T is for Taylors Island

T is for Taylors Island (click here for map.)  It took a little less than 2 hours to arrive in a small town with the perfect blend of water, woods, and farmland.  Additionally, this unassuming town was actively involved in several events of significant history – a few stemming back as far as the War of 1812.  I was anxious to begin my exploration!   

Slaughter Creek

Taylors Island is an unincorporated community and is located in the western part of Dorchester County.  The town has 173 residents, and encompasses a total land area of 4.14 square miles in addition to .02 square miles of water.  It is separated from the mainland by Slaughter Creek. 

Taylors Island was actually one of the first settlements in Dorchester County.  In 1662, John and Thomas Taylor took ownership of about 400 acres on the island and originally called it “Taylor's Folly.”  At the time of the island’s settlement, Taylors Island was connected at the north to James Island and at the south to Hooper’s Island.  

Gull overlooking Slaughter Creek

However, severe erosion by the Chesapeake Bay from the west has now eliminated most of James Island and all traces of the road to Hooper’s Island.  This constant deterioration by the Chesapeake Bay has reduced the size of Taylors Island by a significant amount since it was first settled.  There is good evidence the Bay has taken roughly 1,500 acres from the west side of the island in the last 100 years.   

My journey began as I approached the Slaughter Creek Bridge.  My lunchtime location was located at the base of the bridge, but lunch would have to wait since it was much too early in the day to indulge in seafood.  You had to know seafood was on the menu since I was visiting a town located on the Chesapeake Bay, right?  Onward to the first stop on my agenda – the Taylors Island Family Campground.

Before I continue, I had to wonder how Slaughter Creek got its name.  According to, “The Disappearing Islands of the Chesapeake” by William B. Cronin: 

 “As the story goes, the creek got its name from a man who joined the hated seventeenth century pirate Rodger Makeele whose exploits are chronicled in Donald G. Shomette’s, “Pirates on the Chesapeake.”  In the 1680s, Makeele sailed out of Watts Island preying on local shipping and the few unfortunate people who lived on the shores of the [Chesapeake] bay.”

In other words, apparently meeting Mr. Makeele = meeting your demise, hence “Slaughter Creek.” 

Slaughter Creek Bridge



As mentioned earlier, Slaughter Creek separates the island from the mainland.  Connection with the mainland was originally by ferry until about 1852 when the Maryland legislature approved the building of a bridge.  In 1856, a wooden bridge was constructed, and in 1999 a new concrete bridge was dedicated.

Not long after I crossed the Slaughter Creek Bridge I arrived at the Taylors Island Family Campground.  It is located on the Chesapeake Bay, so if you are a fisherman, this family friendly campground is definitely worth checking out.  According to the camp’s website, tenting and transit sites are available by the day, week, or by the month.  Camper rentals

and an apartment rental are also available.  In fact, there are a total of 161 camp/RV sites.  Additionally, there is a boat launch and a little marina with a channel leading out to the Bay.  A few people without boats were fishing from the jetties.  If you wanted to go swimming in one of the coves, you could do that, too.  During the summer, there are ice-cream parties, concerts, pool parties, movies, mini golf, and other activities for families. Everyone walking around the property was smiling and waving as I drove by.  Was it too crowded to relax?  Not at all.  

Channel - Taylors Island Family Campground

Overall, it was a very pleasant experience, and is a place I would seriously consider staying if I were camping on the Eastern Shore.  

Getting back on the road, I decided my next stop would be the Bay Shore Road House.  This one room house was built between 1840 and 1850 and is located on the corner of Bay Shore and Hoopers Neck Road.  According to the short description provided, this type of house is a rare survival in Dorchester County and is representative of a once common house design used by a large portion of residents of the Eastern Shore during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. 

Bay Shore Road House

The house did not have a numbered street address – it was simply a little house sitting at the intersection of two roads.  This house was not always situated here, though.  In the mid-twentieth century, it was relocated here from another nearby, unknown location.  Unfortunately, the house was boarded up and posted with “No Trespassing” signs.  Sadly, I really wanted to see what the inside of this house looked like.  However, I had no desire to see what the inside of a jail cell looked like, so I moved on!    

