Some Baltimore highlights:

With some more errands to complete on the west side of the bay, I headed in that direction after changing into my pretty floral dress, and was wearing my new sandals. After touching up my make-up in the car, I noticed that I was addressed as female over half the time, and the rest of the time gender-specific greetings were omitted. Perfectly fine with me. And other than occasional eye contact from passers-by, there was no noticeable “side-eye” or staring.

After my errands were completed, I found time to do some sightseeing – which is much more fun in a dress! First stop: Mt. Royal Station.

Designed by noted Baltimore architect E. Francis Baldwin, Mt. Royal station was constructed in 1896 by the B&O Railroad as part of its track improvement project for its New York City passenger service. Located at the north end of the B&O’s Howard Street tunnel, the station was built of Maryland granite trimmed with Indiana limestone, with an attractive red tile roof and landmark 150 ft. clock tower. The station’s interior featured marble mosaic flooring, two fireplaces, and rocking chairs.

“It was considered,” said the Baltimore Sun, “the most splendid station in the country built and used by only one railroad. That evaluation was shared by railroad historian Lucius Beebe, who proclaimed Mt. Royal to be “one of the celebrated railroad stations of the world, ranking in renown with Euston Station, London, the Gare du Nord in Paris, and the Pennsylvania Station on Broad St. in Philadelphia.” A commentator for the Baltimore Evening Sun reminisced about the station years after it closed, writing that its waiting room ambiance was “like a mountain lodge after dinner”, with cozy fireplaces ablaze at both ends of the station while passengers relaxed in rocking chairs serenaded by soothing recorded music.

The B&O pioneered the first U.S. mainline railway electrification system at Mt. Royal Station when it opened in 1896, installing an overhead 3rd rail system in the station’s train shed and tunnel approaches. (No longer operable, no longer present.)

The most famous train associated with the Mt. Royal Station was the Royal Blue, which ran between Washington DC and New York City. After the B&O ended all passenger service north of Baltimore on April 26, 1958, Mt. Royal Station became the eastern terminus of B&O’s passenger trains. It was one of thirteen Baltimore buildings selected in 1959 for the Historic American Buildings Survey. On June 30, 1961, the B&O consolidated its Baltimore passenger train service at nearby Camden Station, permanently ending its use of Mt. Royal Station after 65 years of operation.

The vacant railroad station building, train shed, and the surrounding 3¼ acres were subsequently acquired by the Maryland Institute College of Art (MICA) in 1964 for $250,000    The sale amount was far below market value and represented “a substantial donation on the part of the B&O”, said MICA officials.   After $1 million was raised by MICA for the project,  Mt. Royal was converted for use by art students in 1967 at a final cost of $18 per square foot of building space.   This was considerably less than the estimated cost for a new building of $25 per square foot. The former B&O baggage room and platform areas were enclosed for use as studios and the station’s exterior and clock tower were retained. The original 800-foot long iron train-shed remains over CSX Transportation’s still-very-active mainline tracks. This adaptive re-use preserved the Mt. Royal Station as an example of late 19th century industrial architecture, using it for a purpose different from its original one.

Design work for the conversion was performed by Richard Donkervoet, of Cochran, Stephenson and Donkervoet.  Donkervoet retained as much of the building’s exterior appearance as possible, and also preserved much of the interior character, including the vaulted ceilings, columns, and mosaic floor. Architectural Forum recognized the station renovation for “sensitivity by later architects to the initial conception by the original.” On December 8, 1976, the station was added to the register of National Historic Landmarks, granting it full protection as an historic site. The Mt. Royal Station’s train shed, one of the country’s last remaining such structures, was renovated in 1985 due to advanced deterioration of the shed’s materials. In 1992, the AIA’s Baltimore chapter honored the Maryland Institute and architects Cochran, Stevenson & Donkervoet with a 25 Year Award for Excellence in Design of Enduring Significance for their adaptive reuse of the former train depot.

Between 2005–2007, MICA accomplished a two-phased, $6.3 million renovation of the building – first phase: renovation of the interior, was completed in Fall, 2005: The second phase, restoration of the building’s exterior and train shed, was completed in Spring, 2007. . In keeping with the pedestrian landscaping and streetscape that MICA has created along Mt. Royal Avenue, a new plaza with benches, bike racks, shrubs, and ornamental grasses and ground cover was added. The Station Building, as it is now called by MICA, houses the undergraduate departments of fiber and interdisciplinary sculpture, 3-D classrooms, and the Rinehart School of Sculpture, as well as senior studios.

