Arthur lived with his parents in Texas until about age 12, when they returned to his father's home state of Maryland. In 1891 he graduated from the University of Maryland Medical School and began practicing in Baltimore.
About the turn of the 20th century, Arthur moved to Brownsville. He was well-known throughout the Pleasant Valley. He was a friendly doctor, and a very good one, and had a special way with children. He was a lover of the outdoors and there was no where he loved more than Pleasant Valley. He travelled everywhere there, on foot, by horseback and by buggy. He even wrote a poem about his love of Pleasant Valley and it appeared in the 1906 History of Washington County. It is very long, but the first part goes:
Beloved Valley, where the Soul oppressed
Turns for comfort and finds rest;
Adorned with nature's lavish hand
Fairest of vales in Maryland
Living in rustic grace between
Thy towering mountains, crown'd with green.
Here chants the bird his sweetest lay,
Bidding the restless stranger stay;
And nature speaks with all her charms,
Lulls fear to rest and vice disarms.
Ye Sylvan mountains, can we view
In other climes a friend like you?
Arthur lived with his parents in Texas until about age 12, when they returned to his father's home state of Maryland. In 1891 he graduated from the University of Maryland Medical School and began practicing in Baltimore.
About the turn of the 20th century, Arthur moved to Brownsville. He was well-known throughout the Pleasant Valley. He was a friendly doctor, and a very good one, and had a special way with children. He was a lover of the outdoors and there was no where he loved more than Pleasant Valley. He travelled everywhere there, on foot, by horseback and by buggy. He even wrote a poem about his love of Pleasant Valley and it appeared in the 1906 History of Washington County. It is very long, but the first part goes:
Beloved Valley, where the Soul oppressed
Turns for comfort and finds rest;
Adorned with nature's lavish hand
Fairest of vales in Maryland
Living in rustic grace between
Thy towering mountains, crown'd with green.
Here chants the bird his sweetest lay,
Bidding the restless stranger stay;
And nature speaks with all her charms,
Lulls fear to rest and vice disarms.
Ye Sylvan mountains, can we view
In other climes a friend like you?
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