Category Archives: Historic Places

Deep Branch Chapel, near the place I was born

Near the place I was born,
Tuckahoe,
I dedicated Deep Branch Chapel.
Then I hastened and got off.

It’s 1874.  Here.


Bishop Wayman at Tuscola ILThe Legacy of A.M.E Bishop A.W. Wayman
of Tuckahoe Neck, Caroline County, Maryland

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Long road back to Tuckahoe

Bishop Wayman,
Do you come from Tuckahoe?
Are you a son of Francis Wayman of Caroline County?

I am.  And now tell me,
Did Charlie and Button pull your wagon all the way
from Tuckahoe to Ohio?

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His color was black

They wrote:
His color was black.

His features were strong.
His voice was commanding, deep.
His white friends in Denton
always came out
to hear him preach.
Like-wise Generals, Governors, and Presidents.
Born on the Tuckahoe, 1821
(before Fred Bailey
across the river
escaped),
Bishop Wayman died last week.

It’s 1895.  Here.


Bishop Wayman at Tuscola ILThe Legacy of A.M.E Bishop A.W. Wayman
of Tuckahoe Neck, Caroline County, Maryland

Learn more:

Who made you free? — 1821

Do you still see white horses over in those dark woods? — 1830

After these Times of Trouble, the Church went down — 1830-1868

I walked 16 miles home to Tuckahoe — 1848

News went back to Caroline that I was shot and killed — 1866

Long road back to Tuckahoe  —  1870s

Deep Branch Chapel, near the place I was born — 1874

 

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Here is your new water trail map. Don’t get it wet.

The Choptank and Tuckahoe Water Trail is only a memory now.

But the Choptank is still there.   So is the Tuckahoe.   So is the water.  So, hit the trail!  Splash!


The Old Harford Town Maritime Center (OHTMC) in West Denton sank into the river a decade ago.  OHTMC’s  big, beautiful, glossy river trail map and guide soon went out of print.

Anyway, it was hard to fold.

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Big Yard Sale at Adams Landing. Am moving to Boston.

 Public Sale of Valuable
Personalty

Having decided to leave the State and having no further use for my property, I will sell at public sale, at my home at the Adams Landing Poultry Farm, 1 mile from Denton on the Greensboro road, commencing at 10 o’clock, rain or shine.  I am selling all my property, as I am going to move to Boston, Mass., and I will have no use for same.      Continue reading Big Yard Sale at Adams Landing. Am moving to Boston.

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She did alight at Adams Landing

On MD 404 heading east to Rehoboth, near Denton you slow down for the speed trap then speed up again at the Choptank River bridge.

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You look downriver toward Denton and see five pleasure boats on the water, each well cargoed with human freight.   One is laden heavily with refreshments.  All of them launched at the Denton town bridge, their prows pointed toward Adams Landing, one mile up the river.  You can see the landing on your left.     Continue reading She did alight at Adams Landing

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Aunt Bettie’s Lot and Cabin

The Search for Frederick Douglass’s Birthplace
Markers in the Landcape

Douglass wrote:

“[My life] began in the family of my grandmother and grandfather, Betsey and Isaac Baily. They were quite advanced in life, and had long lived on the spot where they then resided. They were considered old settlers in the neighborhood…  The dwelling of my grandmother and grandfather had few pretensions. It was a log hut, or cabin, built of clay, wood, and straw. …  My grandmother–whether because too old for field service, or because she had so faithfully discharged the duties of her station in early life, I know not–enjoyed the high privilege of living in a cabin, separate from the quarter…”   (My Bondage and My Freedom, ch.1)
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Wye House

The Search for Frederick Douglass’s Birthplace
Markers in the Landcape

 
Douglass wrote:

“My master was the [overseer] on the home plantation of Col. Edward Lloyd; had overseers on his own farms; and gave directions to overseers on the farms belonging to Col. Lloyd.  This plantation is situated on Wye river — the river receiving its name, doubtless, from Wales, where the Lloyds originated.  They (the Lloyds) are an old and honored family in Maryland, exceedingly wealthy.  The home plantation, where they have resided, perhaps for a century or more, is one of the largest, most fertile, and best appointed, in the state.”  (My Bondage and My Freedom, ch 2)
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Lloyd’s Long Woods

The Search for Frederick Douglass’s Birthplace
Markers in the Landcape

Douglass described the day his grandmother led him to Wye plantation, where he would begin life as a working slave:

“The distance from Tuckahoe to Wye river–where my old master lived–was full twelve miles, … my dear old grandmother– blessings on her memory!–afforded occasional relief by “toting” me (as Marylanders have it) on her shoulder.  … we happened to pass through portions of the somber woods which lay between Tuckahoe and Wye river.  She often found me increasing the energy of my grip, and holding her clothing, lest something should come out of the woods and eat me up.  Several old logs and stumps imposed upon me, and got themselves taken for wild beasts.  I could see their legs, eyes, and ears, or I could see something like eyes, legs, and ears, till I got close enough to them to see that the eyes were knots, washed white with rain, and the legs were broken limbs, and the ears, only ears owing to the point from which they were seen.”   (My Bondage and My Freedom, ch. 2)

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Between Easton and Hillsboro, there is no Tuckahoe.

The Search for Frederick Douglass’s Birthplace
Markers in the Landcape

 

Frederick Douglass told a Baltimore audience  in 1877:

“I am an Eastern Shoreman, with all that name implies. Eastern Shore corn and Eastern Shore pork gave me my muscle. I love Maryland and the Eastern Shore!”

Douglass also wrote:

I was born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland.  (Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave, ch. 1)

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