After finishing up there, I headed for the area along the Jones Falls creek, where there were many old mill buildings. Like Mt. Royal Station, these old (1800’s) industrial buildings have been saved, repurposed into storefronts and residences, and are quite attractive.

Below are a few samples of the mills:

First picture is Mill 1, which began life in 1847 as a cotton mill for the Mt. Vernon Company, the world’s largest producer of cotton duck in the late 19th century. Now it is a repurposed and energy efficient commercial and residential building, with historic significance and original appearance, all in its original setting.

The second picture is of Mt. Vernon Mill #4. This is a bit farther north along the creek. I could find very little info about this factory’s early usage.

Lastly is Whitehall Mill…another mixed commercial and residential community. All very well done.

With the pandemic stil rolling along, I didn’t attempt to get an idea of prices or availability…it would have been fun to go for a site visit in a dress. But even at this stage of the pandemic, “out and about” is still better accomplished minus close interface with others…

On the way home by a different route than usual, I availed myself of the unisex restroom in an office building, then dropped off some info to a medical office nearby…completing a fine day of exploration. Hopefully I can go again soon.

Hugs,

Mandy

They just arrived…

Yesterday on the way home, I stopped by the post office.  That new dress I ordered at the end of April arrived – at last.  It’s made under the same company name as my brown floral dress, but it’s a different floral pattern.  Compare the two of them – they look similar, but are definitely different patterns.   And both will look fine with dark or light color sandals.

But I’ll have to go back to a black purse with both of them…the purse sort of clashes with the brown dress, and doesn’t work with this blue, either!

In addition to the above dress, I ordered a white tiered skirt.  While I now really prefer wearing dresses, a skirt can make changing in the car for day trips a whole lot easier…especially for solo day excursions.

I wonder if a trip to the seamstress’s shop will result in an improved fit in either garment?  Might be worth stopping by…she usually finds ways to make them look prettier!

Hugs,

Mandy

Who Built It?

The other day I noticed a new sight along US 50 – the main route to/from western shore of Chesapeake Bay to the Atlantic beaches of the Ocean City/Assateague Islands areas:

It’s the shell of a “stuffed and mounted” small airplane, turned into a permanent display at a gas station. (It’s missing landing gear, the engine, possibly part of the tail, the interior, so it’s permanently grounded without a significant renovation.) You can see it’s been anchored against the ever-present wind, to recessed concrete anchor points.

Since seeing it up close for the first time, one thing I’ve been wondering is “Who built it, and roughly when?” (Any/all manufacturer ID is long gone.) From my limited experience piloting small planes back in the late 1960’s and ’70’s, I initially thought of Navion and Ercoupe. But the general arrangement of the tail doesn’t match my memories of those brands, and the pic doesn’t look like what I can find on line.

So, if any of you out there are pilots familiar with general aviation aircraft, can you shed some light on this?

Thanks,

Mandy

It happened again!

Sometimes good things happen in pairs…

In a recent post, I mentioned that while I was sitting at the pharmacy waiting to pick up a prescription, a woman walked by and sat down in front of me, facing away from me.  And because I recognized the floral pattern from the website where I bought my floral dress, it hit me that she and I were both wearing the same style dress.   That’s fabulous, not to mention unusual – but wait, there’s more!

In my other recent travels, I’ve noticed at least 2 girls have been wearing  sandals with the triangular central strap like mine, and 2 other girls in similar style sandals, but with a thinner central strap.   All were sporting pretty pedicures, and this happened as I was wearing my new sandals!  This is fabulous…unfortunately none of the girls stopped to talk about it!  Maybe next time?

And two days later, at the local hardware store (dressed in shorts, a short sleeve blouse and my new sandals) to pick up some things. A thirtysomething female clerk asked me: “May I help you, Ma’am?” I told her what I was looking for, and she not only took me to them, she carried all my items to checkout for me. And when done, the female cashier said “Have a good day, Ma’am.”

Nice!

Mandy

A quickie…

The other day Wifey and I were going out together to run some errands in a nearby town, and she encouraged me to try my new sandals.  I knew I’d end up with irritation issues the first few times I wear them.  But I put them on anyway,  thus beginning the adjustment period.   And the expected happened.  Fortunately tenderness and irritation both eventually heal, and after a few repeated episodes, the problem will go away.    But I’m in that “waiting period” now…  

Fortunately, my closet has plenty of sandals, so there hasn’t been any need for closed shoes. And that’s a good thing, since they’re put away for the summer!

Today I had occasion to wait for a prescription to be refilled. (I was at the pharmacy in town, wearing my white 3” inseam shorts, a black square-neck blouse and my white sandals, with purse, long hair and painted nails visible.)  And there I was, sitting with my legs together, ankles crossed demurely, with my purse in my lap.   A lady with much the same build as me “except a bit more of a bustline” passed in front of me, and sat down nearby, unfortunately with her back to me.  (Whenever I’m wearing my dress, I’ll have to remember to adjust it as I sit down, like she did!)

But the first thing I noticed as she was passing by, was her dress itself.  It was attractive – she looked very pretty, it fit well, and accentuated her bare legs and skimpy sandals with beautiful pedicure.  Then I did a double take…that floral pattern looked familiar!   So I pulled out my phone, and checked the catalog from which I ordered my floral dress.   Lo & behold, she was wearing the same brand and style of dress that I own – just a different color and floral pattern.   I bet I know where she shops!!!  Now I feel much more confident that I made a good choice, having seen another woman wearing “my” dress. 

Too bad I was only wearing shorts, a blouse and sandals.  Wouldn’t it have been amazing if we’d both been wearing “the same dress at the same time?”  That’s the kind of thing a nice long “girl talk” is made of! Maybe next time…lol!

More later,

Mandy

Finally…

It’s now been well over three weeks that I’ve been wearing sandals every day…and I love it!   No complaints whatsoever from Wifey!  (Though she still mostly wears closed shoes.) 

She “suggested” (you know what a suggestion means…) that “you make room for sandals in your closet.  Store all your closed shoes in the basement, and bring up all your sandals since you’re wearing them now.”  I suggested leaving a pair of ballet flats upstairs in case I should have to dress in something more formal than capris or leggings.  “No worries – your dressy sandals will look fine.  And you have plenty of sandals to wear with your different outfits.”

So that sort of answers the question I’ve been asking myself…”which shoes will I wear with my suit?”  The answer is “not shoes – sandals.”   Looks like I’ll need to get all 20 nails done more often, so they always look pretty. No more stretching it those couple extra weeks!

Latebreaking update: my new sandals have finally arrived! Here are some pictures…

The good news is – they fit. We both think they look nice with my black house dress.  (I’m suspecting this will become one of my solo travel outfits!)  Because they’re a thong sandal with backstrap, they won’t slip off.  But with their hard sole and insole, they’re noisy to walk in.  That’s improving the more often that I wear them.

Since I’m keeping these, I’ll wear them a few hours a day for the first few weeks, so the skin between my toes becomes accustomed to the posts.  After they adjust, I’ll do some “closet surfing” to model them with different outfits for Wifey, so she can decide whether any additional colors would be in order…she might surprise me with that. Time will tell.

Stay tuned…

Mandy

Delaware…

As “Mr. Rogers” might say, a few days ago there was a “beautiful day in the neighborhood.”  I suggested to Wifey that we might as well get out and about on such a pretty day – and visit someplace on the Delmarva that we had not previously been.  Destination selected:  New Castle, Delaware (not far from Wilmington.)  It has lots of old historic buildings (as in 1700’s and 1800’s), and is very quaint.  Sort of like Williamsburg, VA – only closer, without crossing any big bridges.

But what to wear?  She pointed out that temperature that morning was a bit too cool for shorts, and a bit too warm for the leggings I had put on that morning, so the logical compromise was a pair of light gray capris.  And, she pointed out that it would be a good chance to wear my white sandals all day.  (We both wished the new pair I’d ordered recently had arrived, but no such luck yet.)

A couple of photos of note:  I noticed a hearse drive by, and chuckled at the license plate number.  In the attached photo you may be able to read it, but in case you can’t, it’s “DEAD.”   Quite appropriate – particularly for the “passenger” along for the ride in the cargo area. 

We chose not to eat in the few restaurants which were open, and the rest of the closures probably were a result of town not being at all crowded,  With the lack of people, and only some stores open, we had few interactions with anyone, though I did notice other women saying “Hi” to us as we walked by.  Of course, I responded. We had a great time that day.

Before we left, Wifey took a picture of me – standing beside Immanuel Episcopal Church. This church was founded in 1689, and is one of the oldest Episcopal parishes in the United States. Immanuel’s parishoners have been worshipping on the spot where the church stands for over 325 years. USA history and that of the town of New Castle have always been closely linked, and continue to be so today.

We hope to get back again soon, in “normal” times.

In a prior post I mentioned that my seamstress confessed to hemming my new blue tee-dress two inches higher than originally measured, to be certain “your pretty legs stay on display. And in addition, your shorter dress will be cooler over the summer.  Below are the results of that extra alteration – I think she made a good decision.  Do you agree?  (I’ll just have to hone my deportment skills a bit!)

Can’t wait to start wearing this pretty dress!

That’s all for now…

Mandy

Out again…

After my last errand run “across the bridge,” the electronic device which had been repaired developed another issue, requiring that it be returned to the repair shop.  And I had to pick up my shoes at the shoe shop, as well as pick up the 2 dresses which I had left with the seamstress for hemming.  So, here we go again…

In the process, I found a much better cornfield location for my outfit changes – Far less traffic and great sight lines to alert me to visitors.  There I changed into my new floral dress and my dark sandals, jewelry and a bit heavier makeup.  Was able to wear my dress most of the day, till I got to the seamstress’s place.  I had planned to simply stop by and show it to her.  When I did, she loved it on me, and pointed out a couple seams in the back which needed taken in, so it would fit better.   When she pinned it up, I agreed with her analysis.  So I changed back to shorts and a blouse in her dressing room, and left my dress with her, which I’ll pick up on a future trip!  Fortunately I had everyday clothes in the car, or I would have had to bring it back for alteration on the next trip over the bridge, thus missing possible chances to wear it.

Here are two views of me and my dress, taken in Annapolis just before alteration.  I love it!  So cool, floaty and comfortable!  Not to mention feminine.  I hope the one I just ordered (same maker, but in a different color, and at a better price) is just as easy to like!

Two young boys showed up before I was done taking pictures. They paid me no mind…just an old lady taking selfies.

After I left the seamstress’s place, for the rest of the day I was dressed in my everyday shorts, blouse and sandals.  I enjoyed the sandals, and expect to keep up the momentum.  At some point I’ll look back and be able to say I’ve been wearing them for X days, with no issues whatsoever.  

Sandals definitely help add to my feminine allure…and today there were no cases of the dreaded S-word, with a number of uses of feminine forms of address. Including at the assisted living center where I dropped off a number of old train and travel magazines for the elderly residents to enjoy. The agent and a couple of residents addressed me as a female. YESSSSS!

On the way home, I dropped off my two altered dresses at the cleaner, so that when I eventually wear them, they’ll be fresh and clean…

More later…

Mandy

The saga of El Snappo…

Today, this has nothing to do with appearance! (For the record, I was wearing leggings, a turtleneck top and sandals…)

While driving to my appointment, I avoided hitting a big (8 or 9 inches long and about 5” wide) object on the road…and decided to go back to see what it was.  Lo and behold, when I got there, the slow-moving object was alive and still in the middle of the road – remarkably, nobody else had hit it, either!  That huge box turtle must have heard my footsteps approaching, and went into “hiding mode.”   Like the ostrich with its head in the sand, it’s hard to hide when you’re immobile and that big!

Flash back 50 years to the open fields of Oklahoma…where I came across the original lovable (NOT) “El Snappo,” a similarly huge turtle also sunning himself (or herself…lol) in the middle of the road.   Back then, I picked the creature up from the side, and my hand supported it from underneath. Then I held it up to get a closer look at it… 

Obviously, El Snappo didn’t particularly particularly take being disturbed kindly at all. He stuck his head out, hissed loudly, and turned his head to try to grab a chunk of my skin for lunch.  That attempt failed…but simultaneously the critter stared at me as it urinated all over my arm and clothes.   Total rejection – not a particularly nice thing to do to someone who is saving you from being squashed flatter than a mashed cat! (Like the carcass of another turtle seen about carlengths ahead.)

There was an empty cardboard box nearby, on the side of the road.  I repurposed it, and El Snappo fit nicely.  He was relocated back to my parents’ place.  When we got there, I took him out of the box for another look, though instead of putting him in my hand to examine, my hand went from side to side over his back and kept him over the box.  He tried precisely the same trick as last time, urinating all over the inside of the box, though it didn’t affect me or anyone from the family.  Needless to say, such a “cute”, but ill-tempered, pet was not wanted, and he found himself living outside in the nearby woods, never to be seen again.

Back to the present:  I picked up El Snappo Jr. from the asphalt, but standing in front with my hand across his back – away from his flailing legs and hungry mouth…and kept him well away from my body (arm and clothing.)  Guess what he did?  Right you are – he urinated all over the road as I carried him to the high grass on the side of the road.  When are these creatures which people are “saving from being killed” going to develop some better manners? 

Never, I guess.  Irritability just comes naturally.

Watch out for “El Snappo the third” if you should come across him in your travels!

Hugs,

Mandy