Richard G. Williams Jr.

“Richard’s tone and style are reminiscent of the histories written in a bygone era; when historians like Freeman, Catton and Wiley would captivate their readers as much with their narrative as the history it contained.” ~ Keven Walker, CEO Shenandoah Valley Battlefields Foundation "Thank you for your . . . great support for this project. As always it was a pleasure to work with you on The Rebel Yell. You are a big part of Our Cause." ~ Mr. J.L.D. (Laurie) Woodruff, Executive Director and Editor, The Essential Civil War Curriculum Richard G. Williams, Jr. is an award winning Southern author and historian, autodidact, tour guide, relic hunter, researcher, and raconteur who specializes in Virginia history and the American Civil War. A former contributor to the Washington Times' Civil War column, he has also written for Homeschooling Today Magazine, North South Trader's Civil War, Western & Eastern Treasures Magazine (where he also serves as a Contributing Editor) and regularly writes articles about the Civil War and Virginia history for various publications and websites. Williams has also spoken at Civil War Round Tables, conferences, universities and colleges, seminars (including Liberty University's Annual Civil War Seminar), and other history related functions. He is also a full member of the National Coalition of Independent Scholars and has served on the boards of two Virginia museums. Williams was born and grew up on battlefields where his great-great grandfathers during the Civil War. As a young boy & teenager, Williams spent much of his time on those same battlefields in Virginia's rural Shenandoah Valley - fishing, hunting and exploring the area's rich history. He is a direct descendant of three Confederate soldiers and is a ninth generation great-grandson of America's first abolitionist, the Reverend Roger Williams. When not working, researching, reading, writing, or spending time with his lovely wife or any of his 22 grandchildren, he can usually be found traipsing through some remote hollow in the Blue Ridge Mountains or some mist-covered battlefield here in Virginia; enjoying the company of his ancestors' spirits, with a metal detector in his hands, a gleam in his eye, and a smile on his face.