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FINDINGS -- Haldeman Mansion Investigation, Bainbridge, PA

eastGhost.com with M.A.P.I., Sep 2019.

Several teams attended in 3 groups: inside the Main House, inside the Summer House, outside on the grounds.

Approximately 10:30pm: Interesting, the colorful stationary "orbs" hovering near Liz and Cliff, southeast of Main House, despite no flash with only ambient lighting during long exposure. Numerous reports include communications with young aethereal prankster "Jacob" and sightings of shadow apparitions and the "little girl upstairs".

Gauss meter response, quiet at around 0.1 Gs for most of the night in the Main House, agitated and skyrocketed up to 13 Gs during our singing of Civil War era songs in the Summer House. Meter sat stationary. We took notice: "It was as if ghosts were dancing or whirling about unseen right in front of us."

Liz' copper divining rods were active as usual and responding promptly and clearly to questions posed; copper rods in a sanitized, human-removed apparatus did not respond to any prompting. LASER shadowing, animal boobytraps, and other meters and apparatii went silent/unaffected.

We welcome other investigators to login and add their findings, comments, links.

Thank you, M.A.P.I.; we had a superb time.






RESEARCH -- How School Destroyed Your Curiosity - Amanda Rachwitz

Karma demands They must disclose intent to victims






Was Edgar Allan Poesoned by Jesuits?

  • Edgar Allan Poe: Renowned author whose self-proclaimed greatest, longest, final work is entitled "EUREKA"
  • CRIME: EAP was mysteriously poisoned in Baltimore, Catholic stronghold of US; he died promptly, incoherent.
  • MOTIVE -- EUREKA confounds if not counters the Jesuits' humanity-minimizing Cosmology of Infinitude, giving the first plainly comprehensible solution to Olbers' contradictive paradox (i.e., how the night sky is dark despite supposed infinitude of stars):

    “I design to speak of the Physical, Metaphysical and Mathematical – of the Material and Spiritual Universe – of its Essence, its Origin, its Creation, its Present Condition and its Destiny.”

    In Eureka, Poe claimed, among other things, that the universe is finite – in 1848 a finite-aged universe was mere speculation, and adopted a more philosophical phraseology of Newton’s Law of Gravitation, claiming that gravity is nothing but the attraction of every atom to the other atoms.

    “Every atom, of every body, attracts every other atom, both of its own and of every other body, with a force which varies inversely as the squares of the distances between the attracting and attracted atom.”

    Poe also pondered the question of the Olders’ Paradox. He suggested that the universe is not old enough to fill the sky with light. Is also endless in size; we see only a tiny part of it, and that observable part contains too few stars to fill up the sky with light. Poe knew that light moves extremely quickly but he claimed that there hasn’t been enough time for the light to reach us from farthest reaches of the universe.

    “No astronomical fallacy is more untenable, and none has been more pertinaciously adhered to, than that of the absolute illumination of the Universe of Stars. The reasons for limitation, as I have already assigned them, à priori, seem to me unanswerable; but, not to speak of these, observation assures us that there is, in numerous directions around us, certainly, if not in all, a positive limit—or, at the very least, affords us no basis whatever for thinking otherwise. Were the succession of stars endless, then the background of the sky would present us an uniform luminosity, like that displayed by the Galaxy—since there could be absolutely no point, in all that background, at which would not exist a star. The only mode, therefore, in which, under such a state of affairs, we could comprehend the voids which our telescopes find in innumerable directions, would be by supposing the distance of the invisible background so immense that no ray from it has yet been able to reach us at all. That this may be so, who shall venture to deny? I maintain, simply, that we have not even the shadow of a reason for believing that it is so.”

    source: https://athenareads.home.blog/2020/05/21/why-is-the-sky-dark-at-night/

  • MEANS -- Jesuits, 'military troops of Vatican', historically known poisoners, vow to "extirpate" Protestants, Freemasons and non-Catholic heretics.
  • OPPORTUNITY -- Still-touted poker-playing good friend and long-time neighbor of Jesuits.

Were these ideas alternately pre-empting and confounding the Jesuits' fledgling cosmological "psyence" silenced by poesoning?

IF NOT, THEN WHY THE CURIOUSLY LINGERING SUBTLE COVER-UP --

  • Barring subterfuge dragooning secrecy, discussion and wonder concerning Poe expects warm welcome, particularly within Poe's own house/museum; instead, side-armed U.S. Park Service docents at Poe's house/museum in Philadelphia resoundingly demean EUREKA, deride curiosities, scorn inquiries. Why? EAP himself named EUREKA his greatest achievement.
  • EUREKA is suspiciously absent from nearly all publications available at the Poe museum. Signalling need for deeper careful investigation, devious omission hallmarks Jesuit handywork in mislead and mind-control.

Be wary with whom you break bread and libation. EAP should have. True Poe enthusiasts could morally do no better than to doggedly pursue the truth about his murder.






FOREST GLEN: Higher Form of Boo Under Charm of Eras Past

To celebrate this season of boo here are a few nighttime shots, exploratory notes and research findings that together weave an eerie menagerie. Below is the statue of Minerva at Forest Glen, Maryland. The aging structure is the remainder of a 'Spanish Dorm' at the northeast corner of the property. About one-half mile along Minerva's Medusa'd gaze looms the Mormon Temple.

This fascinating complex is steeped in oddity, military and medical intrigues, darkly intertwining and spanning from our nation's founding days to our present. Spooky enough all on its own, but when it's real, and militarily verifiably so, that's what really gets you ...transmogrifying mere goosebumps into palpable fear.

BELOW Statue of Minerva near remainder of Spanish Dorm

Forest Glen was a close-by ecape-destination providing early Washingon, DC residents cool relief in its comparative highlands (DC was in part literally a swamp, hot, muggy, Potomac River in the summer) before it was a premiere girls' finishing school; then it became an Army convalescence home before being used for biowar research ... and then ultimately becoming an expensive housing development (!).

Concerted efforts at reclamation and historical preservation have been ongoing for many years. The property was a failed (or abandoned?) farming thing, then a failed commercial thing, then a failed educational thing, then a failed military thing, and now it's a pseudo military-commercial historical-preservation compound meets high-priced housing collective kinda thing. The depth and twists of its many at-odds juxtapositions and uncanny energies give lasting allure to all things Forest Glen.

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Also on the property is a magnificent Spanish Ballroom, an authentic Dutch windmill (sorority house), several other unusual structures, and Maryland's only real Japanese Pagoda.

BELOW Japanese Pagoda, Spanish Ballroom

BELOW Dutch Windmill Sorority House, one of the many fanciful housings for students during the finishing school era of Forest Glen.

BELOW Italian Marble Fountain, a prideful centerpiece long ago drained and silenced; recent restoration efforts have provided new hope of watery resurrection.

Bad deaths alerted by numerous seances undertaken on the property and an unshakably intertwined history of military misery and biowarfare taint the area. The same commander at Frederick Maryland's FORT DETRICK (25 miles to the northwest) is also in-charge of the adjacent Forest Glen Annex and its noxious Walter Reed Army Institute of (biowarfare) Research. By some accounts, the Army spent '7 figures' on work in the woods immediately northwest of the FGA – but exploration revealed only one of 7 bridges was shored-up, not even rebuilt; meanwhile, what are expensively out-of-place: Numerous sink-tubes, filled in, capped, yet having automatic monitoring sensors and electronics, ostensibly 'gas sniffers' but more likely having something to do with potential bio-outbreak-causing leakage from the nation's [publicly-admitted] largest germ warfare lab and production monster sitting right up the hill...

BELOW Path to Expensive Bio Sensors In The Woods Adjacent To BUILDING 503 – "The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S. Department of Defense."

Totally coincidentally, of course, Maryland's first "outbreak" of West Nile Virus was detected in the woods immediately west of the Forest Glen Annex biowarfare production facility. This hauntingly mirrors the first detected "outbreak" of Lyme Disease in Old Lyme, Connecticut, at the very spot where the ferry landed from Plum Island, the USDA's zoonotical / tick-born disease research facility, also totally coincidental, of course, but that's a whole other intrigue – see the books HIGHER FORM OF KILLING and LAB 257. See also the godless insanity exposed by Dilyana Gaytandzhieva at the AV9 Conference, England in May 2018 ("AV9 - Pentagon Bio-weapons ... EXPOSED!").

BELOW Beta Castle at Forest Glen, sensitives routinely pick-up strong spiritual energies. Washington Post archives confirm a deadly fall from the rooftop in early 1900s. Rods, ouija and guardian-angel communications respond fervently along the path in front of the castle. Reported experiences here have included muffled voices, foreboding of anger, and "stones thrown".

BELOW What was around back in the lower floors, however, gave a totally different kind of eerie chill – animal cages, lab facilities, and what one sensitive described as "an impenetrable veil". Unclassified military records confirmed medical and biowarfare research; nearby massive BUILDING 503 biowar lab echoes these findings.

Regarding the expensive housing uncomfortably nearby, in the scheme of things DC and compared to the still-buried live World War One munitions in DC's initially-pricey Spring Valley neighborhood (on American University land once used by military for testing / proving grounds), namely Mustard, Chlorine and Phosphgene gas munitions -- "yellow cross", "green cross", and "white cross", respectively, named for the markings on the bombshell casings -- wealthy families living within eyesight (and positively within slightest-whiff distance of accidental toxin release) of the nation's largest [publicly-admitted] biowarfare lab and production facility hardly raises any dead. Yet.

Military Wiki -- Walter Reed Army Institute of [biowar] Research

Walter Reed Army Institute of Research -- This article is about the U.S. Army medical research institute (not the hospital). Otherwise, see Walter Reed (disambiguation). The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S...

The Forest Glen area of land was originally owned by the Carroll family, of Founding Father infamy, and it was long ago a tobacco plantation. In those days, Rock Creek, which empties into Washington’s Georgetown near the first lock of the C&O Canal, was much deeper and rapidly flowing; now it is barely a trickle sans rainstorms. Tobacco was harvested and rolled down from the higher ground to the Rock Creek and then floated down to Georgetown upon shallow raft, it is said.

BELOW Moving shadows and phantamasgoric mists appear throughout the property, which is unexpectedly steeply terrain-ful with many intricate bridges, statues, constructs, stone carvings and features hidden by growth, forgotten to time.

The Carroll graves in nearby cemeteries are very interesting to visit with empaths and spiritual friends, even in the daylight but especially as dark waxes. Slave graves long ago covered over (relocated? doubt it) give credence to spine-chilling tales of hauntings, both audible and sightings all over the facilities, including inside the WRAMC Commissary and reported off-official-record by military personnel. If you can imagine "Poltergeist" happening to the military, that gets at the deeper, darker, multi-faceted soul of Forest Glen.

BELOW - Area map of Forest Glen with some highlights marked. Several residents living on the property and nearby have contacted us to confirm these findings and report other experiences. Orbful photographs and wil-o-wisps are common, along with disembodied shrieks at night not attributable to corporeal animals. It's not just 'one or two' but dozens. Over years. Claimants include well-to-do residents and active military personnel.

Regarding the endless amount of military, medical, political, and Occult weirdness that permeates DC and surroundings, you just have to know where to look and who to ask for the good stuff – and that is nearly never any 'official' sources or controlled outlets.

Visit Forest Glen sometime when you get a chance; much of it is open to the public without ID checks. Walk in the woods, bring a camera and some copper divining rods, maybe some dice, an open mind, and at least one unflappable friend of stout heart ...just be careful what you touch and even more careful about what touches you.

Be sure to login and add your pictures, findings and experiences to the organic research / findings / experiences entry on Forest Glen. Same goes for other haunts and attractions collected in our gargantuan haunts database.








SPIRITS AT THE BEND: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Pictures and Experience by Michael

BELOW: Southern end of the plant, at the sharp bend in the Patapsco River behind camera. The burned out and dysfunctional Simkins Plant, latest working occupant of the Thistle Mill complex, is being slowly dismantled, discarded and removed.

“Three deaths here? Yeah, easy. Probably. Defnitely. This place is over one-hundred years old. There’s a lot of heavy machinery and many places to get hurt. Three deaths in one-hundred years is probably an understatement.” That’s one thing our helpful guide had to say about the deaths, injuries and reported hauntings at Simkins Industries Paper Mill http:// eastghost.com/haunt/775/ near old “Hell House” at the sharp bend of the Patapsco River, on River Road in Ilchester, Maryland. The older parts of the plant --the mill onto which the plant was later grafted-- date back to the 1700’s and are over 200 years old.

While our guide had not directly had any “substantially haunted” experiences to speak of, at least one other visitor had, in summertime 2006, suddenly become so “scared and totally creeped out” that he left in quite a rush, abandoning his work and belongings. This has happened several times. Sulky has reported ongoing paranormal experiences, research and subsequent validation of certain facts that would corroborate ghostly experiences.

For my part, while I was down below, between the buildings at the Patapsco River, over the swooshing sound of water endlessly smoothing rocks and the nearby control dam, and the audibly electrifying hum of high voltage transformers, coming from deep within the old plant (and seemingly underground) I heard about one dozen earth-shaking booms, ominous thuds of heavy machinery solidly hitting Earth-coupled surfaces, as well as metal clanking and moving about --it sounded maybe two hammer blows short of the plant being in full operation. Only...no one was working inside. The thuds were powerful and dreadful, and they unmistakably resembled the thuds that Sulky had reported hearing and feeling months earlier (see following report).

BELOW: the “bugs bunny” fire hydrant.

Kimness, up above on the roadway and hillside, heard none of this. Her main concern was taking pictures while avoiding daring cars whizzing by on the quite narrow and twisty River Road.

Knowing what was happening to me within the highenergy electromagnetic feld of the humming transformers, I felt mighty uncomfortable and wanted right away to get further away, out of the magnetic feld, to basal safety. Instead, I set to it and simply walked by the facility, taking pictures all the way. Happily abiding my one stern warning against entering the buildings, I did however get some shots through numerous cracks and open doors.

BELOW: Southern entrance and drive way along the Patapsco River, to frame left.

There were quite clearly within many places to get mangled, deformed, maimed and otherwise seriously harmed. There is nothing nice or forgiving about this place. It made me think of a sleeping but malevolent mechanical giant, still somehow strangely noisy even in awkward, abandoned rest, like an old missile silo, seemingly ready to wake up and swing into action at a moment’s notice, or at least exuding that precipitous aura.

BELOW: Thistle Mill, in better days, circa 1890, Baltimore Historical Society.

The air carries that same Patapsco smell, not necessarily stale but defnitely old and heavy (Day and Night at the Good Church and the Bad Church http://eastghost.com/post/35075). All along the length of the plant, the Earth itself reeks of heavy industrial oil and solvents.

A slip in the mud here would probably leave a remarkably persistent rash and stain and maybe even a chemical burn. There is a large cauldron of badness --tens of thousands of gallons of liquid capacity-- slowly rusting away, no doubt once housing the high-molar solution that unpleasantly decomposed stuff or acted as a reagent in some desired but unnatural process. A thin but apparently deep waterway or canal, impossibly crammed between the older part of the mill and the too nearby River Road, is criss-crossed by a grated steel catwalk that was too shaky to dare. Who knows if it’s even water in the canal.

BELOW: North end of old southern mill building. Notice juxtaposition of original masonry and later additions including gate, fre hydrant, cement blocks.

I heard several dozen dull screams coming from just beyond, or possibly inside, a small wooden shanty-looking thing barely standing several dozen yards further north than I was willing to tread. It was defnitely some mammal; I’m not ruling out human, though possibly a prank. Several times in the Patapsco River valley I’ve had the very uncanny feeling of not being alone, of just barely hearing and/or seeing things not quite possible to clearly make out or identify one way or the other --was that a person screaming for help or calling out to a friend, or was it a fox or bird or cat or something, or was it just nothing, or really something worse?

BELOW: Pipe support catwalk carried energy.

I also thought I’d glimpsed a few “flashes,” unexpected because everywhere nearby, given a long enough glance, was clearly deserted, except for the few cars flying by on the road above, out of earshot and almost out of sight. It’s the frequent but fleeting “whatwas-that?!” glimpses that getcha.

At the furthest-north end of the “mill complex” is a rotting wooden shack that exudes red light. Maybe it’s a cue to stay away; maybe it’s for the fre department should the hulk spontaneously reignite itself. I did not approach its slightly-ajar door. In any case, fre clearly can not kill or reclaim this place; there is too much stone and metal here, too many chemicals, too much history, maybe too many spirits.

BELOW: Oil-fred power plant, directly across Patapsco River and pipe support catwalk.

The tall, original mill structure has various windows, mostly with broken-out panes. Severals sets of stairs and ladders climb at weird angles and unlikely bends. The whole thing is hodge-podge, you can tell, built and twisted as needed over too many years.

BELOW: A glimpse inside the machine shop. Notice the unprotected nature of the chains, pulleys and heavy machinery. Not a safe looking place to work. This area felt the most repulsive to me.

There are apparently one and one-half “floors” in the long, triangularly-tipped “sawtooth” buildings to the south (what purpose does that roof serve, anyway?); three floors in most of the mid-section; and probably at least fve floors in the tallest portions furthest north. It’s unclear what’s rotted away, but I’d bet, given all the broken windows, that it’s treacherous inside. There is something under the loading dock at the machine room. It hisses just above the whisper of the river.

BELOW: A peek inside the machine room. An oppressive feeling came from the machine shop, to the left out of frame.

There were no cats or birds or wildlife of any kind that I could hear, see or otherwise sense. Except for the tired settling sounds of the buildings, the spooky electromechanical hum, and the burbling of the river water, it was spooky-quiet.

Water still runs in a steady, silent trickle from a frehose connector, the one of three without long-ago crinkled hoses that run off to nowhere.

BELOW: Loading dock at machine shop building.

It’s strange to see the obviously very old stonework of the original mill buildings patched with modern brickwork and cinder-block build-ins covering over old openings. It’s sad, in a way, how the still-beautiful build quality of the historical mill was architecturally defaced decades ago. They defnitely do not build them like that anymore. To the real craftsmanship, the unwelcome additions look as cheap as grey bondo on a jet-black Mercedes.

BELOW: Closer look into machine room.

A bright-red fire hydrant is here, tucked half-underneath the mill and built-around in a way somewhat reminiscent of that Bugs Bunny episode in which the tall offce building was built with a small semi-circle all up its length, above the rabbit hole. I wonder why they didn’t just move the dang waterpipe and not cut away the mill’s massive foundation!?

BELOW: Peculiar, hallmark rooftop, from River Road.

