Baltimore is an older East Coast city with more than 200 distinctive neighborhoods. It's a port and manufacturing city that flourished during the 19th century. Starting in the 1960s, these industries declined and ultimately vanished. Among the hardest-hit city neighborhoods was Hampden, which had originated as a mill village close to the Jones Falls. But about twenty years ago, artists and artisans began buying and renting the stone mills and cottages, as well as the hundreds of brick and stucco row houses on Hampden's tidy streets. Restaurateurs, antique and specialty store owners and service providers followed. This reborn residential-commercial area drew Baltimoreans hungry for good meals, special shops, and a stimulating life.
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| A creatively decorated antiques and home decor shop in Hampden |
You've heard this gentrification story before: it's happened in New York, Paris, London, and so many other cities. The end result is a lot of the old people are driven out. Hampden (we pronounce it HAM-den) may sound like Baltimore’s
own Soho, but what’s made it click is that the original residents welcomed the new folk, and the newcomer-artisans don't make gobs of money. They're as hardworking and warm as the Hampden originals.
Shared neighborly cheer reaches its peak with an event called “Miracle on 34th Street” or simply “The Hampden Christmas Lights.”
Shared neighborly cheer reaches its peak with an event called “Miracle on 34th Street” or simply “The Hampden Christmas Lights.”
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| Home on the right features some Baltimore icons: Natty Boh beer and Utz Potato Chips |
According to the neighborhood's holiday website, after World War II several households on the block of 34th Street between Keswick Road
and Chestnut Avenue began helping each other create holiday light displays. After all, during the war years, Baltimore homes had to paint over their window panes or cover them with dark paper to dissuade the anticipated Axis bombers. I've still got paint in the corners of some of my windowpanes.
Back to Hampden. As years passed, gaudy, kitsch, and wildly artistic Christmas décor has made one block of 34th Street the go-to destination for families from all over the city. Just imagine: starting Thanksgiving weekend in late November, the neighbors on the north side all string lights from their third-story row-house roofs right across the street to the neighbors on the south side, forming a canopy of sparkle. Electric bills go way up, but no corners are cut in creating this fantasy-land.
Back to Hampden. As years passed, gaudy, kitsch, and wildly artistic Christmas décor has made one block of 34th Street the go-to destination for families from all over the city. Just imagine: starting Thanksgiving weekend in late November, the neighbors on the north side all string lights from their third-story row-house roofs right across the street to the neighbors on the south side, forming a canopy of sparkle. Electric bills go way up, but no corners are cut in creating this fantasy-land.
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| 34th Street at night |
Hawkers are not allowed on the block, but established businesses thrive
on the neighboring avenues and 36th Street, which is simply known as "The Avenue." I got to be a part of that scene this year, when the Falkenhams hardware shop on Chestnut and 34th (a very old local business) and
The Food Market (one of the Hampden’s most popular new restaurants) generously offered
space and donated food for a service-trip fundraiser for the GreenMount School. My
husband, son and I sold hot chocolate and hotdogs and chilli to spectators of
all ages who’d come to marvel at the lights.
Here's a short Christmas Lights video giving a sweeping look at 34th Street in Hampden in a recent year.
You have to be in Hampden at night to catch the excitement and magnitude of the decorations. But midday in December is perfect for relaxed shopping and more photography.
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| A tree made of hubcaps on 34th Street |
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| A skeleton Santa holding a pie outside Dangerously Delicious |
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| Indian colors and tiny twinkling lights at The Verandah, a South Asian cafe |
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| A vintage Santa is the upstairs doorman of an antique shop |
I imagine the 19th-century mill workers and their families would not recognize their neighborhood in 2015, but they'd be pleased.
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