My Last Byline: Dot Clark Recalls Journey as a Reporter

By Dot Clark (June 2023)

Dot Clark at the Salisbury Times
Dot Clark at the Salisbury Times in 1962

Memories are like lightning bugs – flickering into your mind when you least expect them. A muddy field, an approaching tropical storm, or a train derailment can bring them sharply back when you least expect them. But first, you need some background on how I found my way to the Cecil Whig more than 50 years ago.

My husband, Bob, and I were both newspaper junkies. After I finished college at Frostburg with an A.A. degree in English, my first job was at the (then) Salisbury Times.

I spent the first few months proofreading. Apparently, I did well and was shortly transferred to the newsroom.    All men, of course, except me and the Woman’s Page editor. At first, my tasks were primarily writing headlines and doing re-writes, i.e., taking stories from another newspaper and re-writing those that pertained to the lower shore. Next, I transcribed articles from a microfilm machine for the “Look Back” series.


My First Front-Page Story

My first big front-page story was an interview with Miss America 1962, Maria Beale Fletcher. She had also been crowned Miss North Carolina in 1961. Another big story was an Interview in Chincoteague with Misty and her new foal Stormy, born March 11, 1962, during the infamous March Storm that inundated the shore. A photographer who went with me was Mel Toadvine, who later became the Editor.

Bob was working in the printing department reading linotype galleys (backwards) and running proofs for the proofreading team. We were married a year later and subsequently moved to Washington, DC, where he was able to finish his printing apprenticeship at Merkel Press (Sports Illustrated, and other magazines). After taking typing classes and shorthand in Salisbury, I transferred from reporter to secretary at the U. Md.

In 1968, we moved to Cecil County to a small 20-acre farm near Calvert. Now a certified printer, Bob joined the printing division at the News Journal. Happily, unemployed and with a toddler to chase. I turned my attention to horses and gardening. When our second child was six months old, it was time for me to get back to doing something that earned a paycheck. A classified ad for a proofreader at the Cecil Whig lured me in for an interview. But there, my plans changed. Instead of proofreading, the editor (Steve van Cleve, or was it Larry O’Hara?) squashed the proof room idea and offered me a job as the Woman’s Page editor.


Twelve Years at the Cecil Whig

And so began my 12-year (1970-1982) stretch with the Cecil Whig. At that time, prospective brides filled out a form that then had to be typed into an article. “Social News” was handwritten by little old ladies all over the county. It wasn’t long before some of the ladies found out I lived near Calvert and saved so much time by just bringing them to my home on Sundays.

I hadn’t been there very long when a new editor was hired. Don Herring from a major newspaper in Indiana. He was a friend of Steve Van Cleve and arrived to take over when Steve moved on to California.

The Whig was published weekly on Wednesdays. Mondays were quite busy for all of us. Carty Dennison was the Sports Editor. Clark Samuel, who was the editor at the Cecil Democrat, brought in copy for his paper, which was printed at the Whig. Others I remember who worked in our department over the next few years (not all at the same time) were: Trudy Wilson, Beth and Neil Hannum, Barbara Halliday, Frank Fantini, Terri Peddicord. Paul McKnight, and Jeff Mezzatesta. Dick Frear was our photographer.

When Dick grabbed a job with Congressman Mills, he moved on and eventually got his dream job with National Geographic. He was replaced by Jim Cheeseman.

In addition to the Woman’s Page, I was also responsible on Mondays for calling funeral homes for obituaries and calling Union and Harford hospitals for new babies born.

Typing them into stories as well as sometimes a feature story for the Woman’s Page. By Wednesday, we collapsed in relief and eagerly read the paper front to back, looking for typos and to see what other members of our crew had been doing during the past week.


Rodeo Earl

An occasional visitor to the Whig was Rodeo Earl Smith. It was always exciting when someone recognized his old beat-up red pickup truck and people started to escape out the back and side door! It was a comical sight at the Whig. I don’t think a fire alarm would have had the same reaction. The reason for his visits was simply to talk to his friends.

Apparently, it was only the Big-Whigs he wanted to see (no pun intended). I don’t think he ever came into my office. And I won’t mention the names of those who disappeared. Ted Rue and Jerry Rutt (advertising) didn’t seem to mind his appearance. He didn’t particularly want to talk to any of the females in the office. And then he’d leave an hour or so later. And the miscreants would magically re-appear. I think they were hiding upstairs…..

Rodeo was a character around the county for many years. Usually dressed in his best cowboy outfit and a big hat, he was also known to visit the local “watering holes” around town on Friday nights. In fact, I was told (by a reliable source) that it was not unusual for him to have a police escort to see that he safely got to his home in Perryville after a night on the town. One car in front of him to lead the way, and another behind….. (so I was told).