A fire extinguisher sits out in the middle of the muddy dirt passage that’s barely wide enough for two eighteen-wheelers inched side-by-side. Old wood. Old nails. Old pipes. Pulleys and girders and chains and everywhere jagged steely things. An angry, old blue industrial water pump sits with its chrome-shiny but malicious looking screw-blade propeller still attached to strong but stained stainless-steel pipe. I wonder if mashed paper pulp sludge once flowed inside; the mill was apparently, in its fnal life, used for paper recycling. Yuck.

BELOW: Looking north along the entrance driveway.

I had a strange feeling (both times that I passed it) of uneasiness, like I was being watched, from within the garage. Maybe it was just heebies from the way that, despite its totally open doors, the blackness abruptly flled the cavernous interior like tar. Photonegative shots of the interior didn’t reveal anything strange, though it sure felt unwholesome there. I’m glad that feeling stayed in the garage.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

The river banks have been fortifed by cement-lattice work on both sides. The river is probably about 50 feet wide here and only a few feet deep at most. However, the banks are maybe ten feet down to the waterline. There is a depth stick for measuring floodwaters, and “15 feet” was marked slightly below my eye level. The stick was gunky-dirty-wet, like it was not so long ago wholly submerged. Just across the river and up are the train tracks, and above them is the former site of “Hell House,” old St. Mary’s College at Ilchester.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

I got a very unusual picture of the building across the river. It was getting dark, I was shooting handheld, and somehow I managed a shot in which the foreground is in focus but the motionless background is motion blurred. Weird, but there it is.

The plant is possibly being disassembled, piece by piece. There are half-a-dozen large dumpsters, halffull with all sorts of pipes and gizmos and chunks of machinery. Hopefully the mill will be saved as an historically signifcant site.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

About half-way down the length of the buildings, a ricketylooking steel tram- or walkway crosses from the mill rooftop over the river and to another building on the far side that looks like an enlarged m a c h i n e g u n bunker. The bridge formed a sort of invisible boundary; I didn’t like crossing under it, so many dozens of feet overhead --it made me feel like a black cat slyly crossing under a ladder, half-expecting for the inevitable worst. Maybe this “bunker” was to keep the workers in line, inahling fumes and toiling away! Probably it’s just an extension of the processing plant. Numerous large signs warn of possible hearing damage; blindness from regarding ultraviolet arc welders, and the ever-present dangers of forgetfulness. A misstep could literally be deadly.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

It’s an effective choice of words: I kept thinking about the “life changing accidents” that Sulky mentioned in his research. This isn’t some collection of workshop bandsaws; machinery herein is as heavy-duty as heavy-duty comes. Even keeping myself safely several feet outside the buildings and the realm of the dormant but still fearful machines, I was very aware of my every footstep and even of the dangling pullcords on my jacket. Silly, I know. But, if you’ve been around heavy equipment, you understand what I mean; there is no such thing as a second chance, and even while standing absolutely motionless you still think twice before making the slightest move. That oppressive fear of what-if literally impedes motion on a moment-by-moment basis, and it would have taken very much “getting used to,” I imagine, to have been an effective employee here, instead of a molasses-mannequin.

BELOW: Saint Mary’s College at Ilchester, popularly “Hell House,” now demolished, Gray’s Mill at bottom right, and Thistle Mill at bottom center.

“Extreme” might describe the pain of being crushed to death between a 3,000-pound roll of paper and ‘a machine known as a rewinder,’ especially if it was operating. Mill accidents must be truly terrible events, life changing even to those who survive in witness. I wondered what would actually happen if someone’s loose scarf got wound up in the belt of a car engine’s alternator; clearly it would violently jerk the entire torso down, but would the result be immediate decapitation, or would the scarf somehow rip frst? You know the engine would not stop. It’s thoughts and echoes of that same kind that I sensed most here.

BELOW: Idyllic view of railroad bridge and Patapsco River, just after the bend and downriver from Thistle Mill. Notice exaggerated features and perspective. Picture courtesy of Sulky.

Despite the lingering smell of chemicals and fear, there is a peculiar draw to this area. The sharp 90-degree bend of the Patapsco River here in Ilchester, once literally under the shadow of Hell House, down-river and down-hill from nearly everything, seems to be some sort of “spirit trap” that snags and holds history in a way that is unlike anywhere else.

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THE DANCING LIGHTS: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Investigation and Experience by Sulky / Lon Strickler / Phantoms & Monsters Blog

BELOW: Thistle Mill, main building, in the 1940s when it was used primarily to produce “cotton duck” a heavy, plain woven cotton fabric, commonly called canvas. This was well after the mill’s heydey and in the wake of major cotton duck mill closures in Hartford, Connecticut and other areas in the north. Picture courtesy of Baltimore Historical Society.

I investigated an inquiry several years ago at the Simkins Industries, Inc. plant in Ilchester, MD. Some employees had noticed an orb of “dancing” light about 10 inches in diameter occasionally move slowly right to left along a wall in the beater room section of the plant. The sightings were usually in the early evening hours but always in the same area.

An employee and I entered the complex while the plant was down for weekend servicing. I must say that I noticed several spirits within this plant. There had been some deaths (natural and accidental) in the plant and some were evident, in particular an older man who insisted on following us around. His presence was very strong and somewhat disturbing since my feeling was that his death came at his own hand. The name I sensed was “Buzzard” are something similar. I don’t know if it was a nickname or his actual surname in life. We reached the area of the orb sighting and I noticed immediately that the temperature had dropped quickly and remained colder than the surrounding area the entire time I was there.

My perception was that of a man who has died in a piece of machinery (bottomliner pulper) many years before. The name that I sensed was “James” and that he seemed to be in his 30’s. I never witnessed the orb, but I am sure that this was his spirit energy. I attempted to contact “James” through my spiritual guide and seemed to have made some impact. My subsequent inquiry a year or so later with those employees who made the original inquiry concluded that the orb had not been seen and/or reported since.

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THISTLE MILL FINDINGS: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Investigation and Experience by Sulky / Lon Strickler / Phantoms & Monsters Blog

BELOW: Gray’s Mill, a contemporary of Thistle Mill, a few thousand feet upriver, has an intertwined and equally interesting history, complete with hauntings and recent investigation, to be covered in a later edition of EGQ.

On Thursday, April 6th, 2006, I assembled a small team to investigate the recent paranormal activity at the Simkins Industries plant located in Ilchester, MD. The plant is located on the Baltimore County side of the Patapsco River at River Rd. near Hilltop Rd. There are remnants of the Ilchester mid-1800’s village still standing, but all the houses are now boarded up. The plant is also deserted due to a major fre on the top level in 2003.

I had received several inquiries from people who had recently been on the property as well as a few queries from former employees. There have been various incidents and reports of phenomena mainly strange lights and sounds. To our knowledge, no other investigations had been made in the plant since it was closed. For the record, we had investigated some paranormal activity in the plant in the early 1990’s and I have reported this previously.

The team consisted of my assistant Cory and two former employees of the plant, Keith andJerry. I brought along 2 digital cameras, 2 EMF meters, a pair of 2-way radios and a laser thermometer. We were able to work our way into the plant through a dock entrance and descended 2 stories into the main beater room area. Because Keith and Jerry knew their way around, I had Cory and Jerry start the investigation to get some baseline EMF readings at various locations throughout the plant and to record any activity. All the power was off in the plant, so I was hoping for solid electro-magnetic readings. I decided to stay in the main beater room area with Keith mainly because I had recent physical limitations that made standing and walking for a sustained period of time impossible. I fgured if Cory found anything, she’d give me a call and Keith could direct me to the area. Before we began, I asked Keith and Jerry not to mention any specifc deaths or injuries that had occurred in the plant. This plant has a long history and reputation for many horrifc work related casualties.

Not too long after we started to look around, I noticed that the images on the digital cameras were not developing though the register on the card indicated that images were there. There was full power in the cameras and the cards were fne, but no images were coming on the screen. That was truly strange because I had never experienced that before and for this to occur with both cameras was very unusual.

Everything was fairly quiet for about 2 hours. I called Cory and she said that nothing remarkable had happened other than she received 1 major EM spike in the machine room dry end and that they were going to walk back to our location. A few minutes later Cory and Jerry returned. Jerry commented that it was very strange that he had not seen or heard any cats in any part of the plant. He stated that the plant was always inundated with cats for the many years he had worked there. Keith stated that he had also noticed it and thought it was very strange. Frankly, up to that time it was eerily quiet. We sat together for about an hour going over her notes and planning out our next moves.

By this time, it was 11:15 pm and we decided to start walking to a few areas that Cory had suggested. We went through an area that I was familiar with from my initial investigation but, strangely, I felt nothing. We continued to walk until we reached the former maintenance department. I started to get a feeling of dread and nausea as well as tightness on my chest. Cory also stated she felt a bit weird. After a few minutes, I asked Cory where she had recorded the EM spike. She said on the floor below by a machine called a rewinder in the machine room dry end.

We walked down the stairs and entered into the main part of the plant. As soon as I walked through the wide doorway, I felt like something pushed me in the chest… I literally backed up and tried to regain my breath. A few seconds later, we heard a loud thud sound. Each of us looked around not knowing where the sound came from. It seemed to me that something large had hit the floor but the sound was tempered as if it was in a tunnel. My feeling was that something catastrophic had happened here...the residual energies were coming at me from all directions. Cory was getting erratic EM readings stronger than those she had recorded earlier. I tried to endure the bombardment of energies I was experiencing, but it was getting very hard to deal with. I needed to get out of that area as soon as possible so I could gather my thoughts. I turned around and walked towards the warehouse area so I could sit down and rest. The others soon followed and we took a break.

