, numerous servants and several of Elizabeth’s nervous sisters.

Later that same month, Moon and 14-year-old Edward, posted on either side of the house, kept a quiet vigil into the long hours of the night. At midnight Edward watched in amazement as a ghostly figure swiftly and noiselessly climbed onto the roof of the wing and entered the home via the “ghost closet.” Racing inside, he saw the dark shape enter the pantry. The ghost was so quick, however, that Edward was unable to intercept its escape.    

After this unnerving episode the Moon Ghost—or “Jack Ghost,” as the family called it—was seen by all of Church Hill’s terrified residents. One evening a servant was startled to see a motionless black figure standing directly in front of the house. Another night it was spied crouching at the front gate. On another occasion the family butler, returning home late from an errand, left the groceries on the dining room table. That night “Jack Ghost” poured everything—sugar, coffee, flour, meal, salt and blackstrap molasses—onto the tablecloth, then, according to Butts, “deposited its ‘witches brew’ and a family Bible on the roof…”

Doors carefully locked prior to bedtime, including several inside the house, were often found flung wide open in the morning. Church Hill’s windows were favorite targets: Panes of glass high above the reach of an average person were frequently busted out, awakening the sleeping Moon family. Hoping to discover how the ghost accomplished this feat, one night Edward hid in the icehouse (the outbuilding containing a deep pit for storing ice). “About dusk,” wrote Hancock, “he saw a creature crawl across the yard dragging a rail behind him. He loped along like some hideous animal, but when he got to the dining room window he stood erect, and in the twinkling of an eye, raised the rail and thrashed out a number of panes…”

In January 1867, the Scottsville Register—under the headline “The Mysterious Affair at the Residence of Mr. J.S. Moon”—reported that “a candle-box, filled with rags saturated with whiskey was placed against the side of [Church Hill] and ignited. About 1 o’clock at night the fire was discovered and extinguished; and the unburnt rags discovered to be fragments of garments missing from Mr. Moon’s house…” Despite this attempted torching, Moon refused to move his family to a new home, “lest the ghost,” noted Hancock, “would have the satisfaction of feeling that he had chased him away.”

Perhaps the most frightening aspect of the Moon Ghost’s haunting was its ability to cast a light into the house. Sometimes small, no larger than a quarter, but often much bigger, the “ghost eye,” as family called it, navigated Church Hill’s interior walls, dancing across the family’s bookcases and picture frames. This phenomenon was witnessed, according to Moon descendant Cary Coleman Moon, “even when the blinds were closed and extra bed covers hung over the curtains…” On November 11, 1867, the Register recorded that the men on guard in Church Hill’s parlor the previous night “say that light was thrown in there…at least 50 times. Apparently an effort was made to throw the shadow of men on the walls.” Superstitious neighbors started saying that for some ungodly reason the spirit was watching the Moon family: watching and waiting.

Relatives, friends and even strangers rushed to the defense of the Moon household. They came armed with pistols, shotguns and muskets. Two of Moon’s brothers, James Nelson Moon and Jacob Luther Moon, often stood watch. The men had gained fame during the Civil War as the Daredevil Moons of Mosby’s Rangers, the war’s most famous guerrilla command. All of these volunteer vigilantes now became additional witnesses to the Moon Ghost’s numerous escapades.

Naturally, the phantom only appeared at night. It hid its features under a mask, witnesses said, and often wore a military-style overcoat. According to the Register, it “apparently wore armor, for chains were heard to rattle at times, especially when he raced around the cottage, shaking windows and doors as he went…” It “was frequently shot at by trained marksmen, but only hit a few times when he was seen limping away,” Hancock wrote.

Perhaps intimidated by Church Hill’s armed guards, the Moon Ghost sometimes brought along accomplices. One night, when eight pickets stood watch—and Moon, pistol in hand, sat alone in the dark parlor—the ghost was detected within 20 paces of the front porch. Fired upon it fell flat to the ground and crept off. At the same moment another figure ran between two of the guards on the opposite side of the house. “The next morning tracks made by a coarse boot, or shoe, were found coursing down the hill from that point,” reported the Register. Opening the locked storeroom door, the guards found a bag “left on the flour barrel and about a double handful of coffee spilt in with the flour.”