Somewhere during those years, I also became responsible for weather-related stories. Storms, hurricanes, snow, and floods dropped into my lap. Suddenly, my stories were on the front page with a byline. I thought I had reached the pinnacle of my career – but I was wrong there was more to come.

Rodeo Earl (center) at the Sheriff’s Office in the early 1970s with Sheriff Tom Mogle (far left) and Maryland State Trooper Walt Wassamer (far right) (Source: Cheeseman Cecil Whig photo in the collection of the Historical Society of Cecil County)

Our office at the front of the building was U-shaped with two entrances next to each other. A brick wall separated two desks on one side and two on the other. The wall ended about 10 feet before the outside wall. We were continuously walking around from one side to the other. At some point in the early ’70s, Don popped over to my desk and said, “How would you like to be our police reporter?”


The Police Reporter

I’m sure I stared at him for several seconds before I said, “Sure, why not?” Now I had a real beat. We had sports covered, county government was a beat, and now I had my own. And then suddenly realized I was the first female to cover the police beat in the Whig’s history. My whole schedule changed. Woman’s Page stuff had to be done by Friday, except obits and births.

On Monday mornings I left from home and drove to the MSP barrack in North East. There were no press releases in those days. It didn’t take long for the sergeant on duty at the front desk to just hit the unlock button and let me into the offices. The last sergeant I remember was Frank Horseman. Betty Weed was the secretary. I always stopped first in the captain’s office for a quick overview of the past week. I don’t remember all of their names except Larry Rush and Murray Szep. From there, I freely walked downstairs to the criminal division for the latest on drug raids, homicides, etc.

The troopers down there were a select bunch of professional sleuths. Two of them I remember well were Bob Ventura and Fran Dixon. One day I admitted I didn’t have a clue what marijuana smelled like. One of them took me into the lab in a back room where a small dead plant was sitting on the counter and promptly set it aflame with his lighter. “There ya go,” he said. I guess that was my test for entry into the criminal division.

dot clark, police reporter

I was similarly initiated at the Cecil County Sheriff’s office, then in the old building on North Street. After being welcomed by Sheriff Sam duPont, he sent me upstairs to meet their criminal investigator – Bernie Johnson. Bernie didn’t waste any time to introduce me to criminal cases. After greetings and introductions, he walked across the room, opened a closet and threw me a pair of boxer shorts covered in dried blood. I caught it just as he asked, “What do you think of that?” And I said something like: “Looks like somebody needed a really big band-aid.” He burst out laughing and said, “You’re gonna be OK.”

At another time in my career, I entered the NE MSP barrack one morning. Sgt. Horseman smiled and unlocked the door and I walked downstairs to the criminal department, opened the door and faced a group of men in outlandish attire. Gold chains, tattoos, long dirty hair, and I turned right around and left. Then, just a few steps away, I heard laughter, and one of the men opened the door and ushered me safely back into the office. Turned out the motley crew were part of undercover troopers on the narcotics squad. They had a big laugh about my misunderstanding.

Somewhere along my history with MSP Barrack, I got an offer for a ride in their helicopter. I was just figuring out how to get aboard when they got an emergency call and my flight was cancelled. On another occasion, I rode with a trooper when they had just received the latest radar speed detectors.

I did bump into Larry Rush some months after he had retired. He was a “greeter” at Walmart. I almost didn’t recognize him. He had sprouted a handsome mustache! He admitted he had waited years to have one.

It wasn’t unusual for me to be sitting at my desk writing up a police story from my collection of notes and stop suddenly. Was that statement “on the record” or not? And I always called to be sure it was ok to print. Or not.

I also recall a Sunday when I was driving on 272 from the grocery store in North East and suddenly saw a blinking red light behind me. Now who in the heck would pull me over? They all knew my 1963 beige Buick. But this trooper I had never seen before. There I am attired in my old ragged red quilted barn coat and an “old lady” bandana tied under my chin. After showing my license and registration, he gave me a warning for doing 55 in a 50 mph zone.

On Monday, I made my usual first stop at the NE Barrack. Sgt. Horseman let me in and I stopped at the Captain’s desk to find out who had written me a warning the day before. And he burst out laughing. It could only have been their newest rookie sent to the barrack last week. I hope the poor guy didn’t get too much ribbing from his new flock of buddies.

While I didn’t visit the MSP Barrack on 1-95 very often, I did call them regularly. On one occasion, I got a telephone call from one of our readers asking why he hadn’t covered the terrible accident last week on 1-95. I was totally blank. How could I have missed that? I had talked to the sergeant at the barrack and was told all was quiet that week. I called them again to figure out how this accident was missed. The sergeant admitted to me that there had been an accident, but there were no injuries and certainly not a fatality.