I asked Jerry to confrm if someone had died in that area, but I didn’t want a name or know how it happened. He stated that at least 2 employees had lost their lives in that specifc area but he was unaware of their names since the deaths occurred before he started employment. Keith confrmed the deaths but he also had no idea of the circumstances or names…only third party information he had heard. I was determined to go back into the machine room and see if I could sense anything from the spirits residing there.

After a bit of a rest, Cory and I walked back into the machine room. As before, I felt pressure on my chest but not to the degree I experience previously. Cory and I held hands and I attempted to contact at least one of these spirits. I immediately felt pain and sorrow…like my life force was draining out of me and I couldn’t stop the inevitable. Then I heard the name “Russell”. It was obvious that this was the person who had been haunting here. I tried to communicate but the sorrow and grieve this spirit was projecting was as intense as I have ever felt. I fear he will remain on this plane and refuse to ever move on.

I decided that I was done here and that we should check out a few other locations within the mill. We spent another 2 hours in the plant taking EM readings and recording some history of the mill from Keith and Jerry. I asked Jerry if he could put me in contact with a former employee who could tell me about any of the people who had died in the plant.

That Sunday, I interviewed a gentleman who wanted to remain anonymous. He had retired from the Simkins plant in the mid-1980’s and had started there when Bartgis Brothers had owned the mill. He confrmed that an employee by the name of Russell Calimer was killed in the machine room in 1977 after a 1-1/2 ton roll of paperboard had slipped off a forklift and crushed him to death against the rewinder. But, I was stunned by the information that was to follow. The employee who attempted to load the paperboard roll and allowed it to slip off was a man by the name of Robert Buzzard. If you read my initial investigation at the Simkins plant, you would recognize that name. I had felt a presence of a spirit who called himself “buzzard”. I had no idea at that time that this was an actual name. As well, I had this feeling that “buzzard” had died by his own hand. It was confrmed that Mr. Buzzard had become so distressed after the accident he decided to retire. Less than a year later, “buzzard” had indeed committed suicide.

I think the plant is worthy of further investigation, but I have a bad feeling about some of the spirits that are there. There are, of course, many residual hauntings (ghosts)....but there may be at least one vortex there and I didn’t like what I was feeling especially in the machine room. For the record, there have been 4 deaths in the plant since 1971....3 in the machine room. As well, there have been several major life altering injuries.

I have a suspicion that someone tried to perform a halfhearted seance or used a Ouiji board in the plant since it closed. There have been all kinds of people hanging around there and the sense I get is that a spirit with some relatively heavy duty malevolence and lingering hatred is moving in and out of a vortex (I was unable to locate a vortex....possible that it was closed when we were there).

The “Russell” spirit we did encounter is a strong one but with a lot of sadness and acts like it is looking for something. We tried to “move it along” but I don’t think we were very successful.

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Gold Mines around DC


A view of the Maryland Mine in the 1930s. The large tower was the hoist and elevator which brought pay ore up from the 200-foot level of the mine. Photo Walter Goetz.

The Search for Gold
Exploring the past in the Gold Mine Tract along the C&O
by Ed Talone, Potomac Trace, Aug 2005

Most Americans have heard of the famous gold strikes in California and Alaska. Hikers on the C&O Canal, a segment of the PHT [Potomac History Trace?], might be surprised to know that two gold mining operations took place practically within sight of the towpath. Two mine sites are located near the Great Falls Tavern, 14.5 miles above Georgetown.

According to Walter Goetz, in his 1988 book Montgomery County Gold Fever, the discovery of gold at Great Falls is credited to a Union soldier named William Clear. In 1861, he was camped there while on duty with a Pennsylcania regiment. The story goes that while tending a cmapfire he noticed a rock which reminded him of those from his native California. Breaking it open he spotted gold. The war intervened, but in 1865 Clear returned to purchase land in the area. At the same time two fellow soldiers invested in an adjoining property to create the Maryland Mine.

Ore was brought to the surface in 1866 and the first shafts were dug in 1867. Testimony to the interest in gold mining here can be seen in the number of different investors attracted, including the Dumonts of Delaware.

Between 1915 and 1917 extensive digging drew the attention of locals who feared trenches were being dug for a German invasion. An official from the US Geological Survey traveled to the site to verify mining activity and allay concerns. Mining continuted here until 1939.

The second mine at Great Falls, Ford Mine, opened in 1889 about a mile west of Great Falls Tavern. By 1917 there were three work sites, two stamp mills to break up ore, an assay laboratory, hoisting machinery, coal sheds and head frames. One site was so rich in ore it earned the nickname "Glory Hole."

Goetz tells us mining here waned in the early 1920s. Because the US currency was backed by gold, the US Mint set the price and had purchase rights to all gold -- in fact it was illegal to sell to anyone else. The Mint fixed the price at $20.67 per ounce, too low to make a profit from the Great Falls veins.

Mine operators found ways around this, as evidenced by the curious record of gold output at Ford Mine. In all its years of operation, not one ounce of hold was recorded at the US Mint as having come from this mine. Speculation is that some of this mine's output showed up in the shop windows of local jewelers who never seemed to run short.

The final boom time for the Great Falls mines came in 1934 when a law was passed raising the price of gold to $35 an ounce. This made mining profitable again and the mine ran until 1940. That year a group from Canada was looking to keep things going but ran into government regulations forbidding foreign investment in the mine. This marked the final cahpter in mining at Great Falls.

Hiking the Hold Mines

Trails lead to both mine sites from near the Tavern. The blue-blazed Ford Minue Trail leaves from the west end of the upper parking lot. It takes a keen eye to find the ruins here. The Maryland Mine is located about a hald mile up a blue-blazed trail that begins next to the Tavern. Trenches can be noted along the trail at right angles to the canal. They features rounded edges and mounds on top from soil. The mine site itself is fenced off because of the many shafts in the area.

Make no mistake though ... at night all old mines come alive. Brave-hearted hikers might still hear ore cars rumbling underground and the movements of restless "tommyknockers." These ghosts of men killed in the mines, legend says, continue to search for the gold they know is waiting to be found.

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A Hike Thats Pure Gold
By Jeff Bagato, Special to The Washington Post
Reprinted from The Washington Post 11/23/01

On the trail to the Maryland Mine above Great Falls and the C&O Canal, the freshly fallen leaves rattle underfoot so loudly I can barely hear my guide, Ranger Rod Sauter, pointing out the signs of excavation hidden in the terrain. The Gold Mine Loop leads up the hill above the Great Falls Tavern through thick woods of majestic tulip trees, young American beech and skinny papaws. Although mining stopped long ago- the work simply was not profitable enough to continue- visitors to the park can experience gold fever just by viewing the mill ruins and other mining features in C&O Canal National Historical Park.

"This is one of the main Maryland mining sites, and one of the most easily observed and accessible mining sites in the park," notes Sauter, supervisory ranger for the parks Great Falls Interpretive District.

Legend has it that a Union soldier camping near Great Falls, Md., was washing dishes when he saw gold flecks sparkling in the stream. His discovery jump-started a miniature East Coast gold rush that resulted in 30 small mines spread across the hills of Montgomery County above the falls. The remains of two other mines, the Ford and the Anderson, are within park boundaries. This activity rekindled an industry that in Maryland is as old as 1829, according to Walter Goetzs booklet "Montgomery County Gold Fever" (available in the Tavern gift shop, which also houses a small exhibit on Great Falls mining).

The first of the new mines, the Maryland Mine, was founded by former Union soldiers in 1865 who incorporated as the Maryland Mining Co. The next year, the Maryland Mine began to produce actual gold, and the Union Arch Mine was founded in the surrounding area, near what is now the Cabin John Bridge. Over the following decades, mining occurred sporadically on the Maryland Mine site, as various companies gave up and were reinfected with gold fever. The hike follows the path of this history as it moves uphill from the Tavern just over a mile the mine ruins, and the round trip takes about two hours. Less ambitious gold enthusiasts may take a five-minute shortcut down the Falls Road Spur, near the intersection of MacArthur Boulevard and Falls Road.

Off the trail and up a hill, we spot one of the first landmarks, a long ridge of earth- now covered over in leaves- that clearly isnt natures landscaping. A closer look reveals a two-foot-deep prospecting trench dug from east to west to locate the vein of quartz running north-south, represented on the current topography by a perpendicular groove. During World War I, the Atlantic Development Co. spent $130,000 on this excavation. (The mysterious work back in the woods caused locals to suspect that a German invasion force was digging trenches in the hills, and federal authorities were called in to investigate.) Today, small chunks of quartz poke up from the leaf cover; these chunks are the remains of mining activity. Some larger pieces farther down the hill may have naturally broken through the soil with erosion, Sauter says; these quartz boulders, or "floats," would have signaled the nearby vein.

Farther up the hill, we come to our first mine shaft, originally dug in 1867. The shaft was filled in years ago for safety reasons; these days, its just a giant indentation lined with leaves, and a mature tree grown from the center of the bowl. Nearby and enclosed in tall chain link fence lies a jumbled pile of rusted corrugated sheet metal. After a moments study, its not hard to see that it once was a rather large structure, albeit one that collapsed almost half a century ago. This ruin was a crushing mill, built in 1935 by yet another Maryland Mining Co. when gold prices rose to $35 per ounce. Here, quartz rock was broken into successively smaller chunks in preparation for amalgamation, in which the crushed quartz sand was washed over a copper plate coated in mercury. The mercury combined with the gold, forming an amalgam that stuck to the copper.

Near the mill lie the ruins of other company buildings; the assay office and water tower have been reconstructed, but are protected by tall fences and signage offering stern warnings of the dangers of hidden mine shafts and rickety construction. Underground and unseen lie three or four mine shafts up to 200 feet deep and horizontal tunnels, called adits in the trade, which were dug along the quartz veins. This last Maryland Mining Co. worked the area until 1940. There has been no mining activity on the site since then.

Sauter cant help but compare all that effort and expense to the total gold recovery from all the Montgomery County mines from 1860 to 1951: a mere 5,000 ounces. At todays price of $277.80 per troy ounce, thats $1,389,000 worth, although historical payouts totaled only $150,000.

"Gold digging is literally a scheme to get rich quick," Sauter says. "But if you look at the effort put in here, it definitely wasnt a way to get rich quick. The challenge was to find where the gold was and how to get it out. It was just too expensive." Over time, he adds, "the land itself became more valuable, especially being underdeveloped land in a highly developed area."

Before I have a chance to ask, Sauter notes that mining and panning for gold are no longer allowed here: "The gold deposits are protected by the park."

That fact, and the knowledge of poor financial returns, doesnt discourage most people , however. "I tell people about all the effort involved in prospecting," Sauter says, "but when I ask them if they would still do it, they say Yeah!"

For more information and a schedule of future "Get Rich Quick?" hikes, please call the Great Falls Tavern Visitor Center at (301) 767-3714.

http://www.nps.gov/choh/Recreation/Trails/Gold.html

Maryland Mine (Allen Shaft), Cropley, Montgomery Co., Maryland, USA
Ref.: Maryland Geological Survey, Vol. VIII (1909): 151; Rocks & Min.: 11:121; 14:301; 22:834. A gold mine owned by the Maryland Gold Mining Co. Started about 1867. Host rock is mica schist and gneiss. Workings featured a 210 foot (60 meter) deep shaft. Located about 1 mile East of Great Falls, near Bethesda and Silver Spring.
Map Reference: 3859'N , 7713'W
Important Disclaimer: This locality information is for reference purposes only. You should never attempt to visit any sites listed in mindat.org without first ensuring that you have the permission of the land and/or mineral rights holders for access and that you are aware of all safety precautions necessary.


www.mgs.md.gov/esic/brochures/edugold.html

Montgomery County was known for gold mining in the 19th Century.

Gold was discovered on Samuel Ellicott's farm in 1849 near Brookeville. During the Civil War, privates named Cleary and McClaren from the 71st Pennsylvania Regiment were washing their dishes in the Rock Run Stream near Great Falls (Potomac River) when they saw glistening gold flakes in the water.

Area peeps quickly caught fever. A 100-foot shaft was dug near the intersection of MacArthur Boulevard and Falls Road around 1867. This mine became the largest and most successful mine in the county. It operated under several different names over 73 years.

In an area above the Great Falls Tavern people found gold in the 1880s in Ford Mine. The Great Falls Mining Company found a vein of gold east of the current parking lot entrance to Great Falls Park.

Over 200-foot shafts with interconnecting tunnels were uncovered between 1900 and 1917. In 1918, the Atlantic Development Company used the most trenching equipment to search for gold. While they were digging, people in the town started rumors that the real purpose of the trenches was to prepare for a German attack on Washington.

Montgomery County had over 28 gold mines during this time.

The local gold mining died after World War I. The mines closed for a brief time in 1922, but during the Depression gold prices shot up to $35 per ounce and the mines reopened. Mining continued between the years of 1936 and 1940.

The suburban area started growing and houses were springing up all over. The land became more valuable than the gold so gold mining stopped.

A developer had a zoning problem in 1970 when he was trying to build 16 houses close to the Landon School. The area that he wanted to build was filled with tunnels and shafts that covered the entire area. He had the entrance to the mine opened, and he pumped water out of the tunnels to discover an ore car inside the mine. The mine was sealed back up and was allowed to fill again with the ore car still inside.

Many people put in time and energy searching for the gold in Rock Creek trying to unearth wealth; most were disappointed.


Waking the tommyknockers: Mine said to be haunted
by Monica P. Wraga // Gazette Staff Writer // Oct. 30, 2002
gazette article

Wander the woods off MacArthur Boulevard at night, and legend has it you'll see the fiery eyes of the tommyknocker burning into your soul.

A type of spirit linked to mining, Potomac's tommyknocker sprang from a deadly explosion in 1906 at the now-abandoned Maryland gold mine located near the entrance of the C&O Canal's Great Falls Tavern Visitor Center.

Sightings of the ghostly man with fiery eyes crawling from the mine at night, dragging a long tail behind him, drove night watchmen and miners from the property in droves, said Kathleen Kelly, a National Park Service ranger who has researched the mine's history.

"A ghostie-looking man with eyes of fire and a tail 10 feet long crawled out of the shaft and disappeared in the forest," Kelly read from an historical account of the night watchman credited with telling foreman Edgar Ingalls about the first known sighting of the tommyknocker. "Mr. Ingalls, I ain't doin' that job no more."

The mine closed in 1908, reopening briefly when the price of gold rose in 1913, 1915 and 1935, Kelly said. Today the abandoned property, pock-marked with sink holes, a decomposing water tower and buildings, lies behind a chain-link fence yards from the intersection of Falls Road and MacArthur Boulevard.

We didn't find the tommyknocker when your reporter and photographer visited the site Friday with Beverly Litsinger of Randallstown, founder of the Maryland Ghost and Spirit Association.

But we did find a particularly friendly ghost named Charles.

Armed with two types of electromagnetic field (EMF) detectors, an infrared temperature scanner, notepads, cameras and a tape recorder, the three of us trekked to the property, owned by the National Park Service, in search of ghostly activity. Litsinger often leads such investigations, and has visited a variety of schools, cemeteries, battlefields and statues in Maryland that are said to be haunted.

After a brief hike through the woods, which is accessible by the C&O Canal's Goldmine Loop trail at Great Falls, we reached the abandoned property. Signs behind the property's chain-link fences caution, "Stay Out! Stay Alive!" and warn of collapsing mine shafts, dangerous fumes and remaining dynamite.

But Litsinger, who says she has been able to see and communicate with ghosts since childhood, was far more concerned with other aspects of the mine.

"It caved in and people died," Litsinger said, approaching the chain-link fences that rim its perimeter. "So it's probably got an energy there."

According to survivors' accounts, miners were preparing to set a blast in one of the mine's 500-foot tunnels at 10:45 p.m. on June 15, 1906. Before lighting the dynamite, they gathered in the mine's "hoist house" -- a building covering the pulleys that lead into the mine -- for a drink.

Miners put a box of dynamite on a bench while they sipped from a "Georgetown bottle," liquor purchased in Georgetown during a trip down the C&O Canal. While drinking, one of the miners placed his helmet, with a lit candle mounted on top, next to the dynamite.

The dynamite's fuse caught fire, sending miners scrambling from the building. The explosion collapsed the hoist house, killing miner Charles Eglin.

Strange occurrences began to happen immediately after Eglin's death. First, a horse that worked at the mine refused to set one hoof through the property's gates and would instead rear, snort and paw the air.

Then the suspicious noises started.

"Supposedly, people started hearing footsteps behind them and strange noises especially at night," Kelly said. "The night watchmen said he could hear footsteps come up the gravel path right up the office door. There would be knocks on the door, but when he would open it, no one would be there."

Soon after, the night watchman reported his first sighting of the tommyknocker. "I started to shoot, but I remembered the tommyknocker could throw the shot back in my face," the night watchman told his foreman.

After the night watchman quit, it was impossible to fill his position, Kelly said. The cost of running the mine, coupled with the ominous legend of the tommyknocker, led to its permanent closure.

'Hello, Charles'

At the site Friday, Litsinger produced two EMF detectors and began waving them in the air by the property's fence. Immediately, the levels of one detector spiked from the normal "green" range of zero to three to a "red" range of between eight and 10.

"Yes, here," Litsinger said, smiling and gesturing toward a corner of the fence where a ghost lurked.

"We know you're here," Litsinger told the ghost. "I've been wanting to come here for some time. We're here to visit and learn about this place because it's a historical site."

Litsinger switched to a digital EMF detector, which breaks readings down into decimal points.

"Are there any other ghosts with you?" she asked, grinning as the meter jumped from .02 to .10. "See? That's a yes," she added, turning to us.

Litsinger encouraged your reporter and photographer to ask questions of the ghost as well. Recalling the name of the miner who died in 1906 explosion, your reporter asked whether his name was Charles. The meter again jumped from .03 to above .10.

"Hello, Charles," we said in unison.

Charles did not return the greeting.

Lunch with Charles

Ghosts may be linked to land where they died, a building, loved ones, or even a particular object, said Litsinger, who is writing a book about Maryland ghosts. She tracks hauntings statewide through the Maryland Ghost and Spirit Association, which she founded two years ago, posting them by county on the group's Web site.

Litsinger said she learned at a young age that discussing the specters she routinely saw meant being labeled "crazy" by peers, family members and friends. Her daughter, Jennifer Litsinger, 30, who also sees ghosts, prompted her to overcome that fear and found the association.

