Brooklandwood over the years

The town of Brooklandville took its name from an old estate, Brooklandwood. Brooklandwood had been built originally by Charles Carroll of Carrollton as a home for one of his daughters. The home was to be a refuge from the Balitmore and Annapolis fevers each summer.

Charles Carroll was one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence (actually the last survivor of those who signed) and one of the Senators from Maryland. The original house was built around 1798 and the original house was just the center portion, the two wings being added later. The daughter had married a young English Protestant named Richard Caton, in debt and with no social standing, a commoner.

Thus began the property's long history with the Church of England.

*Photos from the Maryland Historical Society where so watermarked.

Front of the mansion.

Front view of Brooklandwood

Back view of the mansion.

Other Entrance

As you can see there is a line of carriages waiting to let the guests off after nearly a mile ride up from the front gates. The rear gates were actually just a stones throw (maybe a 9 iron) from the Big House, but decent folk never came in that way.

Rear entrance and Gate houses.

Gate Houses

It passed through several hands over the years and was eventually purchased by Capt. Isaac Emerson.

Emerson began as a druggist, and in searching for a headache remedy developed Bromo Seltzer. Well Bromo Seltzer earned him a chunk-o-change and a bunch of other things worked well for him too. He needed lots of blue glass to sell his Bromo Seltzer in and so started a glass factory that soon was making lots of money, invented fizzies, those fruit flavored tablets kids love to drop into water to watch them bubble and sometimes even to drink, built a hotel in town (Emerson Hotel) that did really well. The hotel needed a supply of fresh milk and so he started a dairy farm, and that is where Brooklandwood came in.

Capt. Emerson turned it into a dairy farm, Emerson's Farm, where in addition to milk they manufactured and sold ice cream (mostly for the hotel though).

The cow pastures I and others stumbled through on our nighttime trek to Windy Valley Farms were those old Emerson Farms fields.

Since cars were pretty much the norm by Emerson's time, the old stables were renovated and turned into sales outlets.

Outside view of stables.

The Stables

and the paddock area.

The Paddock

You entered by the back gates (all decent folk must have been gone by then) and parked in the paddock area to buy ice cream. If you ate it there you could sit out under the trees or wander around most of the grounds. If you planned on taking some home with you they carefully wrapped blocks of ice cream in old newspapers that made an excellent insulating package.

Later, the school bought the property and the old stables went through another transition, they became our Upper School classrooms and library.

Here are some of us posing for a yearbook picture in front of those same stables.