One of my favorite pieces of furniture is tucked into a corner of my 17-month-old son’s rarely used bedroom. It’s my Great Aunt Louise’s hope chest—a dark cherry wood heirloom my mother had for many years before passing it down to me.
After receiving the chest, I developed an even stronger pull to this antique when I saw the original paper from the furniture company inside: “Made in Altavista, Virginia,” it read. A place that probably seemed far away at the time to my Great Aunt Louise in North Carolina—but ended up being in my backyard.
There is certainly a tone of nostalgia in this issue of Lynchburg Living—a sub-theme that quite honestly developed organically during story assignments. Starting with our Travel feature, we went “antiquing.” Writer Shannon Brennan and myself spent a day visiting a few regional shops to see what we could glean from owners about what’s popular, what’s not and what you could learn on an antique daytrip.
Tying into a love for antiques is a focus on traditional home décor. Of course, this isn’t a new style—but what is new(er) is that younger people seem to be embracing the interior design preferences of their grandparents. We caught up with two “grandmillennials” (a term used by some in the design industry) and show you how they are mixing traditional style with their own flair.
Alongside antiques and “grandmillennials,” you’ll also find a feature on the art of quilting and how Lynchburg’s thriving local groups are staying current. And our This City story explains a unique church merger—a younger congregation moving into one of Lynchburg’s oldest church buildings.
Of course, this is also our ever-popular “Best Of Lynchburg” issue—recognizing local businesses, people, destinations and more in dozens of categories. Lynchburg, you certainly come out in force for this effort. We received more than 106,000 votes on our website! Flip to page 66 to see who is proudly displaying our teal banners in 2020.
As we usher in a new year, here’s to being proud of your “best” and looking forward, while also not forgetting to look back.
Makes me realize… I think it’s about time to move Great Aunt Louise’s hope chest down to the living room where it belongs.
