As so often happens, when you go looking for one thing, you find another. Sometimes, it’s something you lost or forgot. At other times, you discover something new. Today was one of those days where it was a little of each.
Originally, I set out to find a particular stone in a graveyard, because a friend wanted me to photograph it. Off I went to find Uniontown, MD, a place so small it does not even show up on my GPS.
I easily found the graveyard, and the headstone I was after. I think mine was the only vehicle that had been through the graveyard since our snow of last week, because there were no tracks or footsteps to be seen. I parked and walked, while a snow flurry started to finally organize itself and send down a few flakes. Graveyards in small towns are often on hilltops, affording great views. This one overlooked rolling farmland on the one side, and the little historic district of Uniontown on the other.
Upon leaving the cemetery, I drove through Uniontown. I thought I had found nearly every walkable historic district there was within a couple hours’ drive from New Market, but this is one I missed. As is usual after a snowstorm in an unincorporated town, the sidewalks were mostly snow covered, and the roads were not in much better shape. I resolved to return to Uniontown after snow and ice are gone.
I set the GPS for home, and along the way, I saw a brown Maryland History sign for the Strawbridge House. I remember having seen this sign on my many trips through New Windsor en route to other locations, so this time, I took the road indicated by the sign. I traveled along rural roads that had not been well-plowed or salted, amazed that school buses had been traveling upon them for the past few days. Eventually I located the Strawbridge Shrine, which memorializes the work of Robert and Elizabeth Strawbridge, Irish immigrants who first brought Methodism to America.
The small farm has the Strawbridge farmhouse and replicas of the John Evans house (Evans was the first American convert) and the log meeting house. There are also statues of Robert and Elizabeth.
As I walked around the property, mine were the only footprints in the snow. The flurries had given up their efforts by this time, and the only things flying around were sparrows in the trees.
So, today I found something I was looking for (the gravestone), something new (Uniontown), and something I had forgotten about (Strawbridge House). It was a pleasant way to spend a cold, gray, afternoon. It’s hot chocolate time!
“Life Through My Lens” is a travel/photography blog written by Cam Miller, copyright 2014
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