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After three months of renovations, the Patterson Park branch is back open to the public… with a new look!

 

Don’t worry! Curious George is still on his perch.  But, library customers will notice a more open library, with a reference desk right in the middle and computer banks on either side.

 

 

Carpets have been replaced, the ceiling repaired and there’s new paint on all the walls.

 

The iconic fireplaces have been cleaned.  There’s even an electric log in the fireplace that crackles, for perfect fireside reading.

 

 

 

And that’s just the start.  In the next few months, new furniture will be going in throughout the branch.  We’re also giving the garden a major makeover, so by this spring it will be in bloom.  We’re so excited for all the changes popping up at Patterson Park!

 

 

by Gregg Wilhelm

For all the time I spent at the Hampden Branch as a kid, I never truly noticed the great marble plaque that recorded the building’s date of construction and the benefactor who made it possible. Philanthropist Robert Poole funded the project at the turn of last century; the iron works he owned by the Jones Falls manufactured four cast iron columns that grace the library’s Greek revival facade.

The library opened in the summer of 1900, and one-hundred-and-seven-teen years later, the plaque was the perfect backdrop to a late-July evening reminiscing about Hampden history.

Presented by the Greater Hampden Heritage Alliance and hosted by photographer Denny Lynch, nearly 50 people showed up (old-timers and newcomers) to hear from guest speakers. My father, Fred Wilhelm, spoke about a picture he once possessed, but has since lost, of the Ku Klux Klan marching up Roland Avenue protesting the presence of Catholics in the neighborhood (ironic given colonial Maryland’s Catholic roots). He found a copy on the Internet to show us.

Fred grew up in Love Point on Kent Island with his mother and stepfather. During summers, he took the ferry to Baltimore and visited his paternal grandparents. His grandfather worked at several barbershops, the one I recall was attached to his and my great-grandmother’s house on Roland Avenue across from Engine 51 firehouse. That’s where my father met my mother, Joan, Hampden born and raised.

Joan remains a voracious reader, and there is no doubt that I inherited her love of books. We would venture to Branch #7 weekly, and almost daily during summer breaks. Hampden’s reputation as insular and homogenous is no doubt mostly deserved. Not many black people crossed our paths, but the library was one of the first places I encountered different people and learned from them. I remember Mrs. Essie Williams, an African American desk supervisor who worked at the Hampden Branch for over 20 years. She would recommend a book, help me check it out, and then I leapt from the library’s stone porch and tore up 37th Street to tear into another new world she introduced me to.

So many memories from Denny, my father, Debbie Falkenhan (Falkenhan Hardware), Alice Ann Finnerty (The Turnover Shop), the current owner of Dr. Albert Shelley’s distinctive concrete house built shortly after the great fire of 1904 (3849 Roland Avenue, adjacent to Shelley’s Alley), Guy Holliday (Stone Hill historian), and many in the audience, were shared Thursday evening. Perhaps my favorite moment of the evening was Sun photographer Amy Davis giving us a sneak peak at her new book about bygone Baltimore movie theaters, which features both The Ideal and The Hampden that once graced The Avenue. Alas, the debate over which theater was home to the “gold fish pond” was not settled (my father and I agree it was The Hampden).

When the librarian kindly kicked us out at 8pm, conversations and recollections continued on that same porch I leapt from so many times as a kid. Thanks, Pratt Library, for reminding us that the branches–the stories they hold and the stories they allow others to tell–are mortar holding together a neighborhood’s people.

Gregg Wilhelm grew up on Keswick Road, went to School 55, and marched in the Hampden Small Fry parade better than he played first base. He’s been publishing books since 1992, and in 2004 he founded CityLit Project.