On Saturday daughter Patti brought her daughter Melissa, Melissa’s daughters Aly and Lilly, and son Patrick’s fiancee Juliet for an afternoon and evening in Baltimore.
From left to right—Melissa, me, Aly, Patti, Lilly, and Juliet.
We started our get-together with lunch at Charlestown, followed by a stop at the model train layout here.
It’s quite an elaborate layout, but due for a major renovation in a few months.
From there we stopped at Charlestown’s employee flea market where Melissa and Juliet found some excellent acquisitions: Melissa got a nice upholstered foot rest for $10.00 and Juliet got a good-looking garment bag for free! After those successes, we then headed into Baltimore to the B & O Railroad Museum.
On the way, we stopped at the house my sons had built for me in 1980.
I was an urban homesteader who bought an abandoned house for a dollar and rebuilt it.
The back of the house.
It was one room wide with four floors. The back room on the top floor was my bathroom. The wall on the left side was glass block. With light pouring in from two sides, this was my greenhouse, filled with plants and a cushioned rattan chair. The house is looking a bit run down now.
The railroad museum was a big hit with the girls.
The 40-acre site, the birthplace of American railroading, comprises architecturally and historically significant buildings, actual engines and cars from all eras, and splendid exhibits. Aly and Lilly especially enjoyed running through the cars and pushing levers in engines.
In-laws to be, Juliet and me in front of the outdoor small-scale model layout. Yea, another woman in my family!
Like mother, like daughter;
From the museum we headed for the Inner Harbor, passing on the way the house where Ernie and I had lived in Federal Hill. Melissa remembered visits there and we reminisced about them.
Some boats docked at one of the marinas around the harbor.
An addition since I was last there, a playing fountain at the Inner Harbor, dedicated to Walter Sondheim, the visionary civic leader who spearheaded the development of the then desolate, slummy and pretty much unused Baltimore harbor into a major tourist destination. It led the rebuilding of Baltimore’s downtown thirty years ago.
Then the Inner Harbor was an upscale venue with classy shops, restaurants, ethnic and specialty food purveyors, and light-filled, spacious pavilions. It’s still a beautiful location, but it caters to tourists and has become more like malls everywhere.
Lots of junky stuff and fast foods on offer now.
Daughter-in-law-to-be Juliet and mother-in-law-to-be Patti.
These are additions to the Inner Harbor since I was last there about 2o years ago:
From the Inner Harbor we went east to an old Baltimore establishment, Obrycki’s Crab House.
Where, of course, we ate steamed hard crabs. This was Juliet’s mission–to eat the Baltimore steamed crabs her beloved Patrick raved about.
The tables are covered with sheets of brown paper and the steaming hot crabs are slid from a tray onto the table. Everyone has a mallet and a knife and a pile of paper napkins.
Then you go to work with your hands. Aly and Lilly had a great good time smashing the claws with their mallets.
When we’d demolished 18 crabs, Aly challenged me to a stare down.
She won, two out of three.
Back home through the city:
For good-byes at Charlestown.
G-g JoWynn hugging Lilly
Oh, what a good day!
Thanks to Juliet and Patti for allowing me to use some of their photos.