What happened? The driver had lost control of the vehicle and on its first roll, the driver was thrown out of the car and landed on the embankment. From there he watched his car continue to roll down the highway over and over and finally came to rest on the shoulder. And then he had walked down to see what was left of the car. I did return that call to the person who had made the inquiry and explained what happened and why it wasn’t published.

Another regular Monday visit for news was the Elkton Police Department, located behind the City Building on North Street downtown. Tom McIntire was the chief of the department. And I fondly remember Willie May, Ray Murphy, Joe Zurolo and Marshal Purner. One of the memorable stories from them was when Zurolo fell and broke a leg chasing a suspect.


Photography

Photography was not on my list of duties. But there came a day when Don handed me a camera and sent me off to an accident at the intersection of Rt. 279 and Blueball Road. Cheeseman was not available. My expertise with a camera was a little Brownie. It’s OK, he said. Just look into that little window and push this button. That was my first lesson in how to operate a camera. The incident turned out to be a double fatal accident. I took a couple of shots of the damaged vehicles. But the most poignant photo I did not take. I couldn’t. It was one of the MSP troopers that I knew and he was holding a small bundle in his arms with tears in his eyes. He didn’t see me. And I turned away.

There were only three photographs that I keenly remember that were published during my years at the Whig. I don’t remember who took them. But one was a shot of an MSP trooper driving really slow along the shoulder of 273 – with a horse walking behind the car and a rope attached to the bumper. The second one I remember was probably taken by Cheeseman: An MSP car parked near the Courthouse with an Elkton Police Department ticket on the windshield. The third was a photo by Dick Frear. One of his most famous pictures was a butterfly sitting on an empty beer can. I was crushed when he told me that the butterfly in fact was a dead one that he had picked up and staged on the beer can.


Rosemary Culley

One of my best friends to be was Rosemary Culley. At the time, she was an emergency operator located in the basement of the county courthouse. She was widely known throughout the county when she had initially single-handedly dealt with the major airplane crash at the Turnquist Development on Delancy Road in 1963. That deadly crash was a few years before I met her. However, there was an event several years after that crash that was never published.

A woman who lived in that area came into the Whig one day and wanted to know why we had never published the story about the ghost in that development. She then told me her story: She claimed that several of the folks who lived there had seen the ghost of a little boy. She described him as about 5 years old. He had blonde hair and always seemed to be looking for his mother. She said she had seen him herself a few times, always at the top of her stairs and crying. Most of the homes in that area had been built on the site where the plane crashed.

Unfortunately, none of the witnesses who had seen that ghost wanted to be named publicly. And I had to tell her that without names to document their story, it could not be published. Rosemary and several others I asked later had not heard the story.

One of the many memorable events with Rosemary occurred at the “Housing” (Grand Opening) of the new firehouse on Singerly Road. After all the speeches were over, she came to me and said, “Come on. The crew is going to give us a ride in the snorkel.” What? I thought she meant the truck. But the ride turned out to be in the lift basket. And I’m scared to death of heights! But there we were with no turning back and a few minutes later we were high enough up to see the traffic on Route 40. All the whooping and hollering below quickly made us realize it was windy up there and we were both wearing skirts! I think we were “set up” for that hoist to the skies!

As I mentioned before, my old ’63 Buick was widely known by most police around the county. But it really came in handy for another local plane crash. It had happened about 4 a.m. in a wooded area on Middle Road. When I got to work, Don sent me up there to see what I could learn. I hadn’t even thought that other news media would be ahead of me. But there they were. All the area TV stations: Baltimore, Wilmington – all lined up and parked on the side of the narrow road. Fire police weren’t allowing anybody into the site. The road was blocked by yellow tape. They were all just sitting there – waiting. And then the fire policeman recognized my old unmarked Buick and waved me in! I’m sure all the news crews didn’t have a clue who I was – maybe a member of the family? I didn’t care what they thought. Another fire police member showed me to a parking spot. I could have hugged him – but didn’t. It was Tuesday. Our deadline day.

I could have walked to the crash site – but was told it was deep in the woods and muddy. But they were all talking about it – and I listened. The plane was upside down. A small plane and the two men had been identified as navy personnel. Both dead and hanging from their seat belts in the upside-down plane. The original theory was that they had been flying in the dark and somehow were flying upside down when the plane crashed – with no evidence they had even tried to avoid the crash.

Blissfully, I sailed back to the Whig, waving to all the reporters and camera crews as I went thru the long lines on both sides of /the road. The story was the top front-page headline when the Whig was run on the press Tuesday night and “on the streets” (as we say) on Wednesday morning. Don was ecstatic. The TV crews held back were too late for morning editions and what was published in evening papers had only the basic facts and apparently they had not been given the details that had freely been given to the local paper. Maybe by then they had figured out who that strange lady in the old car had been.


My Most Challenging Interview

My most challenging interview came unexpectantly and was never published. It was a quiet day in the newsroom with just Don and I working in the newsroom. A man walked into the Whig and told the receptionist he wanted to talk to the police reporter. She directed him to me and as he approached my desk introduced himself as Bruce Johnston. He wanted to tell me a story about our Sheriff Jack deWitt. According to him, deWitt had “set him up” for an encounter in Chester County. First of all, he complained the Sheriff had no business or authority in the state of Pennsylvania. He rambled on and I dutifully took notes. I knew his reputation, of course and my comments were basically: “Is that so?” “Really? I didn’t know that.” while scribbling on my notepad. Don had quietly positioned himself behind the wall that separated us and was listening intently but unseen by Johnston. He occasionally peeked around the wall to let me know he was there.


Johnston finally left, and I sat there stunned. Don flattered me, saying I handled the situation perfectly. I don’t remember when this interview occurred. But it was obviously before the numerous homicides that ended his criminal career.

Johnston was the leader of one of the most notorious gangs in the history of Pennsylvania. The gang formed in the 1960s and had a long history of daring thefts and calculated robberies. The gang split in 1978 after an altercation between them. Johnston’s career ended in 1978 with a shootout between the two sides that killed six people – including his son James. His son, Bruce Johnston Jr. survived the shootout and testified against his father Bruce, Sr. Johnston and two others were convicted for the murders and sentenced to six years for each of the victims and the attempted murder of his son, Bruce Jr. He died of liver cancer in 2002 in the Graterford Prison in Pennsylvania. There was even a movie released in 1986 about the Johnston Gang titled “At Close Range.”

Working With Don Herring

Working with Don for 12 years was never a dull moment. During the first few days of his newly appointed position, we learned that his antique typewriter was a hallmark of his newspaper days even before he arrived in Elkton from a busy major newspaper in Indiana. We laughed at it. For antique, it was. An old black upright with round keys and clacked away as he typed with two fingers. He was actually quite fast at his typing, and we soon just ignored it. I hope somehow that old machine has made its way into a history museum somewhere.

There were no computers in those days. No cell phones for instant communication. No cameras as part of those phones. We all had typewriters. Mine was an IBM Selectric. Even the thought of”voice” typing was unheard of. Our photographer, Jim Cheeseman, didn’t have any of the new fancy camera equipment. All of our photos were on film that he rolled by hand and developed in a darkroom where he also made our prints. Before police/fire scanners came along, we had monitors. A green box with an antenna sat on the window sill in our office. Later I also had one at home.

As for the paper on which we typed our stories – that paper came from the giant rolls of paper used on the printing press. When we got low on paper, one of the guys in the press room cut a huge stack of letter size paper from those rolls – cutting it with a piece of equipment that could only be called a guillotine with the finished stack 1-2 feet high.

I have memories of Don that are not in the history books and not important in any way. They have stuck in my mind only because they were comical. Don had a sarcastic sense of humor and those who knew him will probably remember. For instance:

One year he gave me a present for Christmas. It was a fully typed page of just commas. He gave it to me as a one-year supply and said I should be sure to use them more often.

We went together to a train derailment along Route 40 near Elkton. Unable to even get into the area with roadblocks everywhere, he parked his car on the shoulder of the highway. We could see the overturned train and he hopped out of his car and said,” Come on – We’ll just walk across this field.” Midway across the field, we sank into a nice, cold, wet patch of mud. “I’ll ruin my shoes!” I said. “It’s OK,” he said, “Come on – We can buy you a new pair of shoes.” (The train derailment was the end-result of a test run of a high speed train. All traffic on the tracks had been closed for the event and there were no injuries to the train crew.)

On another occasion, I was headed off to an event I don’t even remember when I discovered my dear old Buick wouldn’t start. I headed back into the office and Don said, “It’s ok. Take my car.” and handed me his keys. On my way out the door, he said. “Be careful where you park. It doesn’t go in reverse.”

I distinctly remember another day when he was getting ready to leave for a meeting. It was raining hard and he pulled on his raincoat. I said to him, “You can’t wear that. The hem in the back is hanging down.” He promptly took off the offending raincoat. Laid it on his desk and used his stapler to “fix” it. Then he donned the coat and left totally unperturbed by the event. I’m pretty sure that incident confirmed my lesson to ”think outside of the box.”

One of his favorite personal stories: While stationed in Korea during that war, he was excited to have been among a huge crowd of young military officers and recruits to see Marilyn Monroe in person on a mission to cheer the troops. With hundreds of whistles and shouts, the crowd was thrilled to see her. It was the highlight of his military service. And the only one he ever talked about.


