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Then and Now: Orchard Hills (Part I)

Our series begins 60 years ago in a then up and coming Lutherville-Timonium neighborhood.

 

If you’re shopping for a new home in the Orchard Hills neighborhood of Lutherville, rewind the clock 60 years and see what you could have bought.

“Nestling on gentle hills near Towson and Ruxton shopping, your Orchard Hills home is on the site of the famous ‘Egypt Farms,’ where fruit-bearing apple trees abound!” chirped the original brochure.

The brochure from the 1950s didn’t specify how many of those apple trees they’d have to cut down to build one of the seven different designs, by Baltimore architect Benjamin Brotman (born, charmingly, on Christmas Day in 1915), that the first homeowners could purchase for $14,000. What it says instead is, “All original Egypt Farm apple trees left in place where possible.”

But the brochure was clear about the colorful bathroom tiles and the formica-topped vanities, the handsome, finished stairways, the weather-stripped windows, screen doors (“front and back”) and “plentiful electrical outlets.”

And yours at no extra cost —“An Orchard Hills exclusive! The finest, most beautiful of ranges. The new Chambers Range!” Apparently such a gas range could turn your cooking space into “a truly dream kitchen.”

How many current Orchard Hills residents still cook on their original gas Chambers range?

Stephanie Boblooch doesn’t.

Boblooch, who has lived in Orchard Hills since 1977 and served as the community association president for 20 years, has long since renovated her kitchen, including the range. But she did like the idea of keeping a gas range.

“When we renovated, we kept the gas stove,” she said. “I just like it better. Years ago, we used to lose the power all the time when it stormed. And that’s why I liked the gas stove.”

Boblooch admitted that many of the home’s original appliances were mid-century gold in color, and have since been updated to black or white.

Boblooch lives with her husband in the “split-level home of airy spaciousness” whose design was called “The Calvert.” They are the third owners of the home. It is “unequaled in split-level design, for lightness, brightness, and an inspiring sense of space and freedom.”

Wait, that’s the brochure talking again.

“As you enter the foyer of this gay-spirited home, you are greeted by a vista of spaciousness.”

Stop it, brochure.

 “I don’t know that I’d say it’s spacious and airy,” said Beth George, who has lived in Orchard Hills for much of her life and owns the same style house. “Compared to what? It’s all relative to your perspective on things.”

George’s kitchen appliances were also gold.

“A lovely shade of gold,” she added playfully.

The Next Few Decades

In 1979 and the 1980s, Orchard Hills seemed quite chatty.

The community newsletter, then called "The New Orchard," had lots of nice things to say, in October 1979, about Seymour Bowen on Othoridge Road. Seymour was a neighborhood dog who was recuperating from a hind leg injury, and who “would not dream of relieving himself while on a leashed walk.”

Several months later, the newsletter talked up a good neighbor, William O’Brien, who also lived on Othoridge Road. “Born 76 years ago, neither Mr. O’Brien nor his friends seem to mind the 60-plus gap in their ages. Mr. O’Brien always has a cupboard full of Oreos, gum, Kool-Aid, and things beloved of children of all ages.”

Mr. O’Brien would be 107 now, and would probably be sad to know that his habit of entertaining the neighborhood youngsters would, today, likely have a different ring.

In April 1980, the newsletter gave out belated thanks to Charles Strodtman of Westbury Road for helping Santa Claus arrive, at Westbury Circle, on a Lutherville Volunteer Fire Department engine the past December 15. Of course, it was Strodtman himself who donned the suit and white beard, but the newsletter was careful with its wording in case any little eyes perused it.

“Many thanks to Mr. Strodtman, who was responsible for Santa’s appearance,” said the newsletter mysteriously.

In June 1980, recipes for “Creamy Peach Cup” and “Fruit Delight” were shared on the back page. Also, helpful tips for getting the most out of your new power mower appeared on page 2. The newsletter reminded you to watch out for gravel driveways and small children.

Carla, Laurie, Marcy, Tracey, Michelle and Lisa were all happy to be your babysitter. Their ages and phone numbers were listed – the oldest was only 15.

In February 1984, the neighborhood’s Roving Restauranteur posted a review of Beefsteak Charlie’s.

“If you have a family that eats a lot, this is the place to take them,” advised the newsletter. “It was so much to eat that I brought my chicken home for lunch the next day. And, if you want to try something yummy, order the Amaretto coffee.”

In the 1980s, the original Orchard Hills community expanded to include the neighboring communities of Devonshire Forest and Towsonvale, which had no community association and were concerned about their representation in fighting zoning issues. Orchard Hills now extended for the entire distance between Bellona Avenue and York Road.

Being immediately off York Road, business development was often a concern – and still is. Boblooch noted that her most stressful times as president included her letter-writing campaigns to oppose zoning requests.

Also in the 1980s, the holiday tree was planted at Westbury Circle, the tradition of yearly neighborhood yard sales began, and the Neighborhood Watch was enacted. There was, and still is, a costume-judging party on Halloween, community-wide dumpsters for occasional clean-up days, a picnic in September and an Easter Egg hunt in the spring.

Today, the Orchard Hills newsletter still exists, in a different form. It’s available online as a PDF, which automatically feels a little less chatty, though it’s still occasionally tucked into mailboxes as a few stapled pieces of paper. Today, it’s lighter on neighborly announcements and heavier on straight-up information, like who’s your neatest notary public, insurance salesman, handyman or babysitter.

There’s only one babysitter listed now.

Residents, however, are quick to claim a sense of community, even if the newsletter seems dry.

“I was actually just saying to my husband today how much I love the location of our house,” said Jennifer Fryer, the current president of the community association. “It is a very family-oriented neighborhood where people wave to each other as they drive by. “

Fryer feels comfortable allowing her children to play outside.

“Our kids and play with other kids in the neighborhood, and know the people they live around,” she said. “We care about and look out for each other. I grew up in a neighborhood similar to this one and am excited to be able to provide my children with the same experience.”

Join us next week (click here) for Part II of Then and Now: Orchard Hills

Related Topics: Baltimore County History, Devonshire Forest, Historic Lutherville, Orchard Hills, Orchard Hills Subdivision, and Towsonvale
Any past or present Orchard Hills residents out there? Tell us in the comments.

Dee Gochnauer

8:19 am on Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I grew up in Orchard Hills. My parents bought the house in 1956 at the corner of Warwick & Westbury. I still own the house. Oh, the fun we all had growing up in that neighborhood. We would sleigh ride down Warwick, gather at each others house, walk down to Pollyette and buy penny candy, and even walk to Towson. The neighbors are gone now and so are my parents, but I still treasure the memories. Dee Morgan Gochnauer.

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Jaci Knapp Moyer

7:01 pm on Saturday, July 2, 2011

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I read this and reflect back to my Orchard Hills days in the 50s and 60s. My family, the Knapps, Bob, Helen, sister Candy and myself, Jaci Knapp Moyer, "built" the house at 101 Othoridge Rd, in 1955. It was at the corner of Othoridge and Warwick Drive. It broke our budget at $17,500. Life was so simple then. Our closest neighbors were the Pattersons, Claibornes, O'Briens, Nelsons, Muhls, Meaghers, Bakers and Shannons. We used to hold Neighbor Fairs on our patio out back. I babysat for the Tomlinsons and Andy Nelson, he played for the Baltimore Colts. Milk and eggs were delivered to your door in those days. I remember our dog used to steal them from the Bowens front porch down the street. Our biggest house project was to convert the garage into a family room. I am so proud these days as I drive by and see the owners have taken pride in my family's home as it continues to grow. It's so lovely, my parents would be so happy. My family is all gone now but I will always hold the Orchard Hills memories in my heart..

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Kevin J O'Brien

6:57 pm on Saturday, October 22, 2011

I stumbled on this article somehow and was brought back to a wonderful time in my life. This is Kevin O'Brien from 107 Warwick Drive. Living in Atlanta GA and Kathy is living in San Francisco. I am going to send her a link to this article and I'm sure it will bring warm thoughts of a simpler time. Growing up in Orchard Hills was full of great memories and you all have brought them back in a way to bring a tear to even my eye.

Joanna Bell

7:12 pm on Saturday, July 2, 2011

Dee and Jaci, thank you so much for your lovely comments! Please click forward and see Part II of the series! I am hoping to write a Part III for next week -- would be happy to interview you to record your memories for it! Let me know at jmfbell@comcast.net.

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sharon Patterson Denitto

2:51 pm on Sunday, July 3, 2011

Back in 1986, after residing oversears for years I asked my husband to drive by my old house on 102 Warwick Drive. I still remember the old zip code which we had just been told 21093. As I sat in front of the house which faced a small wooded area which Susa Lewis had a small log cabin type of playhouse. A woman came out asked asked me what I was doing there. I said I use to live in that house - we were the first and I just wanted to see it again because it would probably be my last time. She said would you like to come in and see it. She said she bought the house from someone who bought it from the Pattersons (my family) so I guess she felt I wasn't a kook. I asked did the basement still have the wood walls with the squiggles like worms had made tracks in it. She said yes but we painted the walls white. one year the snow was so high, we were out of school for a week. Our house had gas, the mothers were up in our kitchen cooking and talking. The kids were in our basement with the gas logs playing board games and the fathers were all at the Knapps playing poker. Thank you Jaci for finding this for me. Joanna Bell please contact me at DoxieDenittodd@aol.com - I have even tried to see the house on google earth.

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Rebecca Watson-Harrison Nelson

6:14 pm on Sunday, July 3, 2011

I am the other little Patterson girl. I was only 3-4 when we moved into 102 Warwick Drive the house next to the Knapps. Un-like my Sister Sharon I did not get a chance to see the place I grew up in again but can trace every room in my mind. I was known as Becky Patterson, the little Tom boy. I tore many a pants in the apple trees in the orchard. Down the hill on the Warwick drive a lady had an owl in her basement and let all the children that ran her doorbell come in and see the wonder. On the other side of the block, Orhoridge Rd. I can remember a woman practicing her opera. What a magnificent voice I would remember.
Our Grandmother (who lived with us) Elizabeth Seibert babysat a lot of the neighborhood children with me tagging along.
The Winters were very cold which meant standing for the school bus unbearable but fun digging igloos in the snow drifts that came all the way up to my bedroom window.
The Summers were very hot. I can remember sitting on the curb popping the tar bubbles in the road waiting for the ice cream man.
I made my first skateboard with a 2x4 and my separated roller skate hammered onto the board. Learning to ride it down the hill on Warwick Dr. avoiding the tar in between the sidewalk sections. You hit one of those and you went a flying.

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