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February 19th, 2015 No Comments

“A Trip Back in Time” by Charissa Roberson Close your eyes. Imagine. It is summer, 1973. The Brosius brothers’ many plans are steadily becoming reality. Thirty million dollars have already been invested into the infrastructure and amenities of Lake Linganore at Eaglehead. Sales are booming. “Over a million dollars in home site sales were recorded

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November 25th, 2014 No Comments

Bringing History to Life: The Ladies Behind “Discovering Eaglehead” Lake Linganore Association has a long and sometimes forgotten history. In recent years it has been more important than ever to understand how our community was conceived and how it has evolved over time. The passing of Linganore’s founder, Bill Brosius in the spring of 2013,

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September 23rd, 2014 No Comments

“A New Town is Born” by Charissa Roberson It was 1965. Thirty-one professionals had gathered in Washington, D.C., ranging from well-known architects and engineers, to an assorted collection of experts including a psychiatrist, a social worker, a historian, a judge, a zoologist, a philosopher, and a clergyman. What had brought so many different people together?

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May 22nd, 2014 No Comments

by Charissa Roberson In the quiet of the old office, I sat down in a chair and laid a scrap of paper on my lap. It always fascinates me to find objects from many years ago, still surviving even though the hands that made them have not. I gingerly smoothed the worn folds of the

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April 2nd, 2014 No Comments

JWB: Coming of Age by Charissa Roberson It was summer, and I was six years old. The thunder of the water over the dam echoed in my ears as I clambered up the side of a large rock, my hands and feet finding the familiar holds. I hauled myself up to the top with a

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January 28th, 2014 No Comments

The Man, The Vision & Lake Linganore’s History by Charissa Roberson I stared out the window of the car as I drove home. I passed the welcoming Lake Linganore sign, and followed the gentle curves of the road through the tall trees. It was so well-known to me, and yet it felt strange. I was

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