As many as four or five two- and three-mast sailing vessels at a time were often tied up at the Denton wharves. I often had the job of leading the mule forward to lift the bag out of the vessel’s hold, and backing him up again to drop the bag onto the wharf and to lower the tongs back into the hold for another bag. You get the picture – the mule and the boy – back and forth all day until the last bag was out of the hold.
In West Denton … there were two blacksmith Shops serving the farmers and residents of the area. One was operated by a Negro named Walter Moore … I doubt if any kingdom ever fell because Walter’s nails came loose.
The Old Harford Town Maritime Center (OHTMC) in West Denton is no more. But OHTMC’s legacy continues.
Choptank River Heritage sites were first catalogued by OHTMC and published in two volumes:
These studies were funded by the Maryland Historical Trust. They identify many types of historic sites and structures, including:
- canneries, and
- sunken vessels
Since the inventories were published, Choptank River Heritage (CRH) continues the work of OHTMC by publishing historic maps, site descriptions, and stories of people and places of the Choptank River watershed.
You fly down Route 404 across the Delmarva Peninsula,
like Lawrence and his Arab fighters across the Sinai,
380 horsepower and Camels on the dash.
Through a sea of sand toward Suez.
Through a sea of corn toward Rehoboth.
Traffic comes to a dead stop.
It’s a line of ships blocking your route.
It’s 1873, here.
If change was inevitable,
so was the map that shows it.
See changes in Caroline County, 1875 – 1897 – 1905.
The U.S. Geological Survey (USGS) started printing beautiful paper maps of the American West in the 1860s. Then worked its way east until it finally got to:
At Hubbard’s Crossroads, take the right fork.
Take to the highway, won’t you lend me your name?
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same.
Mamma don’t understand it. She wants to know where I’ve been.
I have to be some kind of natural born fool to want to pass that way again.
But you know I can feel it, yeah-yeah, on a country road.
Walk on down, walk on down,
walk on down a country road.
In 1875, all roads in Caroline County were dirt. Most were crooked.