Have you ever heard of the old Love Point Hotel? Set on the northernmost tip of Kent Island, Maryland along today’s Route 18 (or Love Point Road), it was romantic as all get out, with sandy beaches, elegant porches, and long, lovely lanes perfect for strolling hand in hand, as you can see from the photos here and below.
It opened in the early years of the 1900s, when ferries and steamboats were docking right nearby. Love Point quickly became a popular place with couples enjoying a getaway from Baltimore. The romance of the place was even celebrated in a poem from those days named after the hotel:
Here comes the steamer, the lovers are here,
Jack with his daisy and John with his dear;
Soft crabs for dinner and oh, what a dream,
Peachcake for supper, and then the ice-cream!
Red roses fair on her cheeks of rose-red,
And these are the words that her true lover said:
“Good-by to the city,
To Love Point away;
The wind’s on the water,
The boat’s on the bay!
From toil and from trouble
Lighthearted we’ll glide,
With lunch in a basket,
A girl at my side!”
The author of that poem was Folger McKinsey, who grew up on the Eastern Shore in Elkton, Md. and ended up working for fortysome years at the Baltimore Sun as a reporter, columnist, and “staff poet”—really, they had such a title in the newsroom back then.
To give you a little more flavor for the romance of the place, here is what the writer Brent Lewis has to say in his book, Remembering Kent Island,” about one of the regular weekend festivities held at Love Point.
Those Saturday night dances were magical for visitors and locals alike. The luxurious dining room would be transformed from a space that sustained the body to one that nourished the soul. An orchestra would strike up and beautiful music would waft across the water on gentle bay breezes. It’s easy to imagine the romance of those nights and the love affairs that were kindled there.
The glory days of Love Point were kind of short-lived, alas. Business took a big hit when the ferry service on Kent Island was relocated to Matapeake in the 1930s. A few years after that, steamships stopped coming in as well.
The hotel closed in 1947. It sat vacant for a couple of decades before burning to the ground in the 1960s. Keep scrolling to see a few more scenes of the old place.
—posted by Jim Duffy on Feb. 14, 2019
PS: If you are interested in Mr. Lewis’s book, Remembering Kent Island, you can find it in regional bookstores as well as here on Amazon.
PSS: If you are curious about that reference in the poem to “peachcake for dinner,” here is an article from the Baltimore City Paper about how that German dessert has qualified as a Charm City delicacy since way in 1884.
Now for those extra pictures I promised: