The Rookie Dig by Andy Goldfrank

The Rookie Dig By Andy Goldfrank {This article appeared in the January issue of the Potomac Pontil—the newsletter of the Potomac Bottle Collectors} About five years ago, my wife and I were waiting for a adventure. Before the end of the evening, however, we friend, Meredith Miller, to meet up with us at our loft ended up having to cancel the dig for reasons that now before we were headed off to a party. Meredith had never escape me and Meredith’s chance to go on her first been to our place before and when she first walked in, she expedition was wiped out. Meredith continued to express was immediately drawn to the thousands of bottles and an interest in my bottles, attended the annual Potomac artifacts displayed in every window opening. Even though Bottle Show, and even quizzed one of my digging buddies we were late for the party, we whom she had met talked about my collection for one evening. almost an hour before their Ultimately, my connection to the historical guilt about past, how to find them, the snatching away this methods for dating them, the digging opportunity collecting community, and a from such a willing million other bottle topics. rookie compelled me to plan another As you might expect, I do not dig that definitely mind talking about bottles. would include And most people do not mind Meredith. listening but their interest usually stops there. They may A few months after go so far as expressing interest that first invitation, in tagging along with me on a and after dig someday, and my response collaborating with is always the same: anyone is Peter to identify a welcome to join me on a dig decent digging but getting permission for a location, Meredith site is often last minute so one would have to commit the and I set out early one day for Catonsville, Maryland. night before to getting up at the crack of dawn the next day, Catonsville is a town on the outskirts of Baltimore, which staying out until daylight fades, undertaking intense had always caught my eye as a potential digging spot. A physical labor, returning home with sore muscles and few years ago, Phil Edmonds and I spent a morning covered in mud, and accepting the possibility (especially if scouting out the town for likely places to ask permission. in Baltimore) of returning home empty handed. Not many As we drove around, Phil shared some of his knowledge make it past this litany without losing interest, and those about the town, from the use of the Spring Grove Hospital who have are filed away in my mental Rolodex to invite as a ward for injured troops during the Civil War to the age next time a dig pops up and we need an extra body. of the old main thoroughfare to tales of prior digs. Over the Frankly, such an opportunity does not come around often next couple of years, I read up on the history of Catonsville and when it does, the timing is usually 8 p.m. on the in the event that we ever decided to test our luck for finding evening before we are scheduled to start at 6:00 the next bottles there. morning. But I ask, and not until last fall did a single soul ever accept my last-minute invitation. Meredith was the In 1805, a westbound county road, which had been opened first to follow through. in the 1780s by the Ellicotts of Ellicott City between their Patapsco River flour mill and the town of Baltimore, One Friday night when we were all out for a couple of became designated by the state legislature as the Frederick drinks after work, I received a call on my cell phone from Turnpike. (Today, that route in known as Frederick Road Peter Rydquist informing me that our crew was short a or Maryland Route 144.) In about 1810, Richard Caton, a body for the next day’s dig. Sitting at the bar, I told joint owner of the nearby Baltimore Iron Works Company, Meredith about the opportunity and asked if she might be began developing property along the roadway under the interested. She committed without hesitation to an all-day authority of his father-in-law Charles Carroll, a signer of the Declaration of Independence. The area he developed Short Line Railroad, with a steam engine pulling passenger became known as Catonville and by the 1830s, the spelling and freight cars through residential land to a terminus on was changed to the now-familiar Catonsville. By the Frederick Road, made Catonsville more accessible to and 1840s, due to Catonsville's location along the turnpike, the from Baltimore, further contributing to the village's growth. geography of the land, and the difficulty involved in In the 1890's an electric trolley line replaced the horse-car making the journey lines and connected the town with downtown Baltimore, by horses and making Catonsville a prime location for early suburban wagons, the town development. Eventually, with the advent of major became a popular highway building following World War II, which bypassed rest stop for the community and slowly eliminated the use of the once- travelers. This bustling streetcars, Catonsville lost its perch on a major natural and thoroughfare and became a small suburban town situated convenient resting on the edge of Baltimore. It is for this reason that much of place attracted the character, layout, and architecture of the center of businessmen to the Catonsville that existed before 1920 remains intact today area and spurred and also why it is listed on the National Register of Historic the growth of the Sites. These factors no doubt make it an interesting community. digging spot. During this same time period, Meredith and I were scheduled to meet Peter along the Catonsville’s main drag in Catonsville near the bakery so we could pick beautiful rural up a quick breakfast and hot drink. Arriving at the landscape, construction site less than fifteen minutes after devouring combined with the our breakfast, we hopped out and started examining the conveniences of a developed area, helped to attract a major ground with the hope of seeing an exposed privy, cistern or component of this growing community's population before dump. The area was littered with clues for any privy wealthy Baltimoreans. Wealthy Baltimore families came to digger, in the form of porcelain doll parts, pieces of blown Catonsville to escape the summer heat of the city by bottles and pottery, and spreads of ash. Meredith picked building large estates in the community for use as summer up a couple of whole bottles that rested on the ground homes. The presence of these surface, and seasonal residences generated we quickly employment opportunities for both focused on an white and black working-class area that residents, which further ensured appeared to community stability and growth. be Over the years, many of the undisturbed. summer residents turned into There was permanent contributors as the evidence of town continued to grow and new some older innovations in transportation were buildings that making Catonsville an even more were now attractive and convenient location long gone to live. Ultimately the which businessmen, the wealthy families, paralleled the and the working class of the roads community combined to create the surrounding unusual dynamic of Catonsville’s the population. construction site. Peter An impetus in this transformation and I began from a transient to permanent probing along community was the establishment one potential of a horse-car line in 1862. In addition, from the 1850s to property line and soon hit a large pocket of coal ash and fill the 1870s, the Spring Garden Hospital, located on the outskirts of the town, was slowly constructed and ultimately helped attract traffic and workers who would As she progressed, she expanded the hole and hit a layer of reside permanently in the area. In 1884, the Catonsville clay, indicating that we were not in a pit. Peter then began probing in the test hole and ended up hitting the walls of a got older as we went deeper into the hole at a rate of about privy less than two feet away. Slowly, we exposed the 2 or 3 years every foot, with a bunch of Baltimore pre- walls of the pit, which were stone, circular and about four prohibition beers and other food bottles, both blown and feet across. The top layer of dirt was a mix of light and machine made. About eight feet down, we neared the dark coal ash along with metal from stoves and barrel bottom layer which was composed of stones mixed with bands. At the side of the hole where we uncovered the coal nightsoil; everything was blown but was shattered. There ash was a tile drain pipe; were a number of evidently, someone had interesting broken converted the privy into a embossed whiskey flasks catch basin for water and from Baltimore but none back-filled the pipe trench of the older bottles we with coal ash sometime were hoping to find. It after 1920. Peter started in became apparent that the the hole and then I privy was not much older followed. Shortly after I than the late 1890s. got in, bottles from about Nonetheless, we 1910 to 1920 started managed to extract some pouring out. We then sent doll parts, buttons, and Meredith into the hole. marbles. Throughout the day, Peter and I both Less than two minutes observed that the rookie later, the rookie uncovered was holding up her end her first bottle and it was a remarkably well before fitting one, a local milk hauling the heavy quart embossed buckets of dirt and water AWILTON FARM around with ease, tugging DAIRY / GEO.

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