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Grave Thursday: Jacob Rittersbach

Each week we are highlighting the final resting place of someone related to the Lincoln assassination story. It may be the grave of someone whose name looms large in assassination literature, like a conspirator, or the grave of one of the many minor characters who crossed paths with history. 2,286 more words

History

Age of Aquarist

We spent the afternoon at Fords Theatre, where the President’s Box still holds watch, as it has for 152 years since that fateful night when President Lincoln lost his life to…political hate.   562 more words

Political Divisions

By Julia Wolf

Ok. Fine. Our political scene right now is divisive. Some have said the 2016 election was the most divisive one yet. While it is tempting to agree with that statement, I think 2016 has some pretty steep competition. 496 more words

DrakeinDC

Exploring Washington, D.C.

I want to share all of the trips I take during my 20’s, so sharing my trip to D.C. is a must. I took this trip way back in August, but it’s never too late to share! 81 more words

Makeup

Grave Thursday: Laura Keene

Each week we are highlighting the final resting place of someone related to the Lincoln assassination story. It may be the grave of someone whose name looms large in assassination literature, like a conspirator, or the grave of one of the many minor characters who crossed paths with history. 618 more words

History

Social Ambassador Stories: Lincoln, Batman and Opening Night with Art Director Gary Erskine

Ever wondered who designs the posters, street banners, lobby signage, playbills and more at Ford’s Theatre? Gary Erskine, Art Director and staff photographer, leads our design team. 952 more words

Featured

The Weight of Evidence

The blue tongue has made his first appearance by the front door after his long dormant period. He surprises me every year.

The crunching and crackling in the undergrowth gave me pause, then I saw it wasn’t a snake, just a fatter lizard, his striking medallion markings perhaps a little darker than when I last saw him as autumn crept up. 404 more words