An article about Frederick County, Maryland, where I grew up, was in the Washington Post today. It is getting a bit congested now, but in my childhood it was a beautiful farming community, set in a lush countryside. John Greenleaf Whittier's poem "Barbara Frietchie" describes it:
Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach trees fruited deep,
Fair as the garden of the Lord
to the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;
Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
(Read entire poem HERE)
My grandparents lived nearby Hagerstown. We'd visit there once or twice a year. I loved the stone fences. The area is one of the most beautiful in the country.
ReplyDeleteYes, it truly is! There is a charm in that part of Maryland that few other places possess.
ReplyDeleteMaryland is the gateway to the south and southern gentility.....long may it reign!
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