Fluvanna Review

Coach Michele Caron (left) and her assistants brief the Sharks.The Lake Monticello Swim Team defeated the Key West Swim Club by a score of 378-306 on Wednesday (July 18). The meet was held at the Key West neighborhood pool. First year head coach, Michelle Caron said that her team of over 100 youth swimmers has not lost a meet this year, and this was the team’s sixth and final swim meet of the regular season.

Caron, who is a rising junior and varsity swimmer at Bridgewater University, is well known for her swimming prowess. She won the Lake Monticello Fourth of July lake swim repeatedly while she was swimming for the Flucos.

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Ian Jackson, of I and J Home Builders talked to the Lake Monticello Owners’ Association Board at Thursday (June 28) night’s board meeting about more than 30 acres he hopes to buy on the Lake side of Route 618. Jackson said he plans to build homes that would cost between $190,000 and $200,000.

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Nate Szarmach won first place and best in show.The Fluvanna Art Association made their yearly sojourn to Fluvanna County High School recently to judge this years’ works.

Nate Szarmach took best in show for his large scale painting of an elderly couple walking through a garden. This same painting won first place in the advanced student category. Szarmach was touted as the one to watch by his former middle school art teacher Margie Kritzer. Current FCHS teacher, Diane Greenwood has also helped him to develop his talent. Add a comment

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The newly opened Panda Chinese restaurant has a lot going for it, food-wise that is. If you’re one of the ones looking for décor and ambiance, Chinese red walls and gold Oriental fans, that is not what Panda is all about. The restaurant offers take-out, a few tables set up for eating in, and catering for small or large parties. It is a place for the true Chinese food lover.

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Charles Greer hand built the dry-stacked serpentine rock wall around his home. Photo by Tricia JohnsonHe knows the stones that make up the wall as well as he knows his friends. His hand rests on one affectionately, as on the shoulder of a companion of old; and he knows the story of finding each one as well as he knows how he first met his boyhood friends.
The wall is long and curved; it runs waist-high in graceful mirrored arcs from the road along under the trees to the back of the brick house he built by hand for his bride in 1959. Gray and brown, green and pink and pure crystalline quartz; as big as a loaf of bread or as small as the diamond on the finger of a humble man’s wife; the stones are fitted and dry-stacked – pieced together as surely as a quilt – into a bulwark that is stout and silent and immutable.
Stones, in one form or another, run through Charles Greer’s life like a vein of granite runs through the gentle foothills of the Blue Ridge, rambling along for a distance here, disappearing under fertile soil there, cropping back up at the crest of a ridge. He remembers first a fascination with arrowheads.
“When I was in grade school,” Greer began, “I found an arrowhead. The first one I ever found was when I was pushing my bicycle up a hill near the creek and I was looking down, and a white arrowhead was laying right there in the road. I didn’t much know what an arrowhead was,” he said with a smile, “but I took it home and my mom and dad were so excited.” Greer remembers an uncle giving him one he found, and trading arrowheads and other small treasures with a few of his classmates at Palmyra School.
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