A Tour of Bladensburg, MD by New Contributor Charles

Port Towns

Bladensburg feels as though it’s full of pawnshops, laundromats, and ghosts. A pre-industrial victim of environmental change, what was once one of the busiest ports on the East Coast has been scraped away, replaced by warehouses and light industry – metal fencing, transmission shops, the kind of businesses where guys show up at 7AM and have a smoke in the parking lot, before they go in to stock plumbing supplies or pull a tranny (a phrase that has a very different meaning for me than it had when I lived on 11th and Mass).

But the ghosts are there. Patsy Cline on a mural. The sailors and marines that fell under the command of Commodore Barney (think Barney Circle), who’d burned his fleet and – with a largely African American force – tried to keep the British out of Washington, after the first line of militia had fled in the face of hardened veterans of the Napoleonic wars. The ones who couldn’t walk away from the famed dueling grounds, like Stephen Decatur and Francis Scott Key’s son, Daniel, and the almost 50 others who fell there. And the World War One veterans honored by a cross whose grace is only amplified by the grey traffic circle and grim buildings it’s set against. Courage, indeed.

Surf Club

The Fort Lincoln Cemetery claims to have the most impressive publicly-owned mausoleum in the world, and it is indeed impressive, looming just above the remnants of the Civil War fort and hillside where Barney’s men fought the Brits. And, at the edge of the cemetery: the dueling grounds. Walking through the grounds at dawn, in the mist and the dew and the flowers, you can almost get a feel for the top hats and greatcoats and seconds and pistols, brilliant mornings ending badly. The traffic of Bladensburg Road disappears and you begin to wonder what it was like, rubbing that flintlock, nervously checking your shot and powder, glancing across the lawn to try and divine who’d still be alive come noon. It’s sandwiched in between a subdivision and the graveyard, and looks and feels exactly like a dueling ground should. Continues after the jump.

Dueling Grounds

What once was downtown Bladensburg is almost all gone, now. I am told on good authority that the Crossroads Tavern is a wonderful dance hall, largely African and Caribbean. But it’s new and wedged between a pawnshop and an industrial pipe place. Across the street the Indian Queen Tavern, where George Washington did not sleep but where the first balloon in America launched, remains. William Wirt lived there, the Anti-Masonic Party’s nominee for president in 1832. And around the corner, where Washington’s gentry once traveled to take the waters at an exclusive spa, there now stands a cinderblock building housing a Mercedes shop.

Floods, silt, the transformation of tobacco farms into blue collar housing….Bladensburg peaked in the 1840s. But still – two excellent murals (Port Towns is an effort to rebrand Bladensburg and the surrounding communities that seems not to have brought the economic growth the area needs). A wonderful Catholic girl’s school named after America’s first saint (Elizabeth Seton, for you non-mackerel-snappers out there) that also has an excellent rowing team, which is why I get there at sunrise every now and again to be amazed by the hawks and the herons and the red-wing blackbirds who somehow turn the Eastern Branch, with its trash and its funk, into a beautiful little space.

Seton rowing

And ghosts. Gotta like them.

[Portraits on the Surf Club Mural: Joe Stanley, Patsy Cline, Roy Buchanan, Ruth Brown, Link Wray, Wanda Jackson, Bobby Parker.]

11 Comment

  • wow – this was awesome. thanks.

  • “…brilliant mornings ending badly.”

    I’ve had a few of those.

  • Not sure if La Placita is officially in Bladensburg, Hyattsville or Riverdale, but they’ve got the best tacos within 50 miles of here.

  • You pretty much summed up why I like driving around that area, be it Bladensburg, Riverdale, Hyattsville or Edmonston. Off Anapolis Road and Kenilworth Avenue is a neighborhood with many older houses now owned by Mexican and other Latin American immigrants, but especially Mexican (usually quite outnumbered in this area by Salvadorans).

  • Well, you totally missed “Bostwick,” the old Lowndes family plantation built in 1746, and also the Market Master’s House, built ca. 1765, the Hilleary-Magruder House, built ca. 1750 (which is a classic Southern Tidewater gambrel-roofed house, native to the region). What about the Peace Cross, honoring the dead of The First Great War of German Aggression?!
    And trust me, you wouldn’t want to go to Crossroads on a hot summer evening…

  • Bladensburg was the spot for rowdy nightlife before the 1960s, including illegal gambling joints.

  • Johnny Reb

    Only so much room for Bladensburg in a Petworth blog, so choices have to be made. And if you click on the pictures here and go to the photostream, there are a couple more shots, including the Peace Cross, which I like quite a bit, and the Tavern (which I selected among the too-few remaining old houses because I have a fondness for the Anti-Masonic Party).

  • Another little known thing about bladensburg, a famous dueling ground…see link…field is right close to the IHOP.


    Amazing they used to setttle disputes in this way.

    If Mt Ranier gets a MARC station, man that area, Cottage City/Mt Ranier, is gonna see a jump in property values. Hard to believe you can get a small house there for under $200K.

  • Cottage City Too

    Check out the photo after the jump that Charles took of the dueling grounds to which you referred.

    Kind of spooky with the wisps of fog.

  • This posts makes Bladensburg sound nice…try living there.

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