Afterward, we drove down the road looking for the Maddox Post Office and the Green Springs Farm where Samuel had lived. We never found the town post office and I was disappointed. But after all, it's been three hundred years. I reread the land description I'd brought along to guide us. The Chaptico wharf road corner had to be the place!!!!
It amazed me that the “Maddoxes” were so well thought of, and that the women kept the Maddox in their name. They were suitably impressed though, that I was an actual Maddox--not a Maddox "something".
Now that we were a little more sure where Green Springs actually was, we started our search for the Samuel Maddox homestead. We saw a man with a gun coming out of the heavy brush of the bluff, so we stopped. The hunter came walking up to the rear of my Explorer and I introduced myself as Mr. Maddox and I told him we were looking for old Green Springs Farm. He said in a heavy Maryland accent, "I see you are." My Missouri license plate reads, "Maddox." And with a big smile, he pointed up the bluff and said this is Green Springs. His name is Mr. Lathom, and he leases old Green Springs--all but ten acres where the old house stood. He told us the house property is still owned by an elderly woman who he thought might now be in a nursing home. We asked permission for a look see and he said he thought that would be fine. He pointed out an old driveway to the top of the bluff; this was very nearly totally overgrown. Because it was getting dark, we set our plans on an early morning expedition.
At about 200 feet up, there was some old boxwood lining the drive! And we wouldn't be able to go much further. Nearly at the top, the driveway turned left and was impassable time to stop. We bailed out of our Explorer and took off on foot, wondering if we'd be disappointed . It’s so overgrown up there, we can't see much and there was no sign of the Maddox house called Green Springs Farm that we so wanted to find. Now, instead of low brush to make our search easier, we found much taller trees that obscured our view. On the ground, we saw bits of junk and trash scattered around in the weeds. We trampled on. T he top of the hill was flat, and under the weeds, we saw sandy soil.
About twenty five yards into the woods, we spotted an old barn-like out-building! As we moved closer, we saw it was mostly still standing and we wondered and hoped this would be a real find! What was it? Just a shed? An old slave quarters? This could not have ever been a house. We were deep in the woods. There were sure no signs that said "This way to the Maddox Green Springs Farm". So we shot a few pictures and looked around more. Without the trees it would have been a good view to Chaptico River over a mile away. There are still some fields nearby but no house and so we wondered which way was it back to the car. We started back in the direction of the Explorer and here was more boxwood! And there, through the weeds and trees, we spotted the red color of our old trusty Explorer. But wait. Within fifty feet of us was a roof collapsed to the ground!
An 18 hundred mile drive from Kansas City to Maryland and we had stopped within 50 feet of it. We almost missed it!
Mr. Raley’s words came back, when he said he could still remember old Captain Maddox sitting out in the front of the big old white house on the bluff. I handed my camera over to Rosalyn and worked my way around the whole house just looking. It was hard work to move around because of the weeds and brush. I was almost all the way around when I came to the remains of a chimney with piles of bricks. I thought I must have some of those old bricks from Green Springs! My Grand Dad (Samuel Everett Maddox) spent the last 15 years of a short life making bricks in Weir, Kansas. I wondered, how much history is here...how old are these old bricks? I don't know, but I have a few as souvenirs to go along with my pictures.
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