While walking a popular shoreline in Baltimore Maryland located near Frances Scott Key Bridge, I walked upon a sad site. First thought, very interesting find and something for the shelf at home but after digging into the internet, I thought how sad for a company rich in Baltimore history & New York to have their stamped company stone laying on a shoreline surrounded by everyday trash and not the cleanest bay water. I intend on cleaning this brick up and trying to locate an heir to the family to see if there is any interest in the brick.
This find is hours old so the information I have is very limited but take a look. I’m hoping this will reach the eyes on someone that may have more information and a possible connection. If not, the brick will rest on a shelf in my office at home.
Baltimore is the great center of the brick-making industry in Maryland, and in and around the city there are many common-brick plants using the deposits of Arundel and Columbia clays.
As the growth of the city has progressed, the yards in many instances have been moved further out. In the last fifty years there has been comparatively little change in the common-brick industry around Baltimore, but in July, 1899, a company, known as the Baltimore Brick Company, was organized, which bought up most of the yards in Baltimore and its vicinity.
The Baltimore Brick Co. was long a familiar sight with its beehive-shaped kilns along East Monument Street. From the late 1890s until 1968, the ovens registered a torrid 1,980 degrees seven days a week. At one time, the firm had dozens of mules to haul the finished product to construction sites.
Today, the same firm, though owned by the Australian giant Boral Bricks, still fires its wares impressed with the Homewood name in Rocky Ridge, outside Thurmont in Frederick County.
The Homewood name has been going on the brick for the last 75 years. It takes its name from Homewood House, the residence of the son of Charles Carroll of Carrollton. The house is preserved on the Johns Hopkins campus, in the 3400 block of N. Charles St.
That’s it for now. Pretty interesting find for not swinging a metal detector on this beautiful Saturday afternoon.