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WHEN I WAS but a wee lad of eight years I spent a lot of summer days at my Aunt Estelle's house at 13 Hill Street in Annapolis. Near the back of Aunt Estelle's house was a small, somewhat steep hill, and along the bottom of that hill ran the tracks of the Baltimore and Annapolis Railroad. Since the railroad was waning due to heavy competition from trucking the B&A ran only two or three trains a week into town - a special train of coal cars for the U. S. Naval Academy's steam plant at the corner of King George Street and MD route 450, or a mixed jumble of coal for the Henry B. Meyers (who had a coal trestle behind the bus station and Rescue Hose fire station on West Street), plus giant rolls of newsprint for the Evening Capital, lumber for Meredith Roane lumber on "outer" West Street and a LCL boxcar of other varied and sundry freight for the warehouse that was also behind the bus station.
Being an inquisitive child I began to ask questions of my mother and my aunts and uncles who had grown up in that very neighborhood; they related grand tales of shiny metal interurban cars that rumbled down the rails at what seemd like high speeds at that time (the 1930s and 1940s) and of old rickety wooden cars with windows that wouldn't open in the middle of August - or close in the throes of a January blizzard. I was fascinated, and an amateur railroad historian was born.
As the years went on I discovered the Maryland State Archives in a small brick building on the grounds of St. John's College in Annapolis. I learned, through files held there, that the trains I watched as a child ran on tracks that were on the very same roadbed as had been originally surveyed and built for the Annapolis and Elk Ridge Rail Road in 1831. Though I hadn't known it when I was but a wee lad of eight, I was watching the final act of a play that had been running on the same stage for over 130 years.
How can I not be interested in railroad history after that!
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