Tropical Storm Agnes

One of the major events in my years at the Whig was Tropical Storm Agnes in 1972. There were photographers from everywhere converging on the lower Susquehanna. Cheeseman was already out there, and I decided to stay in the office and make lots and lots of phone calls.

One of the reports from the local fire marshal was that two finished tunnel tubes at Wiley Manufacturing had been towed out into the middle of the river and loaded with explosives. The reasoning behind this action was that IF the Conowingo Dam collapsed the massive flood that would follow could tear the tunnels loose from their moorings at Wiley and rage downriver. If that had occurred, they could have slammed into the 1-95 and route 40 bridges and perhaps even the CSX and Amtrak railroad bridges. But that, fortunately, didn’t happen. In the local towns along the river evacuations were underway. In Cecil and Harford County police, fire and rescue crews scrambled to stay ahead of the imminent danger. Rosemary Culley and her crew in the basement of the courthouse made announcements and calls for help throughout the day.

don herring, cecil whig editor, Cheryl Mattix
Don Herring (seated at desk), the editor at the Cecil Whig, with some of the reporters (Source: Cecil Whig)

Late in the afternoon, a spokesman at the North East MSP barrack told me the water level on the north side of the dam was being monitored continually. An unidentified expert (I assumed a state engineer) had estimated a specific maximum height at which the dam could likely fail. I don’t’ remember the exact height. At home that evening, I listened to the monitor as MSP regularly reported the water height. I dared not lay down and fall asleep. Finally, at 4 a.m. the dam report was within inches of the danger zone. I drove down to the NE Barrack and waited for news. Within the next hour the water height had slowed and then stopped rising. We all cheered at that moment when the announcement was made and I went home to catch some sleep before going into work.

During those years as a police reporter, I sometimes noticed a mild rift between the State Police and the Sheriff’s Office. It was never mentioned or discussed. I assumed that the situation had begun in the 1940s when families flocked to Cecil County for jobs at the huge Triumph Explosives site near Elkton. Several families had also followed William duPont from Virginia. But for hundreds of years even preceding the increase in population, the sheriff’s departments had been responsible for serving warrants and other court related duties, maintaining security, and the local jail. The sheriff deputies were directly accountable to the citizens and their locally elected sheriff.

In those southern states from where most of those new arrivals came, were accustomed to a different range of duties. When they needed emergency help or assistance, they had routinely called the Sheriff’s office. At that time State Police handled traffic accidents, homicides, and criminal activities. In Cecil County both units had duties and responsibilities that frequently overlapped.


Returning to Cecil County

On my return to Cecil County after 15 years in Wicomico County, I realized that relations had improved. MSP and sheriff’s vehicles are now often seen working together at local incidents.

Another new advantage I quickly discovered upon my return must be a blessing for fire and police reporters today. The fire companies now take their own photos at the site of fires and post them to their websites. Reporters today don’t have to freeze their fingers and toes on a dark night taking photos and comments while stepping over a web of fire hoses and gratefully huddle on the nice warm side of a fire truck.

Over the past 40 years, Don and I kept in touch mostly by the old-fashioned telephone. At some point, we started referring to the paper as the “Whiglet.” When he and his parrot (Moe) moved to Hurlock to be closer to family, we occasionally met at the Cambridge Diner for a quick get-together as Bob and I traveled back and forth from Wicomico to Cecil County. I still miss my dear friend.

Covering Breaking News: Pan Am Flight 214 Crash

When Pan American Flight 214 Crashed in Elkton, news media outlets rushed to get a flash out on the story first. In line with demonstrating the effectiveness of the AP at covering rapidly unfolding events, the global wire service had a weekly newsletter where editors spotlighted AP breaking news coverage, and it focused on the accident.

For the Dec. 4-10, 1963, issue, the AP Log wrote, “The speed and thoroughness with which the Associated Press” moved into and surrounded “a spot-break major news story through member cooperation, stringer sources, and staff mobilization . . . was demonstrated dramatically” on three fronts, giving the wire service a 24-minute head start.

Within moments of the Sunday crash, two radio members — WSER, Elkton, and WASA, Havre de Grace — telephoned Baltimore AP while the Wilmington Morning News called the Philadelphia Bureau. With a head start, their stringer sources in the area covered developments until Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington staffers arrived.

Jim Hungate telephoned from WSER in Elkton first. (WSER, a daytime station on 1550 AM had just gone on the air three months earlier. “That was followed almost immediately by another call from Lee Robbins of WASA.

In Philadelphia, at almost the exact moment, Night Editor George Esper got the same information on a tieline from Harry Themal of the Wilmington Morning News, quickly supplemented by relay of that newspaper’s story, take by take.”

“Philadelphia newsman Stan Benjamin and photograph Bill Ingraham were the first to reach the rain-drenched disaster scene, reinforced shortly afterward by newsman George Bown and photographer Bill Smith from Baltimore, reporter Larry Osisu from Washington and news photo editor Bill Achatz from Philadelphia.”

“Most AP coverage was filed by Baltimore, where Night Editor Lou Panos quarterbacked the early hours of the operation. When the Wilmington Morning News was first with identification of the airline, which Philadelphia quickly inserted into Baltmore’s running story, the New York Bureau checked out the exact casualty total and went to work on the passenger list. Even before this, New York had filed some descriptive information on the accident, obtained by reporter Junius Friffin on a volunteered call from an eye witness, Arnold Turkheimer of the Bronx. In Philadelphia, staff James V. Lamb went to the airport for the story of relatives and friends of passengers awaiting the arrival of the plane.”

AP Log documents breaking new coverage of Elkton Pan Am Plane Crash.

In addition, broadcast outlets rushed to northeastern Maryland. One of the newsreel producers covering the tragedy was Universal International. Here’s the link to their footage

Another company, British Pathe, also provided a clip for its subscribers.

At WDEL Radio in Wilmington, Broadcast Journalist Joe Mosbrook had a preliminary bulletin on the air soon after the crash. 

Nuclear Attack Command Center Originally was the Scout Building

The plain concrete block building in the rear of the old county jail on North Street in Elkton was built in the middle of World War II. Elkton needed a building to serve as a center for Boy Scout activities, so troop leaders looked around and located some unused county land just off North Street.

Cecil County Civil Defense Nuclear Attack Command Cneter
The command center in the event of a nuclear attack was located in the basement of this building in the back of the old jail. The photo is from 2103

Representatives of the Kiwanis Club asked permission to erect a one-story structure with a basement on the county-owned space. The commissioners agreed and the Scout headquarters was dedicated on Oct. 10, 1943.

In 1957, as the Cold War heated up, the county needed a headquarters for its new Civil Defense agency, which had responsibility for coordination operations in the event of a nuclear attack. So the building was handed over to the disaster agency as the basement provided the best option for a control center.

Once Civil Defense moved to the courthouse in the second half of the 1960s, the structure served the county in other ways.

It was used in the 1970s as a live-in/work-out facility for inmates who worked during the day. This helped relieve the badly overcrowded jail, and later it provided office space for Cecil County’s Purchasing Dept.

Having gone from the Scout building to the headquarters for Civil Defense, the building was demolished in 2013 after the county sold the property to the North Street Senior Residences, an apartment complex for seniors.

The new Elkton Scout Building was dedicated in 1964 (Source: Cecil Democrat, Oct. 1943)

A Final Goodbye to Chief Frank Muller

ELKTON, November 10, 2023—On a somber, gray, rainy day, hundreds of people gathered at the Newark Avenue firehouse to pay their final respects to Chief Frank W. Muller, Jr. The 68-year-old emergency services leader, who dedicated his entire adult life to serving the community, passed away on November 7, 2023.

Following the service, the funeral procession made its way to Gilpin Manor Cemetery with the 1921 American La France Fire Engine from North East carrying the casket. “Old 38” was joined by a long procession of emergency vehicles escorting the cortege to Gilpin Manor Cemetery. There, with full fire department honors, he was laid to rest.

Chief Frank Muller North East Fire Company American La France
On the final ride to the cemetery, North East’s American La France passed under the crossed ladders.

The route to Gilpin Manor took the procession past the courthouse and his former fire station in the center of Elkton.  As the motorcade eased beneath the crossed ladders of aerial units from Perryville and Rising, a majestic American flag atop the towers fluttered in the damp breeze. 

At the graveside, the mournful strains of the bagpipe gradually faded off into the distance as uniformed first responders stood at attention. Toward the end of the service, the somber silence was interrupted by the crackling of a dispatcher’s voice transmitting the final call for Chief Muller over the radio.

Frank’s fire service career began as a 16-year-old in 1971 when he entered the ranks of the service as a probationary member with the Singerly Fire Company. This starting point 52 years earlier suddenly seemed very distant as mourners honored a life of remarkable service.

Frank headed to Ocean City to work as a “paid ambulance driver at the Maryland Shore,” after graduating high school. While rushing patients to the hospital on those busy summer days in the 1970s, the resort offered him an opportunity to become an advanced life support  (ALS) provider, a new initiative across the state. He became certified, and as ALS demands grew at the Shore, Ocean City Mayor “Fish” Powell asked the young man to return to the class to become the fire department’s ALS instructor.

He eagerly jumped at the opportunity and started training generations of ALS clinicians.  As the decade drew to a close, Frank returned home to Elkton, returning to his old volunteer role with Singerly Fire Company. In 1978, Frank taught the first class of advanced life support providers in Cecil County.

