We lived in a Colonial Stone Farmhouse

We inherited a colonial farmhouse (called The Cub Hill House - the area around it was named after it) from my husband's parents. The original huge amount of land around it that had been farmed for several centuries had been sold off for development in the 1930s and all was left was three acres and the farmhouse and surrounding buildings. His parents could only afford the house, some buildings plus 2 acres. Another person bought the falling down barn and turned the slightly more modern garage into their house. 

The house was a wreck, a real fixer-upper and when we moved in, we continued the fixing up. The house used a hand-dug well that often ran dry in the summertime until the 1980s when we finally connected to the city water lines. The reason his parents had never gotten city water was that the water lines didn't pass our house.  The development built on the Cub Hill house land, got city water the minute the houses were built. We didn't have access until a development was built on the wooded lot across the street.

The house had no inside heat.  So his parents used kerosine heaters, which produced a greasy deposit on everything.  And it could only get the temperature in the house up to about 50 degrees in the wintertime. (Winter temperatures go below freezing often in Maryland winters -- at least it used to.) Each room also had fireplaces.  (of course -- Colonial times that's the way they cooked and heated.)  So my husband and his brother also used them in their bedrooms  the wintertime. 

After we moved in, we helped fund electrical heat in the kitchen/ dining room and began using a wood stove to heat the living room - which brought the temperature up into the 70s. nice.   We still used individual portable electric heaters in our bedrooms.  

Shoveling out after snowstorms was still difficult because of the long driveway to reach the road.  My husband used a snowplow attachment to his heavy duty lawnmower (a Gravely) to do a lot of it, but we also had to do a lot of hand shoveling. 

Now you know why I moved to southern California to be with my girls after my husband died -- I just couldn't handle the upkeep of this property by myself. 

There's an article about this house on Wikipedia which is only halfway correct.  The original writer actually used a picture of a different house that was build down the road from the actual Cub Hill House and some of his information was wrong.  My husband corrected the entry several times, but the original writer kept changing it back.  Too Bad. 

It was declared a historical site some years ago.  Near that traffic speed sign is a plaque stating it.