All my life I’ve heard stories of Boscobel, the beloved Italianate home of my great-grandparents. The beauty of every room, the stories of balls held there, my grandparents’ romance, and my mother’s charmed childhood.
The property is now part of the National Park Service, with the structures where my mother grew up serving as offices for the Monocacy Battlefield park. But my interest in the place has nothing to do with Civil War history, and everything to do with my own.
So today, Katherine and I went to Boscobel .
Here’s what we saw:
The interior of house is not open to visitors. All three floors contain offices and conference rooms for Park Service staff. But we knocked on the door, interrupting their lunch hour, explained the family connection, and asked if we could see the interior. The staff there could not have been more accommodating. They welcomed us and gave us free reign of the whole house. I couldn’t have been happier.
So here’s a look inside. While there is no decor, you can see the scale of the house and it’s beautiful, interior detailing, as well as my favorite little surprise at the end . . .
The house and grounds are filled with beauty, and for me, a sense of romance. My Aunt Barbara, who traveled the world with my grandmother after my grandfather’s untimely death, even wrote a Daphne DuMaurier-esque novel centered around this house and land. If I can find a copy, I’ll let you know.
After this we continued on to see the others houses on the battlefield park. I’ll share those with you in the next post.
Thanks for reading!