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Essex, Maryland by Jackie Nickel
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(The Baltimore Sun, 8/31/1949)
Foundation work for a new firehouse for the Rockaway Beach Volunteer Fire Department has been started, and members hope to have the station in service by the time cold weather arrives.
They will do all the work on the one-story concrete block structure, which will have a tower for drying hose.
Organized three years ago, the company has about 100 active members.
Pending construction of a permanent station, their fire engine is housed in a converted double garage.
Charts H. Doing, county zoning commissioner, yesterday approved a commercial rating for the site of he new station, on the east side of Greyhound road at Turkey Point road. He stipulated that two-and-a-half times the area of the building shall be reserved for off-street sored by the firemen.
The Rockaway company protects the Back River Neck area south of Cape May road.
A. B. Fitzwater is fire chief, and other officers include John Neis, president; William Motschleidler, vice president; Fred Siegman, secretary: L. A. Sinclair, treasurer; William Flees, Charles Ziegler and F. L. Decker, trustees.
The new station will be financed from the proceeds of a series of crab feasts and bull roasts sponsored by the firemen.

Jackie's mom, Marian Nickel Moore McKew (front center) celebrating New Year's Eve at Rockaway Beach in Essex, Maryland, 1963.
“We didn’t go to the mall to visit Santa in 1969. We went to the volunteer firehouse. Rockaway Beach VFD held a yearly Christmas party for local kids. That’s me in my bubble head wig, my three boys, and Santa Steve Woomer.” — Jackie Nickel
My friend Scott Huffines’ mom, Jackie Nickel, passed away on Friday, August 17, 2007 at the age of 65 after a 6-year battle with cancer. All of us expect death as part of the birth-school-work-death cycle, but it always comes too soon. Jackie’s was too soon.
Jackie was the coolest friend’s mom I knew. She worked, for one thing, which was unlike other moms. And she worked hard, leaving behind several books and a writing leacy at the Essex Avenue paper. What I liked best about her was that she was truly interesting. You didn’t just make awkward, polite small talk with her, as you did with other parents. You had real conversations, because she was fun to talk to. She knew everything about Essex and most things about Baltimore and Maryland. At parties at Scott’s, I didn’t just say Hi and Bye, but would seek her out to talk about the Essex Cube or Precious the Skateboarding Dog or the proposed Essex Raceway or the inside dirt of local politicians. She was on top of everything and she was sharp. Just like a reporter. Just like a writer.
And Jackie treated everybody the same, regardless of who they were or what their title was. Whether she was talking to John Waters (as pictured below) or a local councilman, a next door neighbor or one of Scott’s weirdo friends (and there were many!), you were just people to Jackie.
I recall Scott telling me how happy Jackie was when, after yet another chemo treatment at the hospital and yet another room change, she was allowed to use her laptop. She hated being cut off from it. She wanted to write. I love that image of her in the hospital still trying to produce output, to generate ideas. That’s the image I’ll recall of Mary J. Nickel.
She wrote a lot in her lifetime. Thank God we have that left to stay with us, to carry on the conversation, to leave us with food for thought.
*** Other Thoughts ***
Here’s the death notice from the August 19, 2007 Baltimore Sun:
NICKEL , Jackie On August 17, 2007 Jackie Nickel; devoted mother of Scott Huffines and his fiancé Kristin, John Huffines and his wife Carolyn, Michael Nickel and his wife Christina; dear grandmother of Thomas Nickel.
A Private Cremation was held. The family will receive friends at the family owned Bruzdzinski Funeral Home P.A. 1407 Old Eastern Avenue, Essex at Route 702 (beltway exit 36) on Wednesday from 5 to 9 pm. A memorial service will be held at 8:30 pm. The public is invited to attend the interment of cremains in Oak Lawn Cemetery on Thursday at 11 am. In lieu of flowers memorials in her name to The Chesapeake Bay Foundation or Saint Jude Shrine will be appreciated.
