P is for Port Tobacco

P is for Port Tobacco (click here for map).  It took me only one hour to travel to the smallest incorporated town in Maryland.  Located in Charles County, this town is dotted with absolutely gorgeous old homes among rolling countryside along the Port Tobacco River, which happens to be an important tributary of the Potomac River.  Until I began researching Port Tobacco, I never would have believed this tiny town would have boasting rights to some pretty significant historical events.  Interestingly enough, the founding fathers of three holidays currently celebrated in the United States lived in this town.  I will explain more about these three individuals later. 

Now, when I say tiny town, I really mean tiny town.  Only 15 people call Port Tobacco home.  The town has a total land area of 0.16 square miles and is believed to be Maryland’s oldest continually inhabited settlement.  Originally, Port Tobacco was an Indian village.  A group of English settlers colonized it in 1634.  In 1727, it was established as the county seat of Charles County and was deemed the second largest port city in Maryland.  At its height during the 19^th Century, Port Tobacco’s population reached nearly 300, but quickly declined after the silting of the river and the construction of the railroad in 1895 (several miles away), which resulted in the county seat being moved to nearby La Plata.  The few remaining historic structures, several reconstructed buildings, and several historic markers and plaques help to identify it as a unique and special place known today as Port Tobacco Village.  In 1989, the Town of Port Tobacco was designated as a historic district and was entered in the National Register of Historic Places of the United States. 

Before I continue, I want to mention there was not a “Welcome to Port Tobacco” sign.  The Port Tobacco marker I found was by the courthouse, which I would be touring.  The marker is significant because it references a reward for information leading to the capture of John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Abraham Lincoln.  In summary of the assassination:

On 14 April 1865, Booth stopped by Ford's Theater in Washington to get his mail, and he discovered the President was to be at the theater that very night. Since Booth was an actor there, he had access to the building to plan his attack. Booth conspired with several other people that day; one of them was George Atzerodt from Port Tobacco who was supposed to assassinate the Vice President. Around 10:15pm, after making plans for a swift getaway, Booth entered Ford's theater and was allowed into the President's box, probably due to his fame as an actor.  He soon pulled out his Derringer and shot Lincoln one time in the back of the head. Booth then climbed over the railing of the President's box onto the stage, where his spur caught, causing him to fall and break his left leg. By 10:45 pm he was across the Navy Yard Bridge and on his way out of the city.

His first stop in Maryland was Mary Surratt's tavern (in Clinton, MD) for weapons and ammo, then he went to Doctor Mudd's house at Bryantown, Maryland, just a few miles from Port Tobacco, to have his broken leg set.  Later, he spent time just outside of Port Tobacco as federal agents searched the area.  Booth then crossed the Potomac into Virginia near the location where US 301 crosses the river today. Twelve days after Lincoln's assassination, Booth was killed in a shootout at Garrett's Farm in Virginia.

I will now continue with the history of Port Tobacco.  Tobacco was the local currency during the 1720s. For the European market, the leaves were packed in kegs and shipped to England.  In fact, tobacco was the #1 export of Port Tobacco and timber was #2.  Eventually, the town’s landscape began to deteriorate.  Tobacco ruins the soil (robs nutrients) and there was so much deforestation the land was eroding.  When it rained, topsoil washed off the hills and into the river, which clogged the shipping channel.  In the end, the larger masted schooners Port Tobacco once accommodated would be no more.  Only smaller craft were able to visit the port.  How ironic the planters who reaped prosperity by clearing the Port Tobacco Valley’s wooded hillsides for corn and tobacco were the cause of the port’s demise!

I called ahead to schedule a tour of three of the restored buildings in town.  Karen was my appointed guide.  Many of the things I wanted to see were not included in the tour, so I decided to arrive in Port Tobacco a few hours early to cross a few of the items off my “To See” list.  One of which was the Port Tobacco One Room Schoolhouse.  

Port Tobacco One Room Schoolhouse

The Port Tobacco School was used for seventy-seven years.  White students were enrolled from 1876 to 1924, and from 1924 to 1953 the school housed [African American] students.  The school usually housed grades one through seven.  In 1953, these students moved to a new Port Tobacco Elementary School farther west on Route 6.  The building was then used for 4-H Club meetings, and it served as a local library.  After Port Tobacco was entered in the National Register of Historic Places, the schoolhouse was named to be one of the town’s six historically significant buildings. 

I still had some time before I had to meet Karen, so I continued on my search for Mulberry Grove.  Mulberry Grove is a home that was the birthplace of John Hanson.  John Hanson was important for a couple of reasons and I will explain why in a moment.  The marker for Mulberry Grove was at the entrance of what looked like a long driveway.  It had a street sign, but my experiences in past towns told me street signs are not always assigned to street/public thoroughfare.  Streets/public thoroughfares do not have “NO TRESPASSING” signs even though a historical marker is planted.  As a “NO TRESPASSING” sign was not in existence, and the marker was posted at the entrance of this paved road, I figured it was fair game. 

I drove up a long, winding hill and finally saw the house.  However, there were some other buildings behind it on the property with cars in the yard, satellite dishes on the roofs, and other modern day amenities.  I decided not to go any closer to these other homes and just looked at John Hanson’s home.  I was undecided if this house was occupied (sometimes they are).  There were curtains in the windows, the yard was had been manicured, but I did not see any lights on in the house.  I nervously kept looking for that “NO TREPASSING” sign, as well!  I decided to stay long enough to get some pictures of the beautiful home and be on my way.  I never did determine if the home was occupied.

As mentioned earlier, John Hanson was important for a couple of reasons.  

John Hanson's Birthplace

He was the First President of the United States.  Wait!  What?  I know what you’re thinking……George Washington was the first President of the United States.  That, my friends, is a true statement.  George Washington was the first president elected under the U.S. Constitution.  However, the predecessor to the Constitution was the Articles of Confederation.  The Articles of Confederation also called for a president- one with greatly diminished powers.  Eight men were appointed to serve one year terms as president under the Articles of Confederation.  In November 1781, John Hanson became the first President of the United States assembled under the Articles of Confederation.

Remember I mentioned there are three individuals from Port Tobacco who I consider to be the founding fathers of three major holidays celebrated in the United States?  One of those individuals was John Hanson.  He was responsible for establishing the fourth Thursday in November as Thanksgiving Day.  

Looking at the time, I found I needed to leave in order for my tour with Karen.  I drove down the driveway (relieved to find a cop wasn’t waiting for me) and headed over to Stagg Hall to meet with Karen.  I got to Stagg Hall in time to see Karen opening the building.  She greeted me with a smile and told me I was the only one on the tour.  Pleasantries were exchanged and then she happily got down to business.  A few minutes into the conversation and I could immediately tell this was going to be a very educational tour – Karen clearly loved her job!

I mentioned earlier the tour consisted of three buildings.  Stagg Hall was going to be the first of the three.  Stagg Hall was a merchant headquarters built in 1740 for John Parnham who was established in the tobacco trade.  

Stagg Hall Great Room

Although it looks like a residence, it was used as an office and for entertaining.  As you enter the building, there is a large room to the left, which was the office space.  The room to the right as you enter the building was the room for entertaining, or The Great Room.  

This room was for entertaining male guests only.  There was absolutely nothing feminine about the décor – it was a statement room for men.  Which brings me to the spelling of the name on the building (Stagg Hall) and the picture of the invitation (Stag Hall).  There is a discussion on a blog pertaining to the difference in the spelling of the Hall’s name, which reads:  

“I've often wondered why one of Port Tobacco's surviving 18th-century buildings, Stagg Hall, is so named.  What was Stag Hall (as spelled on the card)?  A fraternal organization like the Masons?  Or the Elks, an image of which appears on the card?  Did they meet at Stagg Hall, the house now occupied by Mrs. Dorothy Barbour?”   
 

(Mrs. Barbour is the former residential owner and there is more information on her in the reading below.  

Unfortunately, from what reading I have done on Stagg Hall, there doesn’t seem to be a concrete answer as to why the name of the Hall is spelled differently.   

Stagg Hall was bought and sold by several merchants until 1902 when it was finally sold to the Barbour family, who owned it until 2013.  Back in the 1920s, the Barbour family sold the Great Room to the Art Institute of Chicago.  The room was taken apart (floor, ceiling, décor) and shipped to Chicago where it was put together in the same fashion as it was in the house.  The Barbour family got the room back in 1972.  In 2013, Charles County purchased the home and began to historically preserve it.  In fact, Mrs. Barbour just turned 100 years old and will be coming back for a celebration. 

Karen showed me a very interesting thing about the house and I was thrilled I could get a picture of this, which probably occurred because it was so overcast (Karen said most people have tried and did not have any luck).  Look at the etchings in the glass in the windows.  

Window Etching

The etchings date back to the early 1900s.  This picture shows a name etched in the glass.  However, all of the other etchings were about weather observances – “Foggy”, “Cloudy”, “Blue Sky.”  I wondered if the idea was to take a grease pencil and circle the weather observance of the day to alert family members (wink)! 

