Well, this Cauthorn story just keeps getting more interesting. I wish I had time to research and write it up. Now I’m hearing their house was haunted. Here’s a picture from Fay Dowling taken in Autumn of 1982. Pretty, like a painting.
Just let me collect some snippets here from our Facebook site and some of the comments on other posts and see what kind of picture emerges. I hope no one minds.
Lauri Newcomer Leverett
The smaller red building to the left of the barn is/was the ‘carriage house’ as the Cauthorns called it. It was a drive through barrack type building on one half where they would pull the carriages through then unhook the team (you can just make out the opening on the side nearest the barn) and the other half was enclosed, with a wooden floor.
It was similar to a tack room where they would keep harnesses, etc. The spring house would be directly behind the middle of the barn from this angle, but sadly not visible.
Margaret B. Smith
What a great picture Faye! When I was small and we went there it was always an experience and we so had to on our p’s & q’s when we went in the house. I much rather have been outside with Helen and Alex and the horses. The girls used to stop occasionally for tea at our house on there way back from Westminster because it was such a trip!
Yep that most definitely is the Cauthorn Farm. My Mother and I were care givers of Helen and Agnes before they passed away. Their nephew Richard Brooks was married to my cousin Sandy.
As a matter of fact their last 2 dogs Buster and Missy are buried on the back hill at my Mom’s. After Agnes the last one to pass away of the sisters and brother Missy went home with us. The house and property was left to the state with the stipulation in the contract that the land NEVER be developed.
I used to get an eerie feeling when going up into the servants area over the kitchen. Also in the attic area was an area where people were hidden during the war. I still remember the pane of glass in the dining room window that was etched with the year 1873 Cauthorn.
I will never forget this place Aunt Brenda!! Such a beautiful farm! And Helen and Agnes were both great women…with so many wonderful stories and so much to tell. That house was incredibly gorgeous and huge! And all the antique furniture was breathtaking.
Although after Helen passed and I would stay there with my grandmother, I had a hard time sleeping lol. Haunted maybe?? Grandmom would just tell me it was Helen checking in on us and Agnes awww…and missy and buster were the sweetest of dogs.
Buster made me realize that German Shepard’s are nothing to be afraid of and missy was adorable…with her short little legs. This place will forever be in my memory and I will never forget those 2 wonderful women!
That house was haunted…remember how doors would close for no reason and if you later tried closing the door it would not budge? Helen was definitely a spit fire. lol I used to laugh my butt off when Helen and Agnes would get into with each other. I remember when Helen would take the clapper out of the bell Agnes would ring.
Oh I remember very well! I would come flying down those steps at night calling for Grandmom! I don’t think my feet touched any of the stairs lol! There wasn’t a night when that bathroom door(off of the room I slept in) wouldn’t shut by itself.
I remember the door between the 2 small rooms at the top of the stairs closing by itself but the floor being warped and you would have to force it to open and close otherwise. I remember when someone was leaning and the door and it pushing closed.
I found it amazing for as long as that property had been in the family and the age of it… I was the only one ever to get married on the property. Right on front of that huge Azalea Bush by the front porch.
But since it was annulled I guess it never really happened.
You sure did! I miss everything about that place…Helen, Agnes, the dogs, the stories, the beautiful furniture and even being kept up at night by the spirit world
I knew the Cauthorns, sort of. I vaguely remember Alex and his three sisters. My father farmed their land for many years, and we rode horses through their farm to reach trails down to Ellicott City and beyond.
The water that rose from a natural spring up into the spring house below the barn had the most delicious taste – or perhaps it tasted so good from working hard in the hay fields on hot summer days.
I remember the sisters, Helen and Margaret, and their grand, tall thoroughbreds, watching them set out as if to ride a hunt. Elegant ladies, or so they seemed, to one so young as I was.
Their farm was up on Arrington Road, between Sykesville and Marriottsville. I often daydreamed of what it was like inside their grand home. I never did see myself, unless it was when I was very, very young. Before I reached my teens, my father was no longer farming their land, and the ladies no longer rode. I never knew them to not be old, and mysterious, and always, elegant.
I’m Fay Dowling’s sister, Dorothy Jane Hood Valiga, and I remember the Cauthorn’s farm well, and the springhouse very well, my brother and I used to bale hay with our father for them, and we’d cool off at that awesome springhouse, the water was so sweet. The ladies were very nice.