Last time I was in the Baltimore Washington Monument was 1964-65. It was about 25 cents to climb. I remember running up the steps, and also you could go out on the balcony for a great view of water. So while visiting the Maryland Historical Society we wanted to see the reopened monument. It then dawned on me if I did the climb it was fifty years ago, so we did it and my knees […]
My name is Sabrina G. but that wont be for long……. This is all in part thanks to the magical memories at the Washington Monument and Mt. Vernon Park. In 2010 we moved to a tiny apartment we called our family maker home at the corner of the west park. We spent many afternoons having picnics and enjoying the festivals. When our daughter was born we would often come to the park to picnic and […]
It was a pleasant fall evening, and I had left work a little early to enjoy the last First Thursday concert of the year at Mt. Vernon Place. I was standing next to the fountain enjoying my beer and the music while waiting for my friend who was very late. I saw a boy sitting on the fountain edge. His pant leg was rolled up having just arrived on a bike, and he was eating […]
I remember climbing the monument a long time ago, but I can’t tell you what year. Probably earlier than 1978 or so. It was a simpler time then. The price to climb was a nickel, collected by a man sitting at the foot of the stairs. Each step was worn in the middle and it was a tight, dizzying climb with a wonderful reward at the top — unobstructed views in all directions. I was […]
When I arrived in Baltimore in 1976 from Massachusetts to attend the Maryland Institute College of Art, I quickly climbed the Washington Monument for a photo (looking south on Charles Street). I lived at 605 Washington place on the left in front of the Peabody Institute.
The only time I ever played hookie from school was in 1967 when I was in middle school. My best friend and her mother were going to the Flower Mart and invited me along.. I asked my mother if I could take off school that day and go with them but she said no. I think that was one of the few times I ever defied my Mom, I thought she was very unreasonable as […]
My name is David Morreale. In 2003 I worked for a time serving drinks to customers at The Brewer’s Art, a restaurant in Mount Vernon, Baltimore. I met Alison Gibbons when she came in for a drink after church one Sunday afternoon in late summer of that year. We went on our first date on Dec. 4, 2003 and got married on Feb. 22, 2004. We were both living in Mount Vernon, and I knew […]
My boyfriend James and I moved to Baltimore in 2008, just a few blocks from the monument. We attended every Thursday concert in the park-sipping beer in the grass with friends and letting the dog run around. We never missed a single big floppy hat or lemon stick at the flowermarts. We dug through tons and tons of books with my grandmother during the annual book fairs. And we always enjoyed showing off our neighborhood […]
This was shot by a friend for use in our save the dates. We got married in October of that year at the Admiral Fell Inn. ~Laura Plitt & Andrew Fickinger, Brewer’s Hill (formerly Mt. Vernon)
Took a climb to the top of the monument. We could see our apartment and all the places in the neighborhood we love from a birds eye view. Beautiful.
I remember my first ever trip to the Washington Monument in Baltimore which took place in 1996 when me and my elementary school history class took a trip to the Washington Monument, I can’t recall if we climbed to the top or not, but I do remember visiting it from my point of view. I was only 4 at the time and we were learning the history of America’s first president and how much dedication […]
If memories of the Washington Monument had been collected well over a century and a half ago and Mary Smith had recorded hers, Baltimoreans would be treated to the impressions of one of its youngest citizens (“Residents asked to share stories of Washington Monument” Feb. 16[, 2016, Baltimore Sun]). Approximately a decade after the monument’s completion in 1829, the publisher William Raine, a recent arrival from Germany, showed civic pride when he featured the monument […]
My father, Luigi Cedrone, was a stone mason who immigrated to the United States in the early twentieth century from the province of Lazio, Italy. He worked for Baltimore’s highway department and was foreman on the crew that laid the Belgian block that still circles the monument. He did most of the actual work. Lucille Cedrone, Towson, Maryland
1965 and 1966 used to go up to the top of the Monument often. No matter how hot it was, there was a great breeze at the top. It was also a great cheap date. I don’t recall a caretaker. Of course, it’s been 50 years. WOW
Our Western High Madrigal Singers, under the direction of Zenobia Martin Kendig, sang at two or three Flower Marts at the Monument, 1962,3,4.
During High School and College (1963 – 1971) I would go to Pratt Central Library to do research for various assignments. I looked forward to spending a Saturday on an assignment because I could then spend time at the monument. I would walk to the Buttery for a sandwich and then climb the monument. The effort of the climb made this a destination to be savored. Sitting in one of the openings while eating my […]
As a student at Western High when it was at Howard & Centre Sts, my high school years were spent near Mount Vernon Place. I remember climbing to the top of the Washington Monument when it was simply a thing to do with a friend, and performing on the monument steps with the WHS Madrigal Singers at Flower Mart in the early 60s. Jain Ferdinand (Jani Schwartz WHS ’63)
My great grandparents have been gone for many years. I am lucky enough to be the oldest great grandchild so I remember them vividly. One of my favorite memories was going to see the lighting of the monument at Christmas time. The monument was Baltimore’s Rockefeller Center. I was just a kid and to kid the monument is amazing. I can remember feeling like monument just had to be the biggest structure in the world […]
My son and I anticipated the re-opening of the Monument to the public, and when the day finally arrived that we could climb to the top we couldn’t wait to take pictures of the many views of Baltimore. We have thoroughly enjoyed the many videos, pictures and stories of the ongoing preservation and everything that was discovered during the process. Thank you for the opportunity and the adventures!
January 10, 2016 A reluctant trip to the top (“how many steps??”) brought my waterman friend and I to this scene of an impending storm barreling toward us from the north. He was in heaven as watermen tend to be when they can transcend city life to identify with the water and the weather. And yes, we did get soaked as we left the monument! – Roberta Laynor Timonium
It was the Flower Mart in spring of 1970. The end of my 9th grade year I hooked school with my older sister and 2 friends to go to the Flower Mart at Mount Vernon Place. We walked, admiring all the beautiful floral displays. We dodged tv camera crews so our parents wouldn’t see us on the evening news! We sat in the empty fountain basins to listen to the hippies play their instruments and […]
My Mom and Dad were separated when I was 4 years old in 1975 and my Dad got an apartment in Mt. Vernon on Biddle Street . His apartment had wooden floors, a huge claw foot tub and the back door opened into a private stone courtyard. Both of my parents were super broke and my Dad, Don Shacochis, had weekend custody of me. Looking for cheap and free things to do around Baltimore included […]
In the early Autumn of 1967 my family traveled from upstate New York to Baltimore for my maternal grandmother’s funeral. I was a six year old first grader and the only member of my immediate family not born in Baltimore. My paternal grandmother, a lifelong Baltimorean, always made certain there was a day trip to see something of interest when we visited. On this particular occasion, I was loaded into the car for a trip […]
My first visit to the Monument was in the early 1950s on a school outing. I participated with my classmates in an impromptu race to see who could reach the top first. I remember coming in a close second and not even being out of breath. After sixty years, I expect my dash to the top might take a little longer. and result in some heavy breathing! Henry H. Hopkins, Baltimore