Not far from this house was the Grace Episcopal Church Complex, so I decided to venture over there.  However, it was difficult to find as only the street name was listed.  If you are interested in seeing the complex, you will want to turn right on Hoopers Neck Road off Bay Shore Road (the Bay Shore Road House will be on your left on the corner) and drive about 3 miles – the complex will be on your left.  Not knowing this, I turned left, drove about 5 miles and came to the road’s dead end.  With no signs/markers posted, looking for these places is always like participating in a treasure hunt – LITERALLY!     

When I finally reached the complex I was immediately impressed with the three buildings standing before me.  It was evident the community takes pride in their history – the buildings looked freshly painted, the lawn was manicured, and the trees and shrubbery were well pruned.  There were only a handful of homes located near the complex – the entire area was extremely peaceful.  Unfortunately, there was not anyone present to give me a tour or open the buildings, so I could only look around in admiration. 

As stated above, there were three structures in this complex – a schoolhouse, a Chapel of Ease, and the Grace Episcopal Church.  Both the Chapel of Ease and the schoolhouse have some pretty interesting history.  I will begin with the Chapel of Ease…..

The Chapel of Ease was the first church

Chapel of Ease

built on Taylors Island, and it is believed the building was constructed between 1707 and 1720.  However, where the chapel is standing now is not the structure’s original site – it was actually located several miles from its present location.  By about 1762, it became a Chapel of Ease for members of Old Trinity Church who lived too far from the church to attend services.  In 1873, the Grace Episcopal Church was built and the Chapel of Ease ceased to be used as a place of worship.  Prior to moving the chapel to its present location, it served successively as a school for African-American children, a blacksmith shop, voting place, community hall, and for farm storage.  In 1951, the chapel was purchased by the Grace Foundation for $800.00 and moved to its present site and restored.  A fireplace has been added, which contains more than 5,000 bricks from old homes on Taylors Island and from Baltimore.  The flooring was restored using wood from old buildings on Taylors Island.  The balcony is original and reportedly built of materials salvaged from a ship.     

Old Taylors Island Schoolhouse

Now about The Old Taylors Island Schoolhouse.  Originally named, “The Old James Island Schoolhouse,” it is believed to have been the first schoolhouse in Dorchester County, and the oldest school to still be standing in the county.  This little building (15 foot square) was built in the 1780s prior to the establishment of a public school system and sat about twelve pupils.  Interestingly enough, it had a stove pipe hole in each wall so the pipe could be shifted to suit the prevailing wind! The schoolhouse was situated on the road leading to James Island.  In the mid to late nineteenth century, the road began to erode and the schoolhouse was moved to a farm on Taylors Island.  While on the farm, the little building was used as a smokehouse.  It remained there until 1959 when the heirs of the farm gave it to the Grace Foundation.  The schoolhouse was moved a second time to its current location, and in 1984, the Foundation restored it to its present condition.  
 

Grace Episcopal Church

The other structure located on the complex was the Grace Episcopal Church, which was built in 1873 by the residents of Taylors Island at the cost of $3,500.00.  The church is no longer used on a weekly basis, but it “is” used on occasion during the warmer months of the year.      

Realizing that two of the three  buildings located on the complex were actually “rescues” made me smile.  Thanks to the Grace Foundation each was restored and not destroyed.  The community is certainly doing what it can to preserve the town’s past.       

Shifting gears, I would like to make mention of a little known fact about a celebrity born on Taylors Island.  I am speaking of the beautiful Rebecca T. Ruark.  Who?  Well, she’s not a “who,” she’s a “what.”  The Rebecca T. Ruark is actually the name of a skipjack.  If you didn’t know this already, a skipjack is a traditional fishing boat used on the Chesapeake Bay used for oyster dredging, and in 1985 was designated as the State boat of Maryland.  How does this all relate to Taylors Island?  In 1886, the Rebecca was built on Taylors Island and is the oldest skipjack on the Chesapeake Bay still sailing AND still racing.  Is she fast?  You betcha!  She just won the 2016 Deal Island Labor Day Skipjack Race.  Her home port is not on Taylors Island, though – her home is at nearby Tilghman Island, Maryland.  Rebecca’s story is well documented, and I hope if you have a few moments you will take the time to access the above hyperlink and read the article written by Cyndy Carrington Miller.  Ms. Miller closes her article with the following:

 “The story of Rebecca T. Ruark can't be told without reference to the races. Without a doubt, she's a fast boat. There are two surviving skipjack races, the Deal Island Labor Day race and the Choptank Heritage Skipjack Race in Cambridge. Since 1988, Rebecca and Wade Murphy [her owner] have won the Deal Island race 11 times, more than any other boat or captain in the history of the race, and they won the Cambridge race four times between 2010 and 2014. Author Christopher White, in his book Skipjack, described racing as "blood sport" for Wade Murphy. He never won a race with Sigsbee [Wade’s other skipjack], but says, "Ruark can sail herself."”

It wasn’t quite time for lunch yet, so I set out to find two of the town’s historical markers.  The first marker I searched for signified The Battle of the Ice Mound.  In short, The Battle of the Ice Mound was Maryland’s last engagement in the War of 1812.  A tender (large ship) to the British ship of war, the H.M.S. “Dauntless,” was captured by Captain Joseph Stewart and local militia after it became stuck in ice near James Island.  The carronade (cannon) taken from the tender was named for two of the twenty British crewmen captured – the commander, Lieutenant Matthew Phibbs and African American Cook Becca.  The battle – actually more of a skirmish – took place on 7 February 1815.  This was a month after the Battle of New Orleans and just ten days prior to ratification of the Treaty of Ghent.  Ms. Gloria Rojas of The Dorchester Banner made a very interesting comment about this conflict:  

“The biggest irony of the Battle of the Ice Mound is that the Treaty of Ghent, an end to the war, was signed on Christmas Eve in Ghent, Belgium. The war had been over for a month and a half when this battle took place. But with no internet, no phone system — even the telegraph and Morse code had not been invented — word did not get back to the American continent. So the famous Battle of New Orleans, with horrendous numbers of casualties, and the lesser-known Battle of the Ice Mound, were both fought by two countries at peace.”

On 7 February 2015, Taylors Island experienced the Battle of the Ice Mound once again when the town engaged in a bicentennial re-enactment.

It was at this point I realized that I was getting pretty hungry.  The second marker would have to wait.  So, I drove over to Palm Beach Willies (PBW) for lunch.  PBW is a locally run and operated floating dock bar and grill located in the Slaughter Creek Marina complex.   

As it is situated on the banks of Slaughter Creek (off the Little Choptank River), it is not a problem arriving by either car or boat. 

When I got to PBW, I initially sat at a table located in the area with the bar.  I saw tables located in the adjacent building, which was a screened-in area, so I asked if I could move out there.  Good move!  Nice breeze, water, sunshine, boats….AND I was the only one in the room!  Now, about the food.  I actually perused the online menu before I left home in the morning, so I had already decided on an entrée when the waitress came by with the menu.  Handing it to me, she began listing the specials.  One of the specials was “JJ’s Oysters” (an appetizer.)  Hmmmm….alright….my mind has been changed.  This was the description:  6 oysters (no shells), laying in Worchester sauce in a small cast iron skillet, topped with cheese, bacon, and then broiled to perfection.  I quickly ordered the special (sans bacon) along with a small salad. 

As I sat looking at the gorgeous scenery,

Palm Beach Willies

I suddenly remembered reading about an event Taylors Island holds every August at this marina – The Annual Boat Docking Challenge / Waterman Rodeo, which is a fundraiser for the Taylors Island Volunteer Fire Company. As my lunch wasn’t here yet, I decided to walk into the bar area of the restaurant to ask some of the patrons if they could provide any information on the event. Mike (a local) was happy to oblige. He told me this challenge / rodeo is a timed event where the local watermen drive and maneuver their boats. The boats fit into one of three categories (small, medium, and large.) The boat starts in one dock, bow first, a horn sounds, and he has to pull out in reverse, spin the boat around and back into an adjacent slip, as well as lasso 4 individual pilings as quickly as he can.

Palm Beach Willies

The rodeo is on a regular circuit and a competition may be found somewhere on the Chesapeake Bay every weekend. Mike mentioned there is also a category for those under 16, in which a 12 year old girl competed and an 11 year old boy won. We spoke a bit more about the rodeo, I thanked Mike for the information he provided, and I made my way back to my table. The rodeo is definitely another item I will be adding to my “Must See” list!

