Bolton Hill’s Gary Anderson earned a place in the pantheon of graphic design when as a young man he won a contest to design a symbol that could be printed onto paper to signify that it was made of recycled paper. That symbol, with three arrows rotating in a circle, is now universally recognized as the recycling symbol, and can be found on paper products, trash receptacles, and merchandise across the globe.
When the steering committee of Bolton Hill’s Gray Panthers group decided to stage a salute to people who have lived in the neighborhood for half a century or more, they started out with just a half dozen names.
BHCA and its Gray Panthers Task Force will host a reception on Friday, Feb. 28, from 3 to 5 p.m. to honor some three dozen Bolton Hill residents who have lived in the neighborhood for 50 years or more.
Lauren’s canvases are based on photographs shared with her from family and friends, and they were chosen because they resonated with her in a meaningful way. Every painting has a story, and the stories are poignant.
Bolton Hill is served by Baltimore City’s Smokestack Hardy Fire Station, just a few blocks west of Eutaw Place at 405 McMechen St. If you live near McMechen, you surely have heard the sirens. Ever wonder about the guys who serve on those trucks and what their jobs are like? Casey Novak, a third generation firefighter who leads the engine company, answered questions.
John von Briesen has railroading in his blood. His father was a B&O Railroad worker. His mother worked in B&O personnel. John’s first job out of high school was with the B&O. The same was true of his brother.
Every year around Thanksgiving, Doug Kelso creates a bustling multilevel cityscape in miniature – a matter of six feet within the two front windows of his house on the 1400 block of John Street.
In 1961 a group of children who played lacrosse and other games on Bolton Hill streets were part of a campaign to create a playground on city-owned property where W. Lanvale St. overlooks the Howard St underpass at Rutter St., across from MICA. They called themselves “The John Street Park Club.”
A peculiar piece of Baltimore charm, our city is one of the last to host arabbers (pronounced AY-rabbers), colorful horse-drawn fruit carts that can be seen rolling through Bolton Hill. Arabbers and their equine companions have been delivering fruit and produce to Baltimore neighborhoods since before the city’s founding in 1729, long before Uber Eats or Instacart or even the idea of supermarkets.
At 48, Dr. David Heiber lives in a gorgeous old brownstone on Eutaw Place, tries to run every day up Eutaw to Druid Hill Park and back, and will tell you in a minute that his five kids, who range in age from 24 to one born just last month, bring unique joy and energy into his life. His family, he says, is the foundation of his existence and the core purpose of his life.