In two years, the group has grown to include more than 800 members, Beverly Litsinger said. "I just thought it would be a little thing I did for my daughter, but it grew," she said.

Spirits continue to visit their home, including Beverly Litsinger's father, who died in 1985 but visits as a friendly poltergeist, rattling spoons and moving furniture to make her laugh, she said.

After death, souls often don't realize that they are dead and remain close to where they lived or worked, Litsinger said. Others remain to look after loved ones or may feel guilt about a wrong committed during life, she said.

"One of the miners may think he caused the mining accident and may be here trying to fix things," she said.

If possible, Litsinger tries to help the ghosts move on from their past lives. "You don't have to stay here," she told Charles on Friday. "You can move on and try to find your loved ones. I'm sure they've been looking for you."

Wandering farther into the property, Litsinger and your photographer, who also carried an EMF detector, found two other ghosts near the crumbling foundation of what once was the mine's office.

Your photographer primed her camera, but as she pushed the trigger to take a picture, the battery suddenly drained -- a normal occurrence, Litsinger said.

"Always ask permission," Litsinger cautioned. "[Ghosts] will mess up your batteries. I always treat them with respect, as I would any person."

Cameras can often capture images of ghosts the human eye could not see, Litsinger said. Her scrapbooks are filled with pictures of orbs and ectoplasms, globule-like forms out of which the images of ghosts emerge, she said. Ghostly faces peer from the background of some of her pictures, while glowing orbs and foggy shadows fill the background on others.

None of your photographer's shots showed any sign of the ghosts. But a quick EMF scan during lunch at Old Angler's Inn -- which, built in the 1860s, is old enough to have ghosts of its own, Litsinger said -- showed your reporter may have picked up a paranormal souvenir of the day's adventures.

"Looks like you've picked up a ghost," said Litsinger, who added that ghosts often follow her home from her visits to cemeteries and other haunted locales. "You may remind him of someone he knew in a past life."

Litsinger instructed your reporter to send the ghost away by firmly asking it to leave and explaining why its company is not desired. But, feeling sorry for the lonely ghost who could be named Charles, your reporter decided to let it stay for lunch.


Walter A. Goetz is a leading authority on gold mining in Maryland. Mr. Geotz writes:

I did extensive research, identified and corrected references that other authors had "copied", and personally located and verified the "on site" remains of the gold mines. In reference to Maryland gold mines, I have a very large collection of books and memorabilia, photographs, vintage maps, reference documents, copies of vintage newspaper articles, and other references. I started this research 30 years ago and continue to update and expand my collection. I'm always interested in learning more and acquiring more documentation on Maryland gold mining history.

Mr. Goetz has written the following publications on gold mining in Maryland:

* Maryland Gold Fever (revised 1996, 50 pages, 8 1/2"x 11", including foldout map of mines and locations, plus 5 pg. bibliography) $9.50 postage paid.

* Montgomery County Gold Fever (1988, 54 pages, 8 1/2"x 11", foldout map, plus 5 pg. bibliography) $8.50 postage paid.

* Fairfax Gold Fever (1984, 35 pages, 8 1/2"x 11",including bibliography, referring to Fairfax County, Virginia, on the same gold vein that crosses the Potomac River from Montgomery County, Maryland.) $6.50 postage paid.

* Gold Mining in Great Falls of Maryland (1975, 16"x22" map) $1.25

These books are can be ordered (postpaid) directly from Mr. Goetz : Mr. Walter Goetz, 9107 Kirkdale Road, Bethesda, Maryland 20817, mgoetz@erols.com, 301-530-7462


The Gold Mine Loop Trails, from the Great Falls Tavern, Great Falls Park, Maryland // (blue-blazed) 4.2 miles Deer, fox, and woodpeckers share the gentle wooded trail with remains of mine diggings. The Maryland Mine (1867-1939) processed gold near Falls Rd. and MacArthur Blvd. Begin the blue blazed trail uphill behind the Tavern. spur trails (yellow) lead to mine ruins, to Angler's Inn, and to Berma Road near Lock 16.


Old Line State Gold

The Maryland Journal reported in May, 1901 that "Many persons will be surprised to know that within easy walking distance of the National Capital there are no less than a half-dozen gold mines in actual operation. Prospecting is now a rather extensive industry along the banks of the Potomac, from a point near Georgetown up the river, past Great Falls, a distance of perhaps ten miles." Although no mining is currently underway in Maryland, individuals still seek their fortunes in gold.

Although gold was first reported in 1849 on Samuel Ellicott's farm near Brookville, Montgomery County (the bulk of today's gold concentration in Maryland), no production was recorded. There are numerous versions of the first discovery of gold in the Potomac area. In 1861 during the Civil War, a Private McCleary (or McCarey) of the 71st Pennsylvania Regiment (or "1st California Volunteers") was stationed outside of Washington, D.C. While encamped in the vicinity of Great Falls, he discovered gold. It is reported that the gold was found while washing skillets in a stream near McCleary's hilltop camp overlooking the old Anglers Club. By 1867 the first shaft was sunk near the site of the Maryland Mine. Since then, gold production went into full force until the last mine was closed in 1951.

A "placer deposit" is a concentration of a natural material that has accumulated in unconsolidated sediments of a stream bed, beach, or residual deposit. Gold derived by weathering or other process from lode deposits is likely to accumulate in placer deposits because of its weight and resistance to corrosion. In addition, its characteristically sun-yellow color makes it easily and quickly recognizable even in very small quantities.

The gold pan or miner's pan is a shallow sheet-iron vessel with sloping sides and flat bottom used to wash gold-bearing gravel or other material containing heavy minerals. The process of washing material in a pan, referred to as "panning," is the simplest, most commonly used, and least expensive method for a prospector to separate gold from the silt, sand, and gravel of the stream deposits. It is a tedious, back-breaking job and only with practice does one become proficient in the operation. Thankfully, technology finally caught up with our gold fever and brought us metal detectors!

Unlike many other New England states, Maryland's gold is not the result of glacial deposition. In fact, its in relation to the metamorphic gravels of the Piedmont Plateau, a belt of metamorphic rocks extending from New York to South Carolina. The metal occurs as grains, wires or sheets in quartz veins and along mineralized fault zones in the surrounding metamorphic rocks. The distribution of gold in the quartz veins is sporadic and the concentration ranges from 0.1 to 5 ppm (Reed and Reed, 1969). Sulfides sometimes found with the gold are pyrite, sphalerite, and galena. In the copper districts of Maryland, gold has often been noted as a minor accessory mineral.

While Montgomery County holds the record, gold has also been found in Carroll, Frederick, Howard, Baltimore, and Harford Counties. If you can find an old mine dump (tailing), you will probably have great success with a metal detector due to the primitiveness of early mining. As always, ask for permission before detecting / panning on private property.

* Check with the Maryland Forest and Parks service for info on detecting or panning on state owned lands.
* For federally owned property, check with the Superintendent of Parks
* Other helpful resources include the Maryland Dept of Resources and the Maryland Geological Survey

1 Ellicott mine
2 Maryland mine
3 Allerton-Ream property (Ford mine) and open cuts
4 Anderson property (Potomac and Watson mines)
5 Montgomery mine (near Alton), shaft and prospect pits
6 Eagle mine
7 Harrison mine (Sawyer) and property, eight veins prospected
8 Rock Run gold placers
9 Irma and Lynch mines
10 Bogley mine
11 Haddlestone mine
12 Bethesda mine
13 Miller mine, several abandoned shafts and prospect holes
14 Several unnamed prospects
15 Gold reported at Glen Echo
16 East fork of Cabin John Run
17 Rockville gold locale
18 Fawsett mine
19 Gillotts mine
20 Grady mine
21 Stevens-Roudebush mine
22 Allen shaft
24 Black Hills mine or prospect
25 Dawsonville placer
26 Olney, possible prospect pit
27 Tridelphia Reservoir, reported occurrence
28 Mt. Ephraim mine, approx. loc.
29 Minor gold found in Liberty copper mine
30 Minor gold found in Repp copper mine
31 Minor gold found in Pittinger (Hammond) copper prospect
32 Minor gold found in New London copper deposit
33 Clifton (Frederick) mine
34 Gold discovered along ridge running through Manchester to Cranberry Valley
35 Streaker Road mine
36 Minor gold found in Mineral Hill copper mine
37 Minor gold found in Sykesville copper mine
38 Costley mine
39 Windsor Mill mine
40 Gold found in quartz near Catonsville
41 Gold has been reported near Ellicott City
42 Reported gold mine near Prettyboy Reservoir
43 Hayes mine
44 Macon gold placer
45 Gold bearing quartz reported near Havre de Grace

--http://www.treasurefish.com/maryland%20metal%20detecting.htm


Maryland Mine
Feature Name
County
Latitude
Longitude
Allender Road Pit Baltimore 39.39167 -76.39194
Bradshaw Pit Baltimore 39.40694 -76.38139
Campbell Quarry Baltimore 39.4625 -76.64889
Caves Ore Bank Baltimore 39.43472 -76.7375
Cross Ore Bank Baltimore 39.41667 -76.72083
Cumberland Quarry Allegany 39.65667 -78.94306
Dargan Quarry Washington 39.36944 -77.74333
Days Cove Pit Baltimore 39.39694 -76.38944
Gunpowder Quarry Baltimore 39.4225 -76.50722
Hydes Quarry Carroll 39.565 -77.07306
Le Gore Quarry Frederick 39.54861 -77.31056
Maryland Mine Montgomery 38.99556 -77.23194
McClenahan Granite Quarry Cecil 39.58556 -76.09861
Number 1 Mine Garrett 39.625 -79.19028
Oregon Ore Bank Baltimore 39.49222 -76.68861
Pinesburg Quarry Washington 39.61667 -77.88
Port Deposit Quarry Cecil 39.61722 -76.12917
Sausman Mine Garrett 39.71361 -79.34694
Schwartz Pit Baltimore 39.38139 -76.43611
Seneca Quarry Montgomery 39.0775 -77.35417
Smuck Pit Baltimore 39.39444 -76.37639
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A Hike Thats Pure Gold
By Jeff Bagato // Special to The Washington Post // 11/23/01

On the trail to the Maryland Mine above Great Falls and the C&O Canal, the freshly fallen leaves rattle underfoot so loudly I can barely hear my guide, Ranger Rod Sauter, pointing out the signs of excavation hidden in the terrain. The Gold Mine Loop leads up the hill above the Great Falls Tavern through thick woods of majestic tulip trees, young American beech and skinny papaws. Although mining stopped long ago- the work simply was not profitable enough to continue- visitors to the park can experience gold fever just by viewing the mill ruins and other mining features in C&O Canal National Historical Park.

