Former Webster, Pa., Postmaster Bee Hodgson poses outside the old post office under a zip code facing extinction. (photographer unkno...

The relatives in July 1952 on the front porch of this old, weather-beaten house that would become home eight years later to my family. By ...

Larry Callaway, a Rostraver Township, Pa., employee, sets in place today a sign honoring the memory of my mom at a new garden near the loc...

By Scott Beveridge WEBSTER, Pa. – It would seem today as if little has changed in my hometown since a photograph was snapped as a joke five ...

A few people who attended the Historic Bridges Conference in Pittsburgh last weekend admire the Charleroi-Monessen Bridge, a closed span th...

Charlie Ward admires his 1955 Willys Jeep fire truck. Members of a tiny fire department in Webster, Pa., didn’t want to forever part with th...

Former Pennsylvania Lt. Gov. Ernest P. Kline, standing third from right in the middle row, is shown with fellow classmates at Rostraver High...

The scrappy village of Webster, where I’ve lived for five decades, might be called the best-kept secret in the mid-Mon Valley. The property ...

In many ways, it seems as if time has been standing still in Webster, a tired small village along the Monongahela River about 30 miles south...

Welcome to nowhere, chapter 11 By Scott Beveridge The elementary school essay assignment sounded easy to some of my classmates who lived in ...

Welcome to nowhere, chapter 10 By Scott Beveridge We were too busy being kids to notice that Donora’s economy was crumbling during the summe...

Welcome to nowhere, chapter 5 By Scott Beveridge The slip under my mother’s dress would go from white to charcoal gray by the time she walke...

Welcome to nowhere, chapter 2 By Scott Beveridge Old man Schultzie lived in the biggest black house in Webster, one perched at the edge...

Welcome to nowhere, chapter 1 By Scott Beveridge Our new home in Webster was a short walk across a bridge from Donora, a bustling steel mill...