Why Dr. John Henry Pinkard Matters to Me
- Antonio Stovall
- Jun 20
- 6 min read

Nothing happens by chance. At least, that is what I have come to believe. The more I researched the life of Dr. John Henry Pinkard, the more I realized that his story and my own had been connected long before I ever knew his name.
For many years, I have been involved in holistic wellness, studying herbs, meditation, spirituality, and healing traditions from around the world. Yet despite living in Roanoke most of my life, I never imagined that I would discover a healer, herbalist, minister, entrepreneur, and community leader from my own hometown whose life and work would resonate so deeply with my own interests and calling.
Dr. Pinkard was born in Franklin County, Virginia, where both of my parents' families have deep roots. As I continued my research, I uncovered connection after connection that seemed almost impossible to ignore.
One of the most surprising discoveries involved a house at 1111 Salem Avenue. When I was a child, my family moved there after being displaced from our previous home on Linwood Road. At the time, it was simply another place to live. I had no idea that decades later I would learn that Dr. Pinkard owned several properties on Salem Avenue, including the very house where I once lived.
As a young boy, I remember spending time in that neighborhood and becoming friends with Donte Campbell. His grandfather would often hold church services in the house. Looking back now, it amazes me that I was surrounded by pieces of Dr. Pinkard's story long before I knew anything about him.
The connections continued to grow. While reading Michael Blankenship's book on Dr. Pinkard, I discovered that members of the Pinkard family had married into the Stovall family line, which is connected to my own ancestry. Later, while giving a presentation at Bethlehem Bible Church, I met a descendant of Martha Tyree, a relative mentioned in Pinkard's family history. Through our conversation, we discovered that we were related as well.
Growing up in Southwest Roanoke shaped me in ways I could not fully appreciate at the time. When my family moved to Salem Avenue, I began attending Hurt Park Elementary School and developed a love for basketball. Southwest Roanoke had a unique energy. It was strong, proud, protective, and deeply rooted in the community. Places like Miss Libbie's and Chuck's Seafood were more than businesses; they were gathering places that helped define the neighborhood's identity. I learned early that people in the Southwest cared deeply about their community and took pride in preserving it.
Families welcomed me into their homes and treated me like one of their own. I spent time with the Ferrell family, attending cookouts, holiday gatherings, and sleepovers. Only years later would I learn how many of these families and homes were connected to the broader history of healing, community leadership, entrepreneurship, and cultural preservation that Dr. Pinkard represented.
Over the last decade, however, I have watched the Hurt Park community undergo significant changes. Families who had lived there for generations were relocated. Long-standing relationships were disrupted. Places that once served as anchors for the community disappeared or changed. While growth and development are often necessary, something about the neighborhood's spirit feels different today. The heartbeat that once connected so many people seems quieter than it once was.
For me, this feeling became even more personal in 2012 when my mother was murdered on Salem Avenue. Her death was one of the most painful experiences of my life and forever changed my family. The same streets that held childhood memories also became places associated with grief, loss, and unanswered questions.
Yet healing has a way of calling us back to the places that shaped us.
Over the years, I found myself returning to Hurt Park. I would spend time exercising at the outdoor fitness stations and reflecting on my life, my community, and how I could make a positive difference. Those moments of reflection eventually led me to become involved with the Hurt Park Community Garden.
The garden became much more than a place to grow food. It became a place of connection, education, healing, and community building. It reminded me that restoring a neighborhood is not only about rebuilding structures. It is also about rebuilding relationships, creating opportunities for people to gather, and helping individuals reconnect with the land, with one another, and with themselves.
At the same time, I recognize that I am not alone in caring about the future of this community. Across Northwest and Southeast Roanoke, there is a growing movement of residents, community leaders, educators, artists, entrepreneurs, organizations, and advocates who are investing their time, energy, and resources into restoring neighborhoods, preserving history, creating opportunities, and strengthening community connections. Their efforts deserve recognition and support.
As a traditional healer, I have come to understand that true healing cannot happen in isolation. In many Indigenous and ancestral traditions, healing is never limited to one person, one family, or one problem. Everything is interconnected. The health of the individual is connected to the health of the family.
The health of the family is connected to the health of the community. The health of the community is connected to the health of the land. When one part suffers, the whole system feels the impact.
For this reason, I believe helping restore the spirit of Hurt Park is about more than preserving memories of the past. It is about helping create a renewed identity for the future—one rooted in pride, wellness, education, culture, history, economic opportunity, and community stewardship. It is about honoring those who came before us while creating opportunities for those who will come after us.
As I continued studying Dr. Pinkard's life, I realized that this was very much the work he dedicated himself to. He was not simply an herbalist. He was a businessman, minister, property owner, educator, and community leader. His healing extended far beyond medicine. He invested in people. He built institutions. He created opportunities. He strengthened families and communities.
Understanding the legacy of Dr. John Henry Pinkard is an important part of restoring that spirit. Much of his work took place on Salem Avenue, the same street that played such a significant role in my own life. For approximately thirteen years, he and his family lived, worked, and served there, helping people from throughout Roanoke and surrounding communities. Individuals traveled from near and far seeking his knowledge, his remedies, his counsel, and his care.
Today, when I walk those same streets, I am reminded that Salem Avenue was once a place where healing, entrepreneurship, faith, and community leadership existed side by side. Dr. Pinkard's story reminds us that greatness can emerge from neighborhoods that are often overlooked. His life demonstrates what is possible when a person dedicates themselves to serving others and investing in their community.
Today, I do not claim to be Dr. Pinkard's successor. Rather, I see myself as a student of his life and a steward of his legacy. Through research, education, community engagement, and healing-centered work, I hope to help preserve and share the story of a man whose contributions deserve far greater recognition.
Looking back, I now see that healing was woven throughout my own story long before I consciously embraced it. The streets I walked, the homes I lived in, the people who welcomed me, the tragedies I endured, and the discoveries I would later make all seem connected by a common thread.
Perhaps that is why Dr. Pinkard's story speaks to me so deeply. His life reminds us that healing is not only about herbs or medicine. It is about faith, service, community, resilience, entrepreneurship, and the willingness to leave something meaningful behind for future generations.
The greatest lesson his legacy offers may be this: healing is not simply something we receive. It is something we create together.
By preserving history, strengthening relationships, caring for the land, investing in our communities, and sharing the stories of those who came before us, we continue a tradition of healing that extends far beyond any one individual. My hope is that by sharing Dr. Pinkard's story, I can help restore a sense of pride, connection, possibility, and healing within the community that helped shape my own life.
In many ways, this work feels less like discovering Dr. Pinkard and more like uncovering a path that had been quietly unfolding before me all along.



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