*** HER BOOKS ***
In 2002, Chesapeake Publishing Co. (parent company of The Avenue News) published Jackie’s Memories of ‘Old’ Middle River: A Loving Look Back at the Town and its People, a 48-page history of Middle River from the late 1800s to post-World War II. The book, which was adapted and expanded from a series first published in The Avenue, evolved from Jackie’s interest in neighborhood revitalization. As a civic activist involved with a number of community organizations, she hoped to preserve the memories of a neighborhood undergoing change. Jackie wrote:
To head in the right direction, we have to look back and see where we’ve been successful in the past. I find so much pride in the people of Essex and Middle River. They have never forgotten their contributions to the nation in times of war and peace. We must pass this pride on to our ancestors and future generations of residents, especially those new to the community.
Baltimore County’s Office of Community Conservation supplemented the book’s printing and design costs with a grant of $2,000. According to the Essex-Middle-White Marsh Chamber of Commerce, copies of the book will be included as a welcoming gift to new residents of WaterView, compliments of Mark Building Co. Memories of ‘Old’ Middle River is carried by the Enoch Pratt Free Library and the Baltimore County Public Library and originally was available these select stores: Martin Aviation Museum on Wilson Point Rd., Squirrel’s Nest Antiques at Eastern Blvd. and Mace Ave., Wallace Engine Co., 1801 Eastern Blvd., Harrison Beauty Salon, Harrison Blvd., Fantasy Glass, Pottery Farm Station, Back River Neck Rd., and at Greetings and Readings. It’s also probably available at the Motion Picture Exhibition in Baltimore. Headley wrote: “Great job on the Middle River book! That’s the way books about neighborhoods should be.” That’s high praise coming from Robert Headley!
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On April 16, 2007, Arcadia Publishing published Jackie’s defining work, Essex as part of its Images of America series.
Arcadia described the book as follows:
“Advertised in a 1909 sales brochure as “The Rising Suburb of the East,” Essex, Maryland, has seen its fate and fortune rise and fall and rise again. The town enjoyed its early reputation as a haven for city dwellers with picnic groves, hunting and fishing clubs, dance halls, and waterfront amusement parks. The boom continued with new jobs and prosperity until the 1950s, when a fire destroyed much of the town’s main street. Economic decay set in as a result of the loss of industry and an influx of low-income housing. Several attempts at redevelopment and legislation failed, resulting in the residents’ distrust of government intervention. Finally a county-backed Renaissance project was established in 2002, bringing Essex a new epithet: “The Hidden Gem of Baltimore County.”
Here’s Jackie’s Arcadia bio:
Jackie Nickel has documented stories about her hometown of Essex as a community newspaper editor, reporter, and freelance writer for almost 30 years. A civic activist, officer, and board member of several community organizations, she has forged a deep commitment to the town and a love for the people and places she writes about. Nickel believes that the retelling of Essex’s difficult past will serve to cement community pride and define its future.

Above is a great shot of Jackie promoting her book as she stands amid the doll display at the Heritage Society of Essex and Middle River Museum. (Sun photo by Barbara Haddock Taylor / May 8, 2007)
*** CELEB MEMORIALS ***
Not many moms get their books picked by Baltimore film icon John Waters, but Jackie did, as evidenced by this piece in this Baltimore Sun from May 13, 2007 enitled “John Waters, Filmmaker: Five Things I Have To Have Now“:
4. Essex By Jackie Nickel ($19.99, The Ivy Bookshop, 6080 Falls Road): “Finally, a real bookshop in Baltimore! Here’s an amazing book about Essex. It has great pictures of the old movie theaters, like the Elektra, pictures of the Thunderbird Drive-In, my favorite hangout for 1950s juvenile delinquents.”
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Essex is also home to the Bengies Drive-In, whose owner D. Edward Vogel posted the following farewell to the Baltimore Sun’s online “Guest Book for Jackie Nickel“:
Dear Jackie,
You are as much a part of the history of this area as all that you included in your work. You are a good friend to me, and a true believer in the Bengies. Thank you for all your inspiration and insight. Now that you are among the stars, I will keep an eye out for you, please keep an eye on us. All My Love! D. Edward
D. also put up the following memorial to Jackie on the Bengies’ marquee:
*** BALTIMORE SUN OBIT ***
Here’s Frederick Rasmussin’s obit in the Baltimore Sun (August 21, 2007):
[Age 65] The author and former editor was a longtime advocate for Essex, its history and east-side land preservation
By Frederick N. Rasmussen
Sun reporter
August 21, 2007Mary Jacqueline “Jackie” Nickel, an eastern Baltimore County activist, author and former newspaper editor, died Friday of cancer at Manor Care Health Services in Rossville. The lifelong Essex resident was 65.
Born Mary Jacqueline Moore in Baltimore, she moved as a child with her family to Essex, where she spent the rest of her life.
In the 1990s, she had her name legally changed to Nickel, which had been the last name of her maternal grandfather, John H. “Hon” Nickel, who had owned the Gayety Theater, the famous East Baltimore Street burlesque house.
After graduating from Notre Dame Preparatory School in 1960, she earned a teaching certificate from the University of Maryland, College Park.
“She taught at Back River Elementary School and Our Lady of Mount Carmel parochial school,” said a son, Mike Nickel of Catonsville. In the 1970s, Ms. Nickel left teaching and went to work as a reporter for The Avenue News, an Essex weekly, and later was promoted to editor.
She left the paper in the mid-1990s and returned in 2000 when she began writing “Around the Avenue,” a weekly column on the editorial page.
“She was an Essex icon and an advocate for the community, environment and history,” said Jean A. Flanagan, who is the newspaper’s current managing editor, and who was given her first newspaper job there by Ms. Nickel.
“She wanted to preserve both the environment and our local history. She also wanted people in Essex to take pride in where they came from and for new people moving to the community to know where that pride came from,” Ms. Flanagan said.
“Her column was down-to-earth and she would say things that people only thought. She went after the bad guys and promoted the good guys,” she said. “She’d help people who called with complaints about barking dogs or kids running in the street. She’d tell them who to call.”
She added: “Her shoes will be very hard to fill.”
Carole L. Ledley, a longtime friend, recalled Ms. Nickel’s work in land preservation battles.
“She did pretty much the entire Back River Neck Peninsula and pretty much devoted the last 25 years of her life to land preservation,” she said. “She was particularly interested in rural legacy and was instrumental in reducing the number of houses on Turkey Point, where I live.”
Mrs. Ledley praised her as being “so knowledgeable” and a person who “wasn’t afraid to stand up” for what she thought was right.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do now. We’ve just lost the backbone of our community,” she said.
Ms. Nickel lived in a Rockaway Beach Avenue home that her grandfather Nickel acquired in 1916.
In 2002, Ms. Nickel published Memories of ‘Old’ Middle River: A Loving Look Back at the Town and its People. The photo-history chronicled the community that in the early 1900s, “before marketing consultants, marina studies and development incentives,” she wrote, was a waterfront destination for Baltimoreans fleeing the heat of the city for the cool waters of Middle River.
In addition to collecting memories from old-timers of life in Aero Acres and Mars Estates during World War II, for instance, she also used the book to call for the creation of the Middle River Historical District.
In a closing essay, she asked, how could World War II-era Middle River with its many extant buildings that were designed by such well-known architects as Albert Kahn and Skidmore, Owings and Merrill, relate to “dramatic events in the history of our country.”
“The solution involves carefully identifying the most basic elements of wartime Middle River design. The curving streets and cul-de-sacs are still all in place. Many of the houses still have low gables, paired or picture windows, small porches and other original features,” she wrote.
This year, Arcadia Publishing published Essex, as part of its “Images of America” series. The book contains nearly 200 photographs, many from a personal collection she spent years acquiring, and others from local residents and historical societies.
“I’ve never in my life felt so appreciated for anything I’ve ever done,” she told The Sun, speaking of an April book signing, when at least a 100 people arrived at the Essex-Middle River Heritage Society.
“People standing in line meet each other, and, if they have any connection to Essex, they find a common thread of conversation. It’s brought a tremendous sense of family,” she said.
“Essex is going to miss her. She was an obsessive booster for Essex when no one else was,” filmmaker John Waters said yesterday. “I loved the Essex book. In fact, it’s one of my favorite books of the year.”
