Episodes

  • Ep 17: Silent March

    To the beat of muffled drums, 10,000 black men, women, and children marched down 5th Avenue in New York City on July 28, 1917. Their march was in protest of […]

  • Ep 16: Spectre

    Ghost towns keep their stories alive, we can wander through its ruins and imagine life as it once was. But to see one that still has a faint pulse, which […]

  • Ep 15: Differing Standards

    There was a time when North America lived by the sun. We rose and set with its natural rhythms. This was when life was contained within a few miles. When […]

  • Episode 14 - My Wife's Lovers

    Episode 14: My Wife’s Lovers

    No one remembers Carl Kahler for his portraits of blue-ribbon horses or of burning sunset landscapes or even of his prize-winning classical study “Caesar’s Death.” The San Francisco Chronicle wrote […]

  • Ep 13: Stranded

    If only you could have seen it, opening day back in March 1920. When thousands of people lined up around this block, waiting just to get a seat. The Strand’s […]

  • Your stories from COVID-19

    Hey Artifacts friends! I’m working on an episode for my history podcast about COVID-19 and I’d like this one to be more of a community project with your voices. So, […]

  • Ep 12: Breath of Fresh Air

    We’re going back to a time when air was toxic and the only visible organism that inhabited this world were Stromatolites whose exhalations would be their undoing and our greatest […]

  • Episode 11: Unnatural Selection

    Within the 24 square miles of the Seneca Army Depot exists the leftover crumbling structures and ecosystem created back in 1941.  This episode what written and hosted by Natalie Shoemaker. […]

  • Extra: Dead Horse Bay

    Everyone who visits Dead Horse Bay has a different experience. Discarded things ebb with the tides–what it brings up, peels back, and pushes up the shore. Welcome to this special […]

  • Episode 10: Influencer Marketing

    She traveled the road of anthracite without worry that cinders would ashen the brilliance of her white dress. But the rails would eventually fade… as would any memory of her: […]