Two nights later, 14 sentries surrounded the cottage, nervously clutching their weapons. Late that night—after two of the volunteers had left their posts—a guard in front of the house heard someone step onto the porch, unlock the front door and walk inside the house. He supposed it was a family member. But when one of Elizabeth’s sisters heard weird noises inside, and from upstairs witnessed the ghost exit the front door and crouch nearby, she alerted Edward. The teenager, according to the Register, “went to the window and fired down at the spot. …The guards rushed to the house and found as they supposed that night, a large blood stain on the steps, over which they exulted very much. Fruitless pursuit was made.” Later that same night, said the Moon family butler, four men ferried over the James River at Scottsville carrying on a litter (stretcher) what looked like a blanket-covered body.

On another noteworthy occasion—when the volunteer sentries were exiting the rear of the home after enjoying a hot meal—a great commotion was heard in the front yard. Through one of the glass panes edging the front door Edward saw six or seven strange men rushing the front porch. One of them yelled, “Surround the house, boys!” Ex-guerrilla Jacob Luther Moon fired at them from the side of the building, but the banshees veered in the other direction and quickly disappeared. A family member wrote the attackers were all masked and clad in overcoats and Confederate capes.

Unlike other non-corporeal entities, the Moon Ghost proved adept at throwing objects and firing weapons. Hancock wrote that a pile of bricks was once carried off and hurled onto the roof, “making a terrific noise and startling the whole household…” Twice an entire set of the family’s dinner plates were taken onto the roof and twirled into the yard. One evening, one of Mrs. Moon’s sisters saw a man on the roof. When she heard the scraping of matches, she screamed, upon which the man rushed by her window and fired a pistol at her head. Luckily she only suffered singed eyebrows, but the discharge, according to the Register, “blackened the side of the house, and the ball struck [the house] and glanced off. The man ran over Mr. Moon’s chamber, and jumping down on the other side escaped.”   

“Why should a man,” asked the Charlottesville Chronicle March 7, 1868, “night after night, [in] the coldest weather imaginable…expose himself, sometimes to the pelting storm—sometimes in snow six inches deep? Can it be gratifying to him to alarm the ladies by rapping, throwing lights, knocking out glass and walking over the house occasionally?”

Moon hired two Richmond detectives to investigate the bizarre incidents. “Of course,” wrote Hancock, “there were no signs of the mystery during their stay” in the neighborhood, “and they left declaring it was caused by members of the household, probably servants.” Moon agreed. He believed that his least trustworthy domestics were communicating with the assailants, passing along information about the family, the goings-on in the house and, of course, the guards.

The final act in the Moon Ghost drama was just as strange as the ones that preceded it. Awakened one night by the sound of pebbles striking the front door, Moon, gripping a revolver, scrambled downstairs. When he slowly opened the door, a long reed with a note attached fell to the porch floor. Scribbled in pencil on cheap paper, the note read: “Master Jack…I will not pester you eny [sic] more…Jack Ghost.” That promise was kept.

During his lifetime, Moon desperately attempted to squelch the overwhelming tide of Moon Ghost-related stories. “My uncle, a man of dignity and reserve,” noted Francis Moon Butts, Moon’s niece, “seems to have been more resentful of the exaggerated publicity the ghost brought than of its almost nightly depredations. He finally refused to let anything be published that he did not write.”

Moon died in 1876 without writing a word about possible perpetrators. His relatives, however, were not afraid to speculate. Butts noted her uncle had successfully prosecuted Lucien Beard, the ruthless leader of a horse-thief gang with hideouts near North Garden, not far from Church Hill. Perhaps Beard’s associates staged the two-year haunting to exact revenge. From the state penitentiary in Richmond, Beard wrote a letter offering “to explain the Moon Ghost if [Moon] would secure his pardon.”

The letter went unanswered and the question remains: Who was behind the mysterious hauntings of one of the area’s well-known families?

–Rick Britton