JJ's Oysters

Lunch was here…..YES!  And then it was gone…..NO!  Those oysters were so good that minutes later (probably more like seconds later), all I had in front of me was an empty skillet.  I’m not going to lie……that was the most amazing lunch!  I spent a few more minutes on the docks at the marina before I got back on the road.  Off to find that second marker!

British carronade Becky Phipps

The second marker I spoke of was for the cannon Becky Phipps. Remember this cannon was mentioned in the description of the first marker? Around 1950, this 12-pounder carronade was mounted, and in 1999 refurbished by the Maryland State Highway Administration. It was nicknamed the “Becky Phipps,” in recognition of both the cook and commander on the British tender from which the carronade was taken.  However, the cook’s name was actually Becca, not Becky, and the commander was Lieutenant Matthew Phibbs, not Phipps. 

According to the Grace Foundation, the name of the cannon has always had an incorrect spelling of “Phipps.”  For many years, the cannon was frequently fired in celebration of local and national events.  According to newspaper reports, the cannon was fired for the last time in 1912 when President Woodrow Wilson was elected to office.  It was reported that the cannon was overloaded and exploded when fired in celebration of the election.  In 1950, through the efforts of the Daughters of the American Revolution and a few local citizens, the remains of the cannon were collected and located to its present site.   

In checking the time, I realized I needed to start my journey home. This was another great visit to one of Maryland’s small towns. However, this just isn’t a small town - Taylor’s Island is actually one of the Chesapeake Bay’s small islands. Unfortunately, these small islands are slowing disappearing due to rising sea levels. I feel extremely fortunate that I took the opportunity to see something of such historical value that may soon vanish in the not too distant future.

 

S is for Scotland

S is for Scotland (click here for map.) A very scenic 2 hour drive landed me in the town located on the southernmost end of the State. I was anxious to travel to an area of Maryland I had never been before, and to visit a town filled with a plethora of history dating back to the American Civil War.

Scotland is an unincorporated town located on the western shore of the Chesapeake Bay in St. Mary’s county. The town has 368 residents, a land area of 5.95 square miles, and a water area of 8 square miles. 

I was unable to determine when the town was actually founded – only when Point Lookout (now a State park) was discovered. 

Point Lookout State Park -
Chesapeake Bay side

According to the Park’s history, Captain John Smith explored the Point in 1612. In 1632, it was included in King Charles I's grant to George Calvert, Lord Baltimore. Calvert's younger son, Leonard, (Maryland's first governor) claimed the Point for his personal manor in 1634. 

You are probably wondering how Scotland got its name. I could not find anything definitive in print, but I think I got close. According to Scotland’s Mark on America:

In Maryland there seems to have been a colony of Scots [in] 1670 under Colonel Ninian Beall, settled between the Potomac and the Patuxent, and gradually increased by successive additions. Through his influence a church was established at Patuxent in 1704, the members of which included several prominent Fifeshire families. Many other small Scottish colonies were settled on the eastern shore of Maryland and Virginia, particularly in Accomac, Dorchester, Somerset, Wicomico, and Worcester counties. To minister to them the Rev. Francis Makemie and the Rev. William Traill were sent out by the Presbytery of Laggan in Ulster. Upper Marlborough, Maryland, was founded by a company of Scottish immigrants and [was] ministered to by the Rev. Nathaniel Taylor, also from Scotland. Two shiploads of Scottish Jacobites taken at Preston in 1716 were sent over in the ships Friendship and Good Speed to Maryland to be sold as servants. 

Just reading how Scotland may have gotten its name raised my interest in this town to a new level.

Former Post Office

My historic journey began a few miles after I crossed into town. Scotland’s former Post Office (now a residence) was the first thing I saw. Shortly thereafter, I passed Buzzy’s Country Store where I planned on returning for lunch. I decided not to stop as Point Lookout State Park was the first thing on my agenda.

Point Lookout State Park occupies 1,046 acres on a narrow peninsula at the southern tip of St. Mary’s County. The Chesapeake Bay is on one side of this peninsula; the Potomac River is on the other, and these great bodies of water converge at the very tip of the Park. While there are many recreational aspects of this Park, I want to spend more time discussing the historical significance of this area. This Park is probably best known as the location of a Union hospital and infamous Union prison camp, which housed Confederate prisoners during the American Civil War.