 

From Stagg Hall, we walked over to the reconstructed courthouse – the second of the three buildings.  Unfortunately, the courthouse had to be reconstructed because the center part of the structure mysteriously burned to the ground in 1892.  

Reconstructed Port Tobacco Courthouse

At the time, Port Tobacco was the county seat of Charles County.  When the town’s shipping industry was faltering because of silt in the Port Tobacco River and a new railroad which bypassed the town in favor of La Plata (three miles away), there was pressure to move the county seat to La Plata, but not everyone favored this.  To ensure the county seat actually moved to La Plata, arsonists were suspected of burning the courthouse.  A county seat generally won’t survive without a courthouse.  Per interview with the Washington Post, Mrs. Barbour said, "Three men took all the records out of the courthouse, put them on the grass, and burned the center of the courthouse.  They ignited it purposefully."   Who were the arsonists?  “I happen to know," Mrs. Barbour said. "They were well-known, but we don't say because the families are still here in the county."  

Present Day Port Tobacco Courthouse

Three years later, the county seat was moved to La Plata as there was no money or willingness at the time to rebuild the Port Tobacco courthouse.  Businesses and residents followed.  Finally, Christ Church, which had stood next door to the courthouse for generations, was dismantled stone by stone and hauled away by ox cart to the new county seat.   

 
Only the middle portion of the courthouse burned – the wings did not.  Karen told me the South Wing became a Baptist Chapel and a small cemetery is located just outside.  In 1973, a courthouse replica was dedicated.    Architects were able to rebuild on the original footprint and use archived drawings/pictures to complete the exterior design.  

Port Tobacco Execution

The only struggle encountered was reconstructing the back of the building.  Unfortunately, the one drawing they found showing the rear of the courthouse was a depiction of an execution, which assisted in the finishing of the structure.  The current day courthouse LOOKS like the inside of a courthouse, but it is no longer used as such.  Karen said they hold weddings, dinners, and they even had a group of 5^th graders perform a “mock trial” actually using the courthouse for its original purpose. 

Karen and I left the courthouse and walked over to the Burch House.  

Burch House

According to Karen and the summer 2015 edition of the Charles County Preservation Matters booklet, this house was owned by Washington Burch, an African American in Port Tobacco who progressed from being a slave, to becoming an emancipated citizen of Maryland, to finally becoming a prominent member in Port Tobacco.  Mr. Burch purchased the house in 1874, which was nine years after the Emancipation Proclamation was formed.  From there, he made his mark on history when he became a Delegate of the State for the District Republicans Convention. He also served as the African American representative on a committee to attend to voter registration lists.  Additionally, Mr. Burch, along with other African American men of the community, founded a school for African American children.  The school was once located outside of the Burch House, but no longer exists. 

 

Right outside of the Burch House is an active archaeological dig site led by the Charles County Archaeological Society. 

Findings from Dig

The county built a kitchen (solely for running water and counter space) in the Burch House so the crew could clean anything they found in the area, in addition to examining it and cataloging it.  Everything is then stored in boxes and placed on the top floor of the Burch House for reconstruction later (i.e., piecing together glassware).  The primary items found around the house and in the Port Tobacco community are pipe stems 

Pipe Stems

from the long pipes used when smoking tobacco. 

The tour was over and I thanked Karen for a very educational experience.  I looked at the time and decided to head over to the Port Tobacco Marina and Restaurant for lunch.  On the way, I passed by the Ellerslie House, but was unable to stop because it is a residence and there was a “NO TRESPASSING” sign at the beginning of the drive.  This house has historical significance because it was the birthplace of Daniel of St. Thomas Jenifer.  Daniel of St. Thomas Jenifer is the second of the three individuals who are affiliated with holidays celebrated in the United States.  Daniel of St. Thomas Jenifer was one of the signers of the United States Constitution; thus making the holiday, Constitution Day (17 September). 

Lunch at the marina was fantastic!  

Maryland Rockfish

In true Maryland fashion, I ordered the Rockfish and it definitely did not disappoint.  The views from the restaurant were spectacular, which would be appealing to boaters and land lovers alike.  Three tiers of wooden decks with outside seating, slips for boats, great music, delicious food, and professional/personable wait staff easily translated into “your time with us will be nothing short of amazing!”, which it was.  I highly recommend this establishment!

 

After lunch, I decided to make my next stop Rose Hill Manor.  On my way, I stopped at a local vegetable stand.  Initially, I wanted to purchase tomatoes, but the gentleman behind the stand told me he just harvested their corn and “Ummm!  It…is...good”!  Then he hands me an ear with the husk pulled back and told me to bite the end off.  He would then add just five more ears to the bag, and charge me $3.00 for the half-dozen.  Quite the salesman!!!!   So, I took a small bite and do you know what?  Ummm!  It was good!  It was the sweetest corn I can ever remember having!  With a bag of produce in my hand
(I forgot all about getting tomatoes!), I thanked him and drove to Rose Hill Manor. 

Built in 1784, Rose Hill Manor is one of Charles County’s finest examples of formal Georgian architecture.  It is located on high ground with an expansive view of the Port Tobacco valley below.  I was interested in the Manor for a few reasons.

Rose Hill Manor
Source:  Historic American Buildings Survey
Thomas T. Waterman, Photographer

The first was it was once the home of Dr. Gustavus Richard Brown.  Dr. Brown was a physician and friend of George Washington.  He was called to Washington’s deathbed at Mr. Vernon, Virginia, to act as one of his medical advisors.  The second interest was Olivia Floyd owned the home after Dr. Brown.  During the Civil War, Olivia Floyd lived at Rose Hill and became a spy and blockade runner for the Confederacy.  She made numerous runs behind the lines between Washington, DC and the Confederate capital of Richmond, Virginia.  Olivia was said to have outwitted a company of Union soldiers.  She conveyed papers, money and clothing from prisons and prisoners through the lines, and at one time, was holding $80,000 at Rose Hill to accomplish Confederate purposes.  She died at Rose Hill in 1905. 

The third and final reason I wanted to see the home was to look for a rock.  Allow me to explain.  This rock (“Peddler’s Rock”) is in the oldest ghost story in the United Sates, dating back to the 1700s.  The ghost story is – The Legend of Blue Dog or The Phantom Dog of Blue Dog Hill.  The legend is as follows:

According to the late Charles Stuart – a Rose Hill Road resident whose property contains the fabled rock that the Blue Dog and his master were killed on – the first written account of the Blue Dog Legend dates back to 1897. Rose Hill’s former owner Olivia Floyd, who was a former agent for the Confederacy during the Civil War, first told the Port Tobacco Times she had seen the ghost of the Blue Dog.

This once thriving seaport had many waterfront taverns.  One evening in February a stranger came to town and began drinking in one of those establishments.  This soldier, Charles Thomas Sims, boasted of his gold and deed to an estate.  After a long night of drinking Sims and his faithful dog, a large blue tick hound, left the tavern and headed out of town, taking Rose Hill Road.  Henry Hanos and his accomplices followed Sims up Rose Hill Road and attacked him to steal his money and deed.  During the robbery, Sims was killed and so was his dog, which valiantly tried to defend his master.  Both fell onto a large rock near the road.  Hanos then buried the gold and deed under a holly tree along Rose Hill Road.  The next day the townspeople found the peddler and the dog laying on the rock.  When Hanos returned to recover the treasure, he was scared away by the ghost of the Blue Dog and then fell ill, before suddenly dying. To this day, the Blue Dog reportedly continues to watch over his slain master's treasure.

Every February 8th, the Blue Dog returns to the spot where he and his master died. He howls and mourns for him beside the rock. This story has lived on for over 200 years….

There is a painter who painted the scene from this legend.  The original painting is hanging in the Blue Dog Saloon and Restaurant and you can order prints of this painting.  Most of the Blue Dog Legend accounts agree that the dog in the legend was an English Mastiff.  Mastiffs are among the largest breeds of dogs in the world and are known for their gentle spirit and protectiveness.  The painting depicts the grieving Mastiff, who was so black he was almost blue, on a cold February night lying next to his master’s treasure near the large quartz rock.

That is where the “Peddler’s Rock” comes into play.  The "Peddler's Rock" is a large rock with red stains and is said to still be present and located on the Rose Hill Manor property.  Earlier in the day, I mentioned to Karen I was hoping to see the rock.  Unfortunately, she told me Rose Hill Manor was private property and I probably would not be able to even see the house from the road because of all of the trees surrounding the dwelling.  She told me I would be able to see the two markers for Dr. Gustavus Richard Brown and Olivia Floyd at the beginning of the driveway, though.  She was right. 

When I got to the Manor’s driveway, I found the two markers AND the dreaded “NO TRESPASSING” sign on the gate of the property.  Was I disappointed?  Of course I was!  I wanted to see that rock!!! 

My disappointment was short lived as I remembered one of the main reasons I wanted to see this town – the Thomas Stone National Historic Park.  This park honors the life and work of Thomas Stone who was the third individual on my list who I considered to be a founding father of a celebrated United States holiday.  Who is Thomas Stone?  He was Maryland’s youngest signer of the Declaration of Independence.  Of course, the signing of the Declaration of Independence gave us Independence Day as a holiday (4 July). 

The park offers guided tours led by rangers from the National Park Service.  Ranger Abubakar was my tour guide and I would meet him at the house after viewing a 10 minute film at the Visitor’s Center, and a short walk leading me past the graveyard where the Stone family was buried.  The film was interesting – it provided insight into the life of Thomas Stone and of the house he built.  The house looked absolutely magnificent and I could not wait to get a tour.  Once the film was over, I only had to walk about five minutes through a field on the property to reach the graveyard where Thomas Stone and his family lay in rest.  There were several plaques for Thomas Stone on the wrought iron fence.  On 28 April 2013, a plaque at the foot of his grave was installed by The Society of the Descendants of the Signers of the Declaration of Independence.  From the graveyard, I walked another couple of minutes over to the house where I found Ranger Abubakar waiting.  Unfortunately, he told me I would only be able to see one of the two wings and the middle section of the house because the remaining wing was losing its battle with wasps! 

Habre de Venture

In 1771, Thomas Stone and his family settled into this home he called, “Habre de Venture”, which means, “Dwelling Place of Winds.”  It is a stately dwelling and another excellent example of Georgian architecture (one of the finest in Maryland).  This home is very unique in that it’s built in a semi-circle fashion – for no particular reason other than he liked the design.  A fire in 1977 destroyed the middle portion of the house.  Until that fire, the house was continuously occupied for more than 200 years.  The main block of the house was rebuilt and contains Thomas Stone’s original law desk and cabinets holding some of his possessions, which are located in the East Room.  

Thomas Stone Original Cabinets and Desk

A replica of the East Room is in the Baltimore Museum of Art.  At the time of his death in 1787, the estate comprised 1,300 acres, but currently consists of 322 acres with paths, open fields, a tobacco barn, two corn cribs, horse stables, a pond and the Stone family cemetery (I don’t know what happened to the other 1,000 acres).  A plaque was installed on the home’s memorial ledger on 4 July 1978 by the Maryland Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution.  Additionally, in 1881, the Stone family received 1 of 56 signed copies of the Declaration of Independence.  1881……remember, there wasn’t a copy machine.  Someone had to painstakingly replicate everything by hand. 

After I toured the home, Ranger Abubakar pointed me in the direction of the tobacco barn, 

Tobacco Hanging

corn cribs, and horse stables.  I spent another 20 minutes touring them and decided it was time to leave.  I wanted to visit two more places – Chapel Point State Park and St. Ignatious Church. 

Chapel Point State Park is located on the Port Tobacco River.  According to the county’s information page: 

Chapel Point is an undeveloped multi-use park that boasts a waterfront that offers excellent fishing.  A Maryland Bay Sport Tidal License is required.  Watch your tides before visiting this area.  At high tide there is almost no beach.  This area has a small sand launch area that is suitable for the launch of small john-boats, canoes and kayaks, and personal watercraft.  Hunting is permitted in the 600 acre state park.  The area provides suitable habitat for quail, squirrels, doves, rabbits, white-tailed deer, wild turkey and waterfowl.   Game hunting is permitted during the seasons established by the Wildlife Division.  Chapel Point has a small handicap hunting area.  There are three established hunter parking areas.  Sign-in boxes are located in each of those areas.  A maximum of 45 hunters is permitted at any given time.  Hunters may enter and remain on park property outside of the regular posted hours provided that they are engaged in legitimate, authorized hunting activity. 

Getting down to the waterfront proved to be a little challenging – mainly, because of the road conditions.  The main road to the waterfront was roughly four miles of packed dirt filled with pot holes – lots and lots of pot holes (my little car was not a fan.)  

Chapel Point State Park

However, the road is wide enough so you can easily dodge them as if you were driving on an obstacle course.  Just know you probably should not be sightseeing if you are the driver!  The “obstacle course” (as I called it) was short-lived though.  Once you reach the parking lot (wooded), you only have to take a short walk down a hill and then the beautiful Port Tobacco River appears before you.  The drive was definitely worth a front end alignment! 

My final stop in the town was St. Ignatious Church and St. Thomas Manor complex.  

St. Ignatious Church

St. Ignatious Church was founded in 1641 by Father Andrew White (an English Jesuit), and is one of the oldest Catholic parishes in continuous service in the United States.  Father White was among the first Jesuits to arrive in Maryland on the “Ark” and the “Dove” in 1634. He celebrated the first Mass in Maryland and set about establishing the church in this new land.  From its 120-foot bluff on Chapel Point, the church commands a majestic view of the Port Tobacco River where it joins the Potomac.  Attached to the church is St. Thomas Manor, which is the parish's Jesuit 

Port Tobacco River Meets the Potomac

residence – it was built in 1741 and is the oldest Jesuit residence in continuous use in the world.  

Located in the churchyard is the St. Ignatious cemetery.  A Civil War-era tunnel runs under the cemetery to the river.  It is possible this was used by runaway slaves in the Underground Railroad.  While conducting research on this town, I found out Olivia Floyd (Civil War spy) was buried in this cemetery.  I quickly located her grave and the small Confederate flag posted in front of her headstone. 

Sadly, it was time to head home.  As I started to drive out of town, I began to take note of how many old tobacco barns were still in existence.  

Olivia Floyd's Grave

They were everywhere!  Then I went over the entire day in my head, and was so amazed at how many things I actually saw of historical significance.  These were things I only read about in school – I never in a million years thought I would ever have the opportunity to stand in the home of someone who signed the Declaration of Independence!  I felt extremely fortunate for everything I was able to experience today. 

 

O is for Oldtown

O is for Oldtown (click here for map).
My road trip consisted of 2 ½ hours of interstate driving coupled with a relaxing ½ hour drive through the scenic Green Ridge State Forest. Shortly thereafter, I arrived in a small town located along the Chesapeake and Ohio (C&O) Canal. Lately, towns located along the canal have piqued my historical interest and Oldtown proved to be no exception.

Oldtown is an unincorporated community and census designated place in Allegany County. The town has a population of 86 and encompasses a land area of 0.1 square miles. According to William Harrison Lowdermilk (1878) – History of Cumberland, MD, Harvard University (press): Oldtown was founded in 18th century colonial times and was initially called "Shawanese Old Town" because it was the site of a Shawnee Amerindian village abandoned about a decade earlier. In later years, the explanatory prefix was dropped from the name and the place became known simply as "Oldtown".

It did not take long for me to find the Irvin Allen/Michael Cresap Museum when I arrived to the town, which was the first thing I wanted to see.  According to the museum’s site, this stone house was built in 1764 by Captain Michael Cresap, the first white male born in Allegany County and the son of Colonel Thomas Cresap. Michael was a bold continental militia volunteer who proved himself on the western frontier and when called upon after Lexington and Concord led one hundred and forty riflemen from Oldtown to Boston, the first southern troops to report to General Washington. Enroute home from Boston he died of a fever and was buried in the Trinity Church graveyard in New York. The brick portion of the house was built by Reverend John Jacobs in 1781. The house was saved from destruction by Reverend Irvin (Cy) Allen in 1961 when it was about to be demolished. Over the years Reverend Allen restored it and filled it with artifacts.

The museum gives tours by appointment only, but I was unable to obtain one. I visited this town on Memorial Day weekend, so the few volunteers who manned the museum were not available. However, it appears this could be an incredibly fascinating historical tour. I encourage anyone who plans on visiting Oldtown to call ahead for an appointment.  

I had a few other places to visit in this town, but I was hungry

Schoolhouse Kitchen

so I ventured over to the Schoolhouse Kitchen. From the outside it looked like a school, and that my friends, is exactly what it was…..a school! A woman who worked there told me the school opened in 1925 with only 3 people in attendance – attending and graduating (Kindergarten through 12th grade). 1976 saw the largest graduating class - 56 students. Eventually, the school closed in 2000 (with 20 graduating students).

A graduate from Oldtown’s Class of 1977 bought the school shortly thereafter and turned it into an inexpensive restaurant (where the school’s cafeteria once was) and a classic automobile restoration shop (where the classrooms once were).

I ordered my lunch and sat down to take in everything around me in the school’s converted cafeteria. Lining each wall along the ceiling were the many years of framed pictures of Oldtown School’s graduating classes. There were a couple of trophy cases with the school’s memorabilia, a black board, and bookshelves filled with books. The lights above and the shiny green floor were reminiscent of my elementary school days.

Finally, the woman I had been talking with showed me a picture depicting the four stages the Oldtown School went through before its closure.

Lunch was excellent and “hit the spot”! I thanked the woman for the education (get it?) and good food and just as I was ready to pay, I was informed it was a “Cash Only” restaurant. Not to worry – they had an ATM, as well. Then I smiled as I left the restaurant - I realized I had paid my bill and still had money left in my wallet because the mean kid didn’t take my lunch money!  

Not long after I left the restaurant, I happily found the sign leading me to the C&O Canal, which in Oldtown is the C&O Canal National Historical Park. I was happy for two reasons – Lock 70 and Lock 71. By lock, I mean canal lock. There are a total of 75 locks on the C&O Canal, which was built in 1828 and parallels the Potomac River. The canal had several kinds of locks: lift locks, river locks, and guard locks (also called Inlet locks).

Lock 71 (Last Composite Lock on C&O)

Locks 70 and 71 were
considered to be lift locks and they were made of composite material – in fact, Lock 71 was the last of its kind.  This means they were built of rubble and undressed inferior stone because there was a scarcity of good building stone in the upper Potomac.  Since the stone was undressed, that made a rougher surface, so the interior of the lock had to be lined with wood so as not to damage the boats in the lock.  

Lock House #70

I walked over to Lock 70 and found it actually had a lock house I could walk though. I could only access the main floor, though. There were large partitions housing photos of the workmen and canal activities from its active days. It was a small room roughly 12' x 12' in size.  I found the photos very helpful to paint a fairly accurate picture of the history of the lock. 



Lock House #71

A very short walk up the towpath landed me at Lock 71. The lock house was not marked as such, though – the marker was missing.  However, the map of the area indicated this was probably Lock 71.  I was just happy to have seen two historical locks on this engineering masterpiece (C&O Canal).  

On my return to Lock 70, I saw a little boy and his parents fishing from the banks of the canal. I decided to ask them about the annual fishing event occurring in the month of June (The Fishing Rodeo) – an event for children 15 years old and younger. Additionally, this is the oldest and biggest youth fishing rodeo in Maryland. Per Dave Long, author of the article, Fishing Rodeo is the Greatest Show in Oldtown, “this area is known as Battie Mixon Ponds in honor of Maryland Natural Resources Police Officer Battie Mixon, who led the effort to clean out the canal and provide fishing opportunities many years ago.” 

I asked the boy’s father if he had further information on the event. He explained the area between Lock 70 and Lock 71 (Battie Mixon Ponds) will be stocked with fish just prior to the event in June. He told me his son was entering the contest and that every child who enters would receive a free fishing rod and reel along with a landing net, courtesy of the town’s Catfish Club (and many others). The gentleman went on to tell me that for many of the kids this is the first time they may catch anything. I asked him if he knew how many fish they stock the area with.  He was not sure of the amount this year,

Fishing Docks - C&O Canal

but in years past the area was stocked with over 1,000 Channel Catfish and close to 600 Bluegills. I asked him if there were a lot of entries. He told me it is usually close to 1,000 participants. I wished his son luck, thanked the gentleman for the impressive information and kept walking back to Lock 70. 

I remembered seeing the sign for the The Oldtown Low-Water Toll Bridge, which is located on the North Branch of the Potomac River. This is a “Cash Only”, privately owned (one of the few in the United States),

Toll Bridge

300 foot long toll bridge connecting Green Spring, West Virginia and Oldtown, Maryland.  I wanted to go across the bridge for one reason, which I will happily explain to you in a moment. I had forgotten it was “Cash Only”, but luckily I had some money left over from my awesome lunch. The man took my $1.25 and I started my trek over the one lane bridge. Not only was it one lane, but the water was literally two feet from the top of the bridge AND no rails!!

Thankfully, I encountered NO gusts of wind! 300 feet later and I was on the other side and 100 yards later I was in West Virginia. I turned the car around to go back over the bridge relieved I had another $1.25 for my return trip. When I got to the toll booth to pay, the big moment had arrived!  On that particular side of the toll booth, the window was positioned as such the man could not reach my money as I reached out to him. So, he brought out a long-handled silver cup. When I saw it, I exclaimed, “There it is!! The cup!!”

Toll Booth Cup

He handed the whole thing to me and asked, “Ha! Do you want it?” I laughed and said, “No. However, I would like a picture of it.” I apologize for this picture – the sun was in my eyes and I could not see what I was taking a picture of. I really didn’t want to pay another $2.50 roundtrip to get another picture of the cup.

I looked at the time and decided I had enough time to see the Town Creek Aqueduct. This aqueduct is #10 of 11 aqueducts on the C&O Canal. However, how far down the towpath is it? Is it only accessible from the towpath? When I looked at the map over by Lock 70, it looked like it was some distance, but it had an Oldtown address, so how far could it be, right? Apparently, it was about ½ mile before Lock 67. With water in hand, I began my journey walking down the towpath.  

The canal was on my left, and occasionally, I could see the peaceful Potomac River peering at me though the trees on my right.  With the exception of two individuals passing me on bikes, I was the only one on the towpath. It was an amazing experience. The sunshine, countless birds singing, dragonflies, butterflies, and gorgeous flowers adorning the towpath were very memorable.  But probably the most unforgettable thing was my “stalker”. No….it’s not what you are thinking. It was a Bullfrog. I think it stayed with me the entire time I was on the trail – his croaking voice never faltered!  He actually kept me smiling. The Potomac made me smile, too.  I kept seeing bits and pieces of it, and then it made a sharp turn, disappearing with a field taking its place. 

As I said earlier, the aqueduct was just prior to Lock 67 – milepost 162.3. I figured I had already walked about 4 miles when I finally reached Lock 68 – milepost 164.8, which is actually the Potomac Forks Hiker Biker [H/B] Campsite.

Potomac Forks H/B Campsite

This is one of the campsites along the C&O Canal which is remote – no vehicle access. The H/B campsites have a water pump, Jiffy John, grill, and picnic table. Officially, these sites are "First Come, First Serve" and only one group is permitted at each site (up to eight persons). 

When choosing H/B campsites, you should consider the distance to the nearest "access point". Some may want easy access (for equipment "drops"), while others may want a remote location for "peace and quiet". Also some sites are located next to a railroad or interstate, so don't expect a good night sleep at these locations.

Fires are restricted to fire rings and grills in all H/B campsites. Portable off-ground grills are also permitted, but coals must be removed from the park after use. Dead wood may be collected solely for use in campsite fires. Wood cannot be removed from the park.

Looking at the time and with the sky suddenly becoming populated with dark clouds, I decided it would be in my best interest to give up my quest and unhappily turn around – I walked 4 miles out, I still had to walk 4 miles back.

Towpath

To quote Steve Maraboli (Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience), “To embark on the journey towards your goals and dreams requires bravery. To remain on that path requires courage. The bridge that merges the two is commitment.” I felt sad to have to turn back because I honestly felt committed to finding the aqueduct – I was just running out of time.  

As I started back towards Lock 70, I approached three men who were fishing from the banks of the canal. Just as I walked up, one of the men caught a fish! Photo op!   I congratulated him, wished all of them luck, and kept walking. 
 
A few moments later, I had another, more somber photo op. I looked off to the left (remember, the canal is now on my right), and saw a little American flag on a little stick next to a grave marker. I wished I was able to get closer to see the name and date of death, but a little standing water and high grass separated us, and that little voice inside me was saying, “There could be snakes and you are by yourself”. So, I heeded that voice and decided to pay my respects from a safe distance.  

Thank you for your service

 
I reached Lock 70 (and my car) tired. Even though I did not make it to the aqueduct, I really had an awesome day. I looked at the time and realized it was earlier than I thought. So, I set out to look for an Alpaca farm I had heard about, which was located in Oldtown. I was on my way and after 5 minutes, what did I see? The sign for the Town Creek Aqueduct!!! Jackpot! I quickly parked and walked down to the magnificent structure.

Now, about the aqueduct I was to visit. According to the National Park Service, “The C&O Canal system included eleven stone aqueducts designed to carry the canal across the major river tributaries that drain into the Potomac River along the canal's route. Today, the C&O Canal is the most intact canal resource of the 36 major canals constructed in the United States between 1806 and 1850. The C&O Canal's chief engineer, Benjamin Wright, is considered by many as the father of American Civil Engineering. He was the lead engineer on the Erie Canal prior to engineering the C&O Canal.”  

To better explain, in many spots along its route, the canal had to cross other rivers and streams. At these locations, aqueducts carried the canal over the stream. Culverts, barrel-shaped channels, carried small streams under the canal. Turn-around and pull-off basins allowed boats to unload cargo, make repairs, stay the night, or simply turn around.

The Town Creek Aqueduct on the C&O Canal was completed in 1850 and, as mentioned earlier, is #10 of 11 aqueducts along the C&O Canal. What you are looking at is the 60 foot limestone arch of the Town Creek Aqueduct.

Town Creek Aqueduct

The area around the aqueduct was a heavily wooded area where one could just sit on the banks and be one with nature (and with history). As on the towpath, I was the only one visiting the aqueduct, and I could not believe I was actually here staring at this engineering marvel. 

I wish I could have stayed longer, but I needed to leave. I still had enough time to go to the Alpaca farm. I got back on the road, found the entrance several miles from the aqueduct, but the arm of the gate crossing the driveway (and the big STOP - NO TRESSPASSING sign attached to it) led me to believe I really should not be there. I could have called, but reality suddenly hit - it was getting late and I still had a 3 hour drive ahead of me. I decided not to visit the farm and started my journey home.

Oldtown is another small town in Maryland that was a strong contributor to growing and shaping this Nation. I am fairly certain the residents of Oldtown know of their town’s historical significance. I am happy Oldtown opened its door to discovery for me – I could not have appreciated it more.