"This is one of the main Maryland mining sites, and one of the most easily observed and accessible mining sites in the park," notes Sauter, supervisory ranger for the parks Great Falls Interpretive District.

Legend has it that a Union soldier camping near Great Falls, Md., was washing dishes when he saw gold flecks sparkling in the stream. His discovery jump-started a miniature East Coast gold rush that resulted in 30 small mines spread across the hills of Montgomery County above the falls. The remains of two other mines, the Ford and the Anderson, are within park boundaries. This activity rekindled an industry that in Maryland is as old as 1829, according to Walter Goetzs booklet "Montgomery County Gold Fever" (available in the Tavern gift shop, which also houses a small exhibit on Great Falls mining).

The first of the new mines, the Maryland Mine, was founded by former Union soldiers in 1865 who incorporated as the Maryland Mining Co. The next year, the Maryland Mine began to produce actual gold, and the Union Arch Mine was founded in the surrounding area, near what is now the Cabin John Bridge. Over the following decades, mining occurred sporadically on the Maryland Mine site, as various companies gave up and were reinfected with gold fever. The hike follows the path of this history as it moves uphill from the Tavern just over a mile the mine ruins, and the round trip takes about two hours. Less ambitious gold enthusiasts may take a five-minute shortcut down the Falls Road Spur, near the intersection of MacArthur Boulevard and Falls Road.

Off the trail and up a hill, we spot one of the first landmarks, a long ridge of earth- now covered over in leaves- that clearly isnt natures landscaping. A closer look reveals a two-foot-deep prospecting trench dug from east to west to locate the vein of quartz running north-south, represented on the current topography by a perpendicular groove. During World War I, the Atlantic Development Co. spent $130,000 on this excavation. (The mysterious work back in the woods caused locals to suspect that a German invasion force was digging trenches in the hills, and federal authorities were called in to investigate.) Today, small chunks of quartz poke up from the leaf cover; these chunks are the remains of mining activity. Some larger pieces farther down the hill may have naturally broken through the soil with erosion, Sauter says; these quartz boulders, or "floats," would have signaled the nearby vein.

Farther up the hill, we come to our first mine shaft, originally dug in 1867. The shaft was filled in years ago for safety reasons; these days, its just a giant indentation lined with leaves, and a mature tree grown from the center of the bowl. Nearby and enclosed in tall chain link fence lies a jumbled pile of rusted corrugated sheet metal. After a moments study, its not hard to see that it once was a rather large structure, albeit one that collapsed almost half a century ago. This ruin was a crushing mill, built in 1935 by yet another Maryland Mining Co. when gold prices rose to $35 per ounce. Here, quartz rock was broken into successively smaller chunks in preparation for amalgamation, in which the crushed quartz sand was washed over a copper plate coated in mercury. The mercury combined with the gold, forming an amalgam that stuck to the copper.

Near the mill lie the ruins of other company buildings; the assay office and water tower have been reconstructed, but are protected by tall fences and signage offering stern warnings of the dangers of hidden mine shafts and rickety construction. Underground and unseen lie three or four mine shafts up to 200 feet deep and horizontal tunnels, called adits in the trade, which were dug along the quartz veins. This last Maryland Mining Co. worked the area until 1940. There has been no mining activity on the site since then.

Sauter cant help but compare all that effort and expense to the total gold recovery from all the Montgomery County mines from 1860 to 1951: a mere 5,000 ounces. At todays price of $277.80 per troy ounce, thats $1,389,000 worth, although historical payouts totaled only $150,000.

"Gold digging is literally a scheme to get rich quick," Sauter says. "But if you look at the effort put in here, it definitely wasnt a way to get rich quick. The challenge was to find where the gold was and how to get it out. It was just too expensive." Over time, he adds, "the land itself became more valuable, especially being underdeveloped land in a highly developed area."

Before I have a chance to ask, Sauter notes that mining and panning for gold are no longer allowed here: "The gold deposits are protected by the park."

That fact, and the knowledge of poor financial returns, doesnt discourage most people , however. "I tell people about all the effort involved in prospecting," Sauter says, "but when I ask them if they would still do it, they say Yeah!"

For more information and a schedule of future "Get Rich Quick?" hikes, please call the Great Falls Tavern Visitor Center at (301) 767-3714.



Cornish kibble, ore bucket, ca. 1839

The search for "lode" or vein gold required a great deal more money, labor, and machinery. At first, underground mining was simply the digging of large pits at random in hopes of uncovering subterranean ore. Gradually, pits were deepened into shafts; from the shafts, tunnels were extended out following the veins of ore. By the 1830s, centuries-old European mining techniques were being employed. Digging deep shafts and branched networks of tunnels (called drifts) extruding at various levels to follow the veins, the professional miners sometimes carved out a room, or "stope," in their efforts to remove the vein material. Working by candlelight, the miners pried apart the rocks at their natural joints or fractures using chisels, picks, shovels, crowbars, and gunpowder. Low wheelbarrows were used to haul ore along the drifts to the main shaft. In major mines, iron Cornish buckets called "kibbles" were commonly used to hoist ore and miners to the surface. At some mines, frames or timber collars were built to reinforce the tops of the shafts. By mid-century some mines had shafts extending down several hundred feet into the earth.

Montgomery County Council, News Release, May 19, 2000

"Paths to the Present: Montgomery County Stories" County Cable TV Show Features "Lost" Village of Triadelphia, Potomac ~ Gold Mining

Some of Montgomery Countys rich history can be found below the surface thats whats featured in the newest episode of the County Cable Montgomery TV show on Montgomery history, "Paths to the Present."

The newest offering focuses on Montgomerys "lost" village of Triadelphia, a flourishing mill village in the northern part of the County founded by three Quaker brothers in 1809. With the Civil War, the diminishing importance of waterpower and the effects of ruinous floods, the village declined in the 19th century. In 1943, the village was inundated by the damming of the Patuxent River and now lies beneath the waves of WSSCs Triadelphia Reservoir.

Another program segment features gold mining in Montgomery County. Unbeknownst to most County residents, a dozen gold mines operated in the Potomac area, with the last mine closing as recently as 1939. The program traces the rise and fall of gold mining in "them thar hills" and includes interviews with gold mine historian Walter Goetz and County resident Jack Nelson, who even today pans for gold in the streams that feed the Potomac River.

The program -- "Paths to the Present: Montgomery County Stories" -- is a joint production of the County Council on County Cable Montgomery and the Montgomery County Historical Society. It will be airing throughout May and into June several times daily on County Cable Montgomerys channel 55 ( 5 or 6 for cable-ready). The program schedule is available on the Internet at www.co.mo.md.us.

"There are a million stories about the people, places, events, and trends that have shaped Montgomery Countys history," said Council President Michael Subin. "This is our second of many installments."

"We are very excited at the Historical Society to be working with the County to bring Montgomery Countys heritage to life," said Karen Yaffe Lottes, education program director for the Montgomery County Historical Society, Inc.

Future shows will include topics as diverse as the desegregation of 1950s Montgomery and the Forest Glen Seminary, as well as the development of malls and the impact of the Civil War on Montgomery Countians.

The program is hosted by County Council staffer Gail Street. The original score for "Paths to the Present" was composed by Montgomery County resident Axel Starz of the Alexander School and performed by the Simple Gifts Ensemble.

To receive a videocassette of "Paths to the Present," call: Patrick Lacefield at 240-777-7939. Patrick Lacefield, (240) 777-7939. Jean Arthur, (240) 777-7934. county.council@montgomerycountymd.gov


Potomac, Maryland, USA

Maryland's first colonists arrived March 25, 1634, at St. Clements Island on the eastern shore. Two hundred adventurers had sailed aboard the ships Ark and Dove with Cecil Calvert, second Lord Baltimore, whose father had been granted this new territory from England's King Charles I.

Calvert's brother Leonard was acting governor and promoted religious freedom, which added to growth by attracting migrants from the less tolerant Virginia colony. Passage of the Act of Religious Toleration in 1649 made Maryland rich in religiously diverse communities.

Quick to act upon the rights they enjoyed, Marylanders established the Assembly for freemen to make governing decisions. As the population grew, the Assembly was divided into two bodies, the Senate and the House of Delegates. In 1694, the seat of central government was moved to Annapolis. This was one of the first signs of internal expansion.

Most early settlements were located in the eastern part of the colony and around Chesapeake Bay. As towns were established and farms planted, the eldest sons were secure in their inheritance, but younger sons had to purchase land or settle in new areas to farm. The area that was to become western Montgomery County offered vast, fertile, unsettled land ripe for the taking.

There were virtually no permanent Indian settlements to discourage expansion. The Susquehannocks and Senecas from the north were nomadic tribes that moved through the area with the season and the hunt. In 1694, these warlike tribes provoked the formation of the Rangers, a permanent force of men who constructed a fort at the mouth of Rock Creek, which served as a base for trading with the Indians and patrolling.

The Potomac area was first inhabited by the Canaya Indian tribe (part of the Susquehannock Nation). They were also its first city planners, creating a path that appears on maps of 1716 as the Tehoggee Indian Trail, a rugged thoroughfare we now know now as River Road. Other of today's roads such as Persimmon Tree, MacArthur and Glen were also originally Indian trails explaining their meandering, scenic nature.

In 1714, William Offutt was granted 3000 acres of land by Lord Baltimore at the junction of (what is today) River and Falls Roads. This parcel of land became known as Offutts' Crossroads. By 1724 settlers made farms, families and a life along the fertile hillsides and lush banks. It would be another hundred years before substantial commerce would visit the area- it was not until 1829 that the cornerstone was laid marking the completion of the C & O Canal.

The Canal created both a means of trade through Offuts Crossroads and a way of life for lockkeepers and their families. The water way brought new speed and a new path of transportation. In a time when the 17-mile trip along Conduit Road (now MacArthur Boulevard) meant six thick inches of dust in the summer, eight to twelve inches of mud in the winter, and countless hours of travel for the horse and wagon, a Canal boat ride to Georgetown was now a leisurely four-hour cruise.

By 1861, prospectors had uncovered the first gold mines along the Canal, bringing an entirely new industry to the area. Within a dozen years, land was selling for $10 to $30 an acre, and farms grew up producing bushels of wheat potatoes, oats and corn.

The area's 125 residents of the late 1800s consisted of farmers and millers, carpenters and shoemakers, blacksmiths and doctors, a postmaster, a general merchandiser, a gold miner, and families. A two-story frame house at the time went for $400, and county taxes were $1.73. Eighteenth century Potomac was rich with tobacco farms, but overcultivation so depleted the soil that the land would never again support farming.

In 1880, the Crossroads was renamed Potomac by the area's first congressman, Major MacDonald.

Winfield Offutt and Thomas Perry were partners in a store on the northeast corner of the Crossroads (now Chevy Chase FSB) until 1871, when Perry opened his own store across the road (now Mitch & Bill's Exxon). The Perry Store housed a post office and sold dry goods, toys, kerosene, and salted meat and fish. Perry later built a stately home of handmade cement blocks (currently Maryland National Bank) on the southwest corner of the intersection.

The pace of growth in Potomac picked up. By 1900, truck drives in horse-drawn wagons began exporting produce from local farms to points around the state. In 1913 hourly trolley service along Bradley Boulevard brought cityfolk from Bethesda to Great Falls, with them came development of lavish rural "summer homes".

Nineteen-twenty-four saw both the advent of electricity and the closing of the C&O Canal, and by 1930, Falls Road was a paved thoroughfare and fox hunting the unofficial sport (and social rite) of choice.

Paving was completed on River Road beyond Piney Meeting House Road around 1938. Other transportation included trolley service (from 1913 to 1912) along what is now Bradley Boulevard. The trolley carried picnickers to the area and workers to the gold mine, which operated from 1918 to 1921 and again from 1936 to 1939. A total of about $90,000 of gold was mined and sold to the U.S. Mint in Philadelphia during the mine's lifetime. Deteriorating foundations of the mining-era construction area are all that remains of the "gold rush" south of the intersection of Falls Road and MacArthur Boulevard.

The C&O Canal, along the banks of the Potomac River, had its heyday until 1920 as a transportation system for farmers who traveled to Georgetown to trade their crops and firewood for groceries and tools. Coal came by barge from Cumberland. Visitors to Great Falls Tavern often took the barge trip from Georgetown for an overnight stay, returning the next day. Today, the Canal is maintained with water only between Georgetown and Violette's Lock. In 1939, Offutt's store became a beer parlor (a real community gathering place). In 1948, the beer parlor was razed to make way for the first shopping center (Potomac Village) PoloClub.bmp (313894 bytes) Sylvester Stallone at the Potomac Polo Club.

Potomac became a mecca for horse lovers starting in the late 1920s, when Washington's fox hunters began to look away from their growing city for more open spaces in which to pursue their sport. Many members of the Washington Hunt (established in the early 1800s on 14th Street, near the Willard Hotel) and the Chevy Chase Hunt (organized in 1892) moved to Bradley Farms, on River Road, adjacent to what is now Harrington Drive. The "Potomac Hunt" officially moved to Great Elm farm and, finally, to its kennels on Glen Road in the 1940s. It is presently located in Boyds. The Potomac Polo Club was established in 1957 and is still active today.

These days, there are still doctors and merchants in Potomac, teachers and postmasters, farmers and families, whether a gold miner remains in our midst, no one knows. What was once a summer escape for Washington's elite in a time when the area was a day's journey away is now a year round home. The settlement of Potomac has brought commerce, recreation, schools and services, means of work and places for play.

Potomac is a small town rich in community spirit and widely cherished traditional values. As one of the most affluent and desirable places to live in Montgomery County, Potomac is characterized by rolling green hills, extraordinary custom homes, lush golf courses, and an abundance of recreational opportunities. The citizens of Potomac have a great sense of pride in it's heritage, it's present, and it's future. This hometown atmosphere is evident by the residents' participation in many community events and organizations.

The Potomac Community Center provides an endless calendar of community events. Residents of all ages, from infants to senior citizens, benefit from the vast array of activities planned by the Center's staff. The community calendar is rounded out by a wide variety of events sponsored by area churches schools, and other community organizations. Highlights include the annual Potomac Hunt held each spring and the Potomac Festival held each autumn.

For horse lovers Potomac is an ideal place to live - horses have been a tradition in this area since the early 1900s. The Potomac Hunt Club observes their sport from late fall to early Spring and the Potomac Polo Club plays every Sunday from Memorial Day through the end of September.

The C&O Canal offers an array of activities for hikers, bikers, and canoeing enthusiasts. It is maintained with water between Georgetown and Violette's Lock. That stretch, and the remainder of the Canal, are bordered by a well-kept tow path which is excellent for biking and hiking. Operating locks are maintained in Georgetown and Great Falls for the enjoyment of curious visitors. Barge trips are available from early spring into the fall.

Montgomery County is Maryland's most populous jurisdiction and its most affluent. It is located adjacent to the nation's capital and includes 495 square miles of land. The population of Montgomery County was approximately 810,000 in 1995.

Potomac is located in western Montgomery County. Unofficial boundaries are the Potomac River to the south, Bradley Boulevard to the east, Seneca Road to the west and 1-270 to the north. It's geographic heart and commercial center is the intersection of River and Falls Roads. This crossroads area, also called Potomac Village features a variety of shops, banks, restaurants and offices.

To the northwest of the crossroads are most of the larger estates or the "Hunt" country. However, along Falls Road, toward Rockville or branching off from Falls Road and following Bells Mills or Tuckerman Lane until they join Seven Locks Road, one will find more typical suburban subdivisions.

A 1994 census update survey reported more than 43,000 residents in nearly 15,000 households in the Potomac area. Of those the numbers count 81.5 percent of Potomac's racial makeup as white, 4.2 percent black, 12.7 Asian or Pacific Islander, and 1.7 percent of other backgrounds. These days, nearly 80 percent of those homes are headed by a married couple with a median household income of just about $109,000 the average age of Potomac residents is 40, and the average household size is 2.89.

This thriving region enjoys a mild climate, with an average annual temperature of 55F. January's average is 33.3F; July's is 75.7 F. The annual precipitation is 40.9 inches, including 23.5 inches of snowfall.

Commercial development within Potomac is limited to the crossroads area, Cabin John Shopping Center and Montgomery Mall. There are two local newspapers: the Potomac Gazette and the Potomac Almanac.

According to the 1994 census update survey 42 percent of Potomac residents hold a graduate, professional or doctoral degree. Nearly 60 percent of them are employed by private organizations, 20 percent are self-employed, and 20 percent are government employees. Nearly 60 percent of female residents are employed. Fifty-five percent of all those employed work within Montgomery County, eight percent work elsewhere in Maryland, 26 percent work in Washington, DC, and 9 percent work in Virginia.

Of the nearly 15,000 homes in the Potomac area, 77.5 percent are single family detached houses and 14.1 percent are townhomes. The remainder are condominiums and apartments. Average single family homes range from $300,000 to $400,000, although many custom homes are available and can go up to well over $1 million. Most townhouses are upscale, luxury townhomes ranging from $200,000 to $300,000 and well beyond. A small selection of condominiums is available starting at $50,000 and going up from there.

Need more information regarding Potomac? Contact the Potomac Chamber of Commerce at (301) 299-2170