Point Lookout One-Time Seaside Resort
(marker photo)

Prior to the war, Point Lookout accommodated a fashionable resort hotel and beach. Additionally, there were over a hundred cottages where the elite spent their leisure time. Once the war broke out, the area’s backdrop drastically changed. The owner sold the property to the government to be used as a military hospital. In 1862, the Hammond General Hospital was built patterned like the spokes of a wheel, and soon received its first Union Army patients. In 1863, authorities ordered a small number of Confederate prisoners to be confined on the hospital grounds. Soon after the hospital was built, it was decided the Point Lookout area was large enough to also accommodate a camp for Confederate prisoners. The camp was located a short distance away.

After the Battle of Gettysburg, construction began on a 30-acre camp capable of holding 10,000 prisoners of war. Officially, the place was known as Camp Hoffman. No barracks were ever built and the prisoners had to sleep in tents – the camp was only 5 feet above sea level! In September 1863, the prisoners totaled 4,000. Three months later, over 9,000 Confederates were imprisoned. As the war progressed, the camp became over-crowded with more than 20,000 prisoners. Filth prevailed, wells became contaminated, and prisoners literally froze to death in tents. The low, marshy land of the area bred disease among the prisoners and they soon started to die from smallpox, dysentery, and scurvy – 3,384 prisoners perished. By the time the American Civil War ended, over 52,000 prisoners had passed through its gates! It was the largest prison camp of the war.

Have you noticed I keep saying prisoners…and not soldiers? The camp’s prisoners not only included soldiers, but civilian men, women, and children. It is also interesting to note the youngest prisoner at Point Lookout was Baby Perkins. He was born there. His mother, Jane Perkins, was captured at the Battle of Spotsylvania with her artillery unit. If you access the attached link (http://www.plpow.com/Poems&Songs.htm), you will find a list of poems and songs written about Point Lookout. The first song listed is about Baby Perkins, “Cry, Little Artillery Man.”

The “Prison Pen” was the area where the prisoners were held. A small section of this area has been reconstructed where the original structure once stood. It was a short walk from the parking lot to get there. I wandered around for a bit and then stopped, took a step back, and looked out over the “Prison Pen” – I found the entire experience to be extremely sobering. I honestly did not expect this situation to be so disturbing for me. It was really difficult to fathom this war could have even happened – “Brother against Brother.” And what was going on at this prison camp? Americans were capturing fellow Americans and exposing them to deplorable conditions on American soil. 

Prison Pen

It is one thing when you read about things like this in a history book, but standing on the actual place where events like this happened is an entirely different story.

Outside Fort Lincoln

Because the Confederate Army tried several times to take the camp and free the prisoners, the Union troops built three fortifications near the “Prison Pen” to stop any future plans of freeing the prisoners.  Fort Lincoln is the only one remaining (I was unable to find the names of the other two.)

In 1978, the organization “Friends of Point Lookout” was formed. This group promotes the preservation of and public education about historical sites at Point Lookout State Park. 

Fort Lincoln (L to R) -
Officer's quarters, Enlisted barracks,
guard house

 Over the years, they performed an excellent restoration of four of the Fort’s buildings - two officer’s quarters, an enlisted barracks, and a guard house.

  

How do I transition from this somber discussion to something a bit more light-hearted? This should do it….as I was walking/running the ¼ mile wooded trail from my car to Fort Lincoln and the “Prison Pen”, little “flesh eating” deer flies were starting to land on me. They never let up! Attempting to walk/run and then stopping to take pictures with a steady hand was next to impossible. I was able to stay at the two sites for about 45 minutes before the flies became unbearable. I couldn’t take it anymore and mega-hurried back to the parking lot. When I finally reached my car (with a few of the flies still with me), I came to a screeching halt and just stared. I HAD LEFT MY SUNROOF OPEN!! Those little buggers were all over the inside of my car just WAITING for me! Needless to say, it took about ½ hour to clear my car of them – not fun! With my car finally “fly-free,” I began my drive over to where Hammond General Hospital once stood.

On the way to the hospital’s location, I came across the Contraband Camp marker that was on my “To See” list. To better explain what this camp was, this is what was on the marker’s inscription:During the Civil War, thousands of enslaved African-Americans escaped from captivity in the South to liberty in the North. The grounds before you once sheltered these freedom-seekers, known at that time as “Contraband”. Conditions in the “Contraband Camp” were appalling. Men, women and children lived half underground in dark, damp, smoky dens. Nurse Sophronia Bucklin’s first-hand accounts of the “Contraband Camp” described men burrowing like “beasts of the field in half-subterranean dens.” Nurse Sophronia Bucklin described the scene: “A hole from three to four feet deep was dug by them in the black soil, and roofed over with boards, on which turf was closely packed. An opening which admitted them on their hands and feet, and one for the escape of smoke…were the only vents for the impure air, and the only openings for light.”



Unfortunately, contrabands were not considered citizens. Despite the monumental step towards freedom it represented for the many who sought contraband status, it wasn’t until late 1865 when the Thirteenth Amendment was adopted allowing contrabands to become eligible for full emancipation. 
 
As mentioned earlier, Hammond General Hospital (a war hospital)

Hammond General Hospital
(lower left) (marker photo)

was constructed on the Point Lookout peninsula. It consisted of 20 buildings arranged like the spokes of a wheel. Fifteen of the buildings were used as wards and the hospital could handle 1,400 patients. The hospital was torn down in 1865 when the American Civil War ended.  However, there is a marker denoting the general location of the hospital.  

When I reached the area where the hospital once was, 

Hospital Marker

I could not even imagine a complex of that magnitude existing there. I noticed the peninsula was showing a lot more land in the archived records than can be seen today. I suspected erosion, but how much? It is written in Maryland records that from 1849 to 1938 

Hospital Marker

the Chesapeake Bay shoreline receded as much as 950 feet! Fortunately, a riprap revetment was installed in 1973 halting the erosion. The Potomac River shoreline has basically retained its same shape with only 50 feet of variation.


A few hundred yards away from where the hospital once stood was the Point Lookout Lighthouse. As I turned to walk over to the lighthouse, something caught my eye. A monarch butterfly! 

Monarch Butterfly

And not just one…..they were everywhere! I used to see them all the time when I was younger, and then the sightings began to decline. Most recently, I heard they were in danger of becoming “quasi-extinct.” This means that the monarch butterfly would see its numbers dwindle so low that it may not be able to rebound. Researchers say there is an 11 to 57 percent chance this could happen to the species over the next 20 years. I had not seen monarch butterflies in years, and was pretty excited they would be hanging out with me for a little while today.

The Point Lookout Lighthouse is situated on the point of land where the Chesapeake Bay and Potomac River merge. I wasn’t able to walk out to the actual spot where this occurs because there was a massive chain link fence surrounding the lighthouse. The original lighthouse was commissioned in 1830, but the present building has been in existence since 1883. The building did not have the typical look of a lighthouse, either – it looked more like a very large, weather-worn farmhouse with a light on the roof. It was equally impressive, however. 

The area the lighthouse is built upon has had strategic importance in the formative years of this nation.  This acreage was originally used during the Revolutionary War to serve as a lookout point for American soldiers.

Point where Chesapeake Bay
and Potomac River merge
(photo taken through chain link fence)

However, it was during the American Civil War the site became notorious for massive suffering and tragedy. After the Battle of Gettysburg, the scenic lighthouse began to overlook misery and suffering right on its very banks as over 9,000 wounded soldiers, from both the North and South, poured into the adjacent Hammond Hospital.

The remains of the prisoners who died at the nearby “Prison Pen” were interred near the lighthouse grounds. Threatened by erosion, some of the graves have been relocated to a spot just north of Point Lookout State Park. Others were washed out to sea further contributing to the notion of lost souls wandering along the shore. Consequently, the trauma and death associated with the prison camp may be responsible for the large number of strange, paranormal events that have been reported by visitors to the lighthouse. It is easy to understand why the Point Lookout Lighthouse has been dubbed “The Most Haunted Lighthouse in America”!

Point Lookout Lighthouse is the only light station on the Chesapeake that has been the subject of paranormal psychologists. These investigators have been able to record twenty-four distinct voices engaged in speaking and singing in various parts of the lighthouse.

Portion of Point Lookout
Lighthouse Marker

One of the recorded voices remarked, “fire - if they get too close to you,” which is thought to be the words of a Union guard in the prison camp. A happier ghost is believed to be that of former keeper Ann Davis (deceased 1847), who said the words “my home.” The figure of Ann Davis has also reportedly been seen standing at the head of the lighthouse’s stairs wearing a blue skirt and a white blouse. It has also been reported that a mysterious woman searching for the graves of her lost children was seen walking along the grounds. It is no small wonder that that spirits have chosen to remain behind forever on the grounds of the lighthouse as there was so much suffering in days gone by. 

Did I see a ghost during my visit? No. However, if I had, I hope it would have been the ghost of Ann Davis as it seems she is the happiest of all the reported ghosts. I’m not going to lie…….I was pretty relieved to be visiting this place during the daytime! 

Smokehouse

Just as I was about to leave the area, I saw (no, not a ghost) a small white building not far from the lighthouse. I walked over to the building hoping to get a peek at the interior, but something inside had fallen in front of the window so my view was blocked. However, my research told me that some of the framing elements inside of the building are blackened. Additionally, the steeply pitched roof, exposed rafters (to hang meat on), and airtight and windowless construction all indicate that this building was once used as a smokehouse.

I was getting pretty hungry, so I decided to head over to Buzzy’s Country Store for lunch. As I was leaving the area, I saw (nope… still no ghost) a fisherman who had been fishing on the Chesapeake Bay side of the Point, walk across the narrow street to the Potomac River side and cast his line. I smiled at the concept.

I had a few minutes to go before I would finally exit the Park. A sign pointed to a fishing pier, so I took a quick detour to investigate. The over 700 foot long pier was very active with fishermen, and many were tending to more than one line. Nobody was tackling “the big one,” and most were just talking to each other and watching their lines. 

Fishing from the pier

I found just being out there extremely relaxing. So, I walked the length of the pier, got back in the car, and started out for Buzzy’s again.



Shortly after getting back on the road, I saw (a ghost? nope) a sign for a boat launch. Putting hunger aside, I decided to take another detour. I found the boat launch to be well-constructed and well-maintained. Situated on the Potomac River side of the Point, the launch is operated by the Maryland Park Service, has 90 parking spaces, and 4 ramps. There is also a very nice fish cleaning station

Fish cleaning station

not far from the ramps. The Park’s camp store (around the corner from the launch), can assist you if you are in need of supplies or even a canoe.

I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes just watching a couple of fishing boats make their way to the launch. I should have stayed to check out their “haul,” but in checking the time I realized I still had a 2 hour drive back home and…I had 

Boat launch

not eaten lunch yet! Onward to Buzzy’s! 

Buzzy’s Country Store is a combination general merchandise store, post office, and informal 3:00 p.m. meeting place for Scotland’s rural residents – the store has been in place for over 100 years. When I walked into the store, I was immediately greeted by the smiling owner who was standing behind the counter.

I quickly scanned the store
and found the only things available for eating were various types of chips and some small bags of Cracker Jack. There were plenty of beverages, though - everything from water and soft drinks in the cooler to a wall of alcohol behind the counter. I settled on Cracker Jack and some water. 

As I was eating, I took time to look around this historic gem and found it to be quite charming. There was a “days gone by” feel to it – old wooden floors, a few older gentlemen reminiscing about this and that, an antique 50’s soda cooler by the counter, and other nostalgic items sprinkled here and there. I engaged in conversation with a couple of the other customers for a while and then decided I really needed to get back on the road for home. Since it was nearing 3:00 p.m., I debated on staying to wait for the local residents to congregate for their informal meeting – it probably would have been a lot of fun. 

However, I thought it would just be better that I start my drive home. As I was leaving, the owner gave me his business card. As a descriptor of the store, one of the lines read, “The way things used to be.” I could not have agreed more!

Scotland is not only a beautiful little town; it is host to a State Park that combines a very rich history with many recreational options. I never experienced a ghost sighting, but what I “did” experience will stay with me forever – it is a visit to a town I will never forget.