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J.B. Seth was 71 years old when he finally got around to publishing his memoirs in 1926. The Talbot County native was an Eastern Shore railroad man in his work-life, but the part of his days that is the focus here is a boyhood spent in the Talbot County countryside during the 1850s.

To enjoy golden days a child should be brought up from infancy in the country. He needs room to expand and develop not only his body and its faculties, but his imagination and his soul. He learns to love nature and from it he gets many wholesome lessons. The city child knows nothing but the backyard and the streets and rarely has opportunity, amid the glare and noise of the city, to know even the moon and stars.

I was happy and fortunate to come into the world on an Eastern Shore farm. … I was born on … on Harris Creek, in Talbot County, Maryland, which is a salt, tidewater stream about three-quarters of a mile in width, running parallel with the Chesapeake Bay and two miles from it. This is a beautiful stream with banks free from marsh. In summer it is a good fishing ground and in winter has excellent gunning.

In my youthful days every day was a round of happy hours. We played hide and seek, we rode stick horses made of cornstalks, we harnessed our pet dogs to our homemade wagons, and played many innocent games, as it takes so little to make the country child interested and happy. He is never bored, there is so much to do and so many wonders to explore.

We boys went in swimming at an early age, learned to paddle a boat, to crab and fish, all of which add much to the joy of a boy’s life. One of our chief joys was to go barefooted, and we took off our shoes and stockings just as early in the spring as mother would allow, and put them back very sadly when the time came in the fall to put them on again.

Countryside of the Eastern Shore of MarylandFather allowed us to use a gun at an early age and we learned to be good marksmen. He was an excellent shot himself and attributed this in part to the training given him by his mother, who taught her sons to be economical and careful. She would give them a charge of powder and shot in the morning and if they brought home game they were allowed another charge, but if they failed, no more was given them for that day. My father confessed to his boys that in their great anxiety for more powder and shot he and his brothers were tempted, sometimes when it happened they brought down more than one piece of game with one shot, to save the extra pieces out and bring them in when they failed to get any and thus deceived their good mother.

When I was six years old I recall what to us small boys was a most exciting event. A man drove in, offering to take our pictures, daguerreotypes, they were. We stood on the lawn and had them taken—our first pictures. My picture I still have. I think all of us who can look back to the pleasant days on the farm will feel with me that the old song is true, “How dear to our hearts are the scenes of our childhood.”

Seth’s memoir of his time in Talbot County is titled Recollections of a Long Life on the Eastern Shore, and it is available online through a special Library of Congress collection, “The Capital and the Bay: Narratives of Washington and the Chesapeake Bay Region ca. 1600 to 1925.” Written in collaboration with Mary Seth (though I am not sure if that is a daughter, a wife, or some other relation), the J.B. Seth memoir can be found here.

–posted by Jim Duffy on Jan. 12, 2018


  • Sharon Lee Simmons-Keller says:

    This is great reading. I can remember those wonderful friend filled, fun, yet meaningful summer days of our childhood. I was taught to fish, crab, and soft-crab as well, by my parents. I would take the bus from Glen Burnie MD to the Manhattan Beach stop in Severna Park. From there I would cross Ritchie Highway, walking, suitcase and fishing pole in tow, to the end of Dividing Creek Road. I was excited to spend the weekend at my Grandmother’s home. I fished with a trusty “screw together” bamboo pole. Though the pole was not a fancy one, I caught many white and yellow perch from her pier on Dividing Creek. The biggest satisfaction was when she would clean them and fry them up for us all to enjoy at dinner.

    I could go on for hours describing those magical summers. Those days filled with discoveries and learning. The fun of safely wandering the area as their beloved dog Tippy followed me along. At times I would even gather the courage to walk to the mysterious Langville family graveyard. I often wonder if it is still there.

    In the mornings I would stroll down to the boatyard just a block from the house. It was owned by a son of my Grandmother’s second husband Samuel Langville. The sound of engines warming up and the sight of boaters scurrying back and forth, preparing to exit their piers at times made me envious. They were headed out to enjoy the great Magothy River and beyond.

  • Sharon Lee Simmons-Keller says:

    I repeated a paragraph and would like to correct/edit the writing. Can you help me?

    • It is corrected, Sharon Lee Simmons-Keller. Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful memories!

      • Sharon Lee Simmons-Keller says:

        Thank you, I was trying to put it in perspective – I love the stories from the past. Times were what seemed so much “simpler” then but I’m sure those who lived it would not agree that they were “simple”. Hard work and perseverance was the motto of the day then. The world’s greatest generation, and I agree.

  • Stan Davis says:

    We LOVE Secrets of the Eastern Shore, the content herein and elsewhere. But wondering why you head this particular post with a New England nautical scene instead of some similar painting of “kids at play” in a Chesapeake watercraft?

    • Thank you, Stan Davis, for your kind words! I don’t have a compelling explanation for the New England location other than (if I remember correctly) this is the image that I gravitated towards. There are times here and on Facebook where the images used are generic when it comes to geography. I will strive to remember your comment going forward and see if I can’t make that geography match more often …

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