Yes, most people know you simply as “The Roundhouse,” but I know you better than that. You aren’t round, you are an icosikaidigon, or twenty two sided polygon.
Unremarkable rowhouses now line the rolling hills where the conifers of your grand estate stood. The weeping willow, that persistent antebellum symbol, is long gone too, and your winding carriage path is now a straight road lined with too many cars. I should admit (embarrassed as I am to tell you) that I live in one of these unremarkable rowhouses.
I didn’t notice you at first. I don’t think most people did, which is strange because you are the most striking building on the block.
The first time I saw you, I was driving down South Street. I felt that I had known you forever. You were in my dreams for ages.
AIABaltimore’s Women in Architecture Committee and the Baltimore Architecture Foundation seek the support of sponsors for a History of Women in Architecture in Baltimore Exhibition in 2015! Sponsorship is tax-deductible, and will benefit research, speaker fees, programming, and creation of…
I wish I could have seen you in your prime. Vestiges of your splendor remain—gilded ballrooms, grand chandeliers, lavish boiserie—that fill my mind with romantic images of your romantic past.