Preservation Personals: A Baltimore Beer Baron's Chesapeake Castle
If you’re curious, that bold, blue "B" above my front balcony stands for Bauernschmidt. But I suppose it could also stand for Baltimore—or beer.
I was the opulent summer home of noted Baltimore brewer Frederick Bauernschmidt, the son of another of Baltimore’s beer barons, George Bauernschmidt. In my heyday, I stood proudly on 44 acres, and his tired Belgian horses rested on my grounds after pulling wagons full of beer barrels around the city.
Those 44 acres are now occupied by the other lovely homes that make up my neighborhood on the Chesapeake shores, but my lot is still three-quarters of one. Although I’m less lonely than before, my Italianate details can’t be outdone, and I remain the street and neighborhood’s namesake.
Bauernschmidt acquired the property in 1904 and I was built around 1909. Rumor has it that my foundation is full of bricks scavenged after the Great Baltimore Fire of 1904! That’s just one aspect of my distinguished pedigree: I am a late example of Victorian-era Italianate detail, if you couldn’t tell from the classic square, hip-roofed cupola peeking above my roof line. My 14 rooms mean you’ll have plenty of space to live and entertain, and my 58 windows and their large panes let plenty of light in.
Although my gravitas comes from my storied past, I’ve aged gracefully. Previous owners began restoring me in 1980, and in 2003, the current owners finished the work. If you’re not convinced, my updated kitchen with shiny new countertops and modern appliances should win you over.