By Seely Foley–Like many of you, I’ve found new ways to fill my days in the time of social distancing. I love historical research, so while I’m stuck in my house I thought I’d focus on my own neighborhood. My current quest started with a
PARTING SHOTS The following are quotes from previous Dickeyville residents (initials correspond to previous authors listed in previous memoir extracts): Oh Dickeyville, Dickeyville, there’s never been a place like you before, and again, never will! lgw She’s like an old best friend that you know
By Pen Smith Memories from Pen Smith between 1949-1967 My sister Page and I moved with our parents, Bert and Kathryn Smith, from a first floor apartment at once-grand 1310 Eutaw Place in Bolton Hill that was a short walk to and from my father’s job
by Alison Sandlass Car, Henry L. Sandlass, Karen Reese The following untitled piece speaks of my father’s childhood memory of Wetheredsville/Dickeyville, having grown up in nearby Forest Park. The golf course and Hillsdale Road between Maine Avenue and our turf was all woodland then, with
By Lane Harding Psotto, Lisa Zavadil Hennigan & Philip Sleck Memories from Lane Harding Psotto I am Lane Harding Psotto. 2505 Pickwick Road. I remember how much fun to go trick or treating at Hallowen. My memories of Chris and Nancy Taylor. The Lovelace family.
By Karen Hudson Flowers, Kim Hudson Medlin & Kathy Hudson Callahan Memories from Karen Hudson Flowers The move to Baltimore was easy for us Hudson girls, but it was hard on Mom and Dad for two reasons. First, Dad had badly burned his hand the
By Page Smith Morgan Memories from Page Smith Morgan Thinking of Dickeyville naturally invokes a rush of childhood memories – in fact all the memories I have of childhood were made in Dickeyville. When you live in one place your entire growing up years, memories become
By Alison Sandlass Carr & Elinor Sandlass Cecil Memories from Alison Sandlass Carr Jaques Kelly mentions the Palm Sunday blizzard of 1942, one of my earliest memories of Dickeyville. We lived at 2324 Pickwick at that time, before Elinor was born. A wire fence between us
By Christine Meeks Wedeking Memories from Christine Meeks Wedeking Wayne [Markert] breaking his leg when he fell into quicksand-like material at the building site next to the old Parish Hall – traction set up in Markert’s living room. Sunday school dances and plays in old Parish
By Ralph Lloyd Memories from Ralph Lloyd It wouldn’t seem right not having at least one of the Lloyd boys contribute some stories, and I doubt that any of my brothers will. I’ve been thinking about (and procrastinating) this evolution since Anne suggested we have the