He also worked as a road deputy with the Cecil County Sheriff’s Office. As a certified law enforcement officer, Frank pioneered another innovation — the Deputy-Medic Program. Deputies were on the road 24/7, so why not have the officers certified as ALS providers support the volunteer ambulance crews, he reasoned.

With his extensive experience as a field caregiver and instructor, Cecil County hired him in 1988 to establish a paramedic program staffed by county employees. In 1997, Frank was appointed Director of Cecil County Emergency Services. The chief retired in 2007.

When Chief Frank Muller started with the department, it was primarily a Cold War agency, dispatching volunteer fire companies and planning how to protect Cecil County from a nuclear attack. Over the decades, he guided the department through significant changes as it took on many more responsibilities as public safety grew increasingly complex. After the September 11 attack, its work was significantly transformed.

As an innovator and leader, he guided the agency through tremendous growth, moving from primarily a dispatch and emergency coordination center to a government unit providing the full spectrum of public safety initiatives, including responding to natural disasters, hazardous material incidents, and attacks.

His unwavering commitment to the community, spanning six decades, will not be forgotten. During a distinguished career, the innovator established Cecil County’s EMS system and the modern Department of Emergency Services agency. Chief Frank Muller, a friend, colleague, and public servant, influenced many lives.  He will be missed.

For additional photos of the service, see this album on Facebook.

Moving an Elkton Cemetery

ELKTON — In the spring of 1883, William Singerly purchased ground along the Big Elk Creek for his pulp mill and wharf. But atop the hill that sloped gently down to the waterway stood the old family burial ground of the Hollingsworth and Partridge families, containing some eighty graves.

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The Hollingsworth section of the Elkton Cemetery. The graves was moved from along the Big Elk Creek in 1883

As the contractor dug away at the hillside just west of Bridge Street and alongside the creek, he discovered that it was necessary to remove the graves of people interred there, some over 100 years ago.

Singerly immediately hired a contractor to begin moving the Elkton cemetery. This involved establishing plans to move the remains, securing the permission of the relatives to relocate the graves to two large lots he purchased in the Elkton cemetery on Howard Street. There was sufficient room to accommodate all the reburials from the old family graveyard and surrounding ground, according to the Cecil Whig.

Superintended by Henry Wood, the excavation work revealed many graves, according to the newspaper. When the workmen discovered graves, they carefully removed as much of the remains of each individual as possible, placing them in strong, neatly made boxes, mostly for reinternment in the Elkton Cemetery.

If there were head or foot stones, Mr. D. Sloan, Elkton’s monument dealer, gathered them up and put them up at the Howard Street Cemetery.

Outside the enclosure of the old family graveyard, many people were buried without stones or slabs to tell who they were or when they were placed there. They were removed with the same care; the only distinction was that separate boxes were not given to them.

On March 27, 1883, the first day of the work, seven or eight graves were moved. Over the next few weeks, the work continued as the remains of some of Elkton’s earliest residents were moved. The oldest grave in the family burial ground was in 1740. The remains of the Rudulph family were taken to the Presbyterian cemetery for reburial. Charles R. Sewell, son of James and Ann Maria Sewell, was moved to the Sewell Family Burial Vault on South Bridge Street.

Within a week or so, the work of moving the Elkton cemetery was completed.

For Additional Photos – see this Album on Facebook — Vacating an Old Family Burial Ground

For More on the Elkton Cemetery, see the Fireman’s Plot

Airmail Plane Stopped at Elk Landing

For the 20th anniversary of the inauguration of the United States Airmail Service, Postmaster General James A. Farley and President Roosevelt created a week-long event to commemorate the occasion. As part of the celebration, the postal service made a commemorative first-day cancellation for National Air Mail Week, May 15-21, 1938.

The Post Office Department formally established domestic U.S. airmail service on May 15, 1918, with the inaugural route taking the planes up the east coast between Washington, D.C., Philadelphia, and New York, according to Wikipedia. After the service started, aircraft carrying express mail passed daily over northeastern Maryland.

For the local celebration in 1938, Postmaster J. Mercer Terrell arranged for an airmail plane piloted by Dr. A. L. Trussell to make the first stop in Elkton to pick up mail from the local post office. The aircraft landed at Elk Landing to collect a sack of letters containing the special cancellation.

The cachet with the headline ELKTON, MARYLAND showed an old stagecoach carrying mail over the old post road and an airplane flying overhead. A press release for the day called it “the fastest method of fast mail service.”

Source: personal collection

airmail service in Elkton; a special postal cancellation in 1938
National Air Mail Week in 1938, a special postal cancellation marking 20 years of airmail service.

The Rising Sun Theatre — The Curtain Went Up

On Dec. 10, 1947, residents in northern Cecil County welcomed the latest in entertainment as the new modern Rising Sun Theatre opened at 11 E. Main Street.

An eager crowd is lined up at the new Rising Sun Theatre in the center of town (Source: Cecil Whig)

A large crowd eagerly purchased tickets to watch “Dear Ruth” despite icy, hazardous conditions prevailing across northern Maryland.

Capable of seating 400 ticket holders, upholstered red leather seats with spring cushions provided comfortable seating in the auditorium. Also, modern projection and sound equipment in a fire-resistant projection booth presented the latest in the movie-going experience.

After the grand opening at the “Sun Theatre,” patrons throughout the area had a first-run movie theater of their own right in the heart of town.

William Buck owned the entertainment business, and a week earlier, he had closed the old theater in what was called “firemen’s hall” at the corner of Queen and Cherry streets. According to the Maryland News Courier, he had operated the town motion picture house for five years at the location, having acquired the enterprise from others.

“Firemen’s Hall” had been built in 1871 by the Odd Fellows and the Knights of Pythias, and over the decades, it had housed various businesses, including the picture shows. This building was demolished around 1964 to make room for a new firehouse.

The old Sun Theatre building still stands on Main Street a few building east of the town hall.

NOTES

Information about the opening of the Rising Sun Theatre from the Maryland News Courier Dec. 12, 1947, & Dec. 5, 1947.

Rising Sun, MD, 150th Anniversary Celebration (2010)

For additional photos from the Sun Theatre see this Facebook album

For more on other theatres in the county see this post: The Cecilton Theatre; the North East Theatre

The Underground Railroad in Cecil County – A Walking Tour in Cecilton

CROSSROADS TO FREEDOM WALKING TOUR

CECILTON – SEPT, 10, 2023 @ 1 p.m.

WALKING TOUR FOR INTERNATIONAL UNDERGROUND RAILROAD

MONTH

ABOUT ONE HOUR

FREE

For International Underground Railroad Month, enjoy this walk through Cecilton as we explore the story of the Underground Railroad in the land between the Bohemia and Sassafras rivers. During this casual Sunday stroll in the fine, historic community, gain an understanding of the area in the antebellum period, hear about freedom seekers in southern Cecil County, and visit Union Bethel AME Church, a historic house of worship.

Along the way, you will hear about Edward Richardson, Bishop Levi J. Coppin, and Private George Douglass, a Civil War Soldier.

The free tour, led by Historian Mike Dixon starts at the town hall., 117 West Main Street. To reserve your space, register by calling the town at 410-275-2692

This Underground Railroad Tour is brought to you by the Town of Cecilton, Union Bethel AME Church, and Cecil County Tourism.

underground railroad tour

Singerly Cottage

With William Singerly’s business ventures growing in Elkton, he erected a handsome three-story, ten-room “cottage” just a few blocks from the railroad station. The structure, known as the Singerly Cottage, faced an as-yet-unnamed street in a developing section of town, some papers calling it Maple Street. But today, it is known as Cathedral Street.

Work on the residence got underway in May 1885. In August the Cecil Whig remarked on the progress at the Singerly Cottage: “It is well worth a walk around to Maple Avenue to see the fine residence about being completed for Mr. Wm. M. Singerly of Philadelphia. While the style of architecture is new to most of our people, it is generally admired by all.”

The home provided for his use when he visited Elkton was finished around October of 1885. This handsomely furnished home cost about $17,600 to build.

The Philadelphia businessman died in 1898, and in May 1906, Union Hospital purchased the cottage. Soon after that, considerable remodeling was underway, fitting up Mr. Singerly’s home for use as a hospital.

For an additional photo, see the Facebook post

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An undated photograph of the Singerly Cottage (personal collection)

Summer White House: Elkton & Georgetown Proposed

In 1929, President Herbert Hoover’s administration started searching for a location for a summer White House. President Calvin Coolidge had recommended Mount Weather, near Bluemont, Va. But Herbert Hoover wanted an area accessible by both car and the presidential yacht. He also favored a place where good fishing and other outdoor recreation could be enjoyed.

The Eastern Shore Association had several; suggestions; one was the Kitty Knight House on the Sassafras River in Georgetown. It provided convenient access to the presidential yacht and excellent fishing.

In Elkton, business interests pitched “Creswell Hall.” It was once the home of Postmaster General John Creswell and was offered to the national government as the summer home. The current owner, William Selby, met with government officials in Washington to interest them in taking over the property built in 1840, the Morning News reported on April 3, 1929. The Cecil Whig favored the idea, noting that the selection of Elkton would be a great advantage to the town.

Another location was eventually selected to serve as the summer white house.

Click on this link for an album of additional photos

Creswell hall in Elkton was consdiered for summer white house
Creswell Hall about the time its owner proposed it for the summer white house. President Grant had visited here to stay with Postmaster General Creswell (Library of Congress)