In response to a “Five Things I Have to Have Now” column published in The Sun in May, Mr. Waters said, “Here’s an amazing book on Essex. It has great pictures of the old movie theaters, like the Elektra, pictures of the Thunderbird Drive-In, my favorite hangout for 1950s juvenile delinquents.”
“She was so devoted to and selfless in her love to the people of Essex and preserving the Essex legacy – its land and its people,” her son said. “She cherished her readers so much. I cannot begin to imagine how strongly my mother’s absence from Essex and Baltimore County’s east side will be felt.”
She was a communicant of Our Lady of Mount Carmel Roman Catholic Church.
Her husband of 10 years, Roland Dimeler, died in 1997. An earlier marriage to Carroll Huffines ended in divorce.
A memorial service will be held at 8:30 p.m. tomorrow at the Bruzdzinski Funeral Home, 1407 Old Eastern Ave.
Also surviving are two other sons, Scott Huffines and John Huffines, both of Essex; and a grandson.
*** EXAMINER OBIT ***
Here’s the Examiner’s obit (August 21, 2007):
Essex mourns local activist Jackie Nickel
Essex, Md. (Map, News) – The Essex activists needed 24,000 signatures to save the homes of 300 Essex residents. The task seemed daunting.
But it was Jackie Nickel’s calm, approachable manner that soothed even those homeowners affected by the condemnation legislation and persuaded more than 44,000 to sign the petition to defeat it.
It was that dedication to community that defined Nickel, 65, who died Friday after a six-year battle with cancer, friends and family said.
“With Jackie, it was always about Essex, it was always about Baltimore County, or it was always about her neighborhood,” said Brad Wallace, an Essex business owner whose home was saved when voters overturned Senate Bill 509 in 2000.
A longtime columnist for a local weekly, The Avenue News, Nickel’s enthusiasm for local politics extended beyond the pages — she was an active member of at least five civic associations, according to her three sons’ count.
Her book, “Essex: Images of America,” was released in April by Arcadia Publishing — more than 25 years after she decided to document the town’s colorful story from picnic groves and waterfront amusements to economic decay and back.
About 100 people attended a book signing, where it was Nickel’s turn to be interviewed.
She told an Associated Press reporter that fans in line shared Essex stories, the type of community spirit that County Councilman Joe Bartenfelder said Nickel relished.
“She took pride in her heritage, living in east Baltimore County and in the waterfront,” Bartenfelder said.
“I am proud to call her a friend and a supporter,” he said.
The public is invited to attend the interment at Oak Lawn Cemetery at 11 a.m. Thursday.
*** DUNDALK EAGLE TRIBUTE ***
And here’s Dundalk Eagle writer Marge Neal’s shout out to Jackie from her August 23, 2007 “Talk of the Town” column:
Our sister community to the north, Essex, lost a true friend, advocate and journalist Friday with the death of native daughter and longtime Avenue News columnist Jackie Nickel.
Even though I’ve read her words for what seems to be most of my adult life, I met Jackie in person only once, a couple of years ago at Dundalk’s Relay for Life.
It struck me as funny that she was just as excited to meet me as I was her, because she apparently read my work as avidly as I read hers.
But that behavior shouldn’t have surprised me, because it was obvious, through Jackie’s prolific writing, that she thrived on meeting people and cultivating friendships of many levels and intensities.
She stood up for her beloved community and fought against issues — like development — that she thought would tear the very fabric of her hometown.
Her voice may be silenced, but her message will be heard and her passion will be felt for many years to come.
In but a tiny gesture, I offer my condolences to her family members, many friends and colleagues.
*** AVENUE NEWS TRIBUTE ***
And finally, here’s a remembrance of Jackie from the paper she wrote for, both as an editor and freelance columnist, The Avenue News:
Community reeling from loss of staunch advocate
By Jean A. Flanagan
THE AVENUE NEWS STAFFJackie Nickel succumbed to complications from cancer treatment on Friday, Aug. 17, 2007. She was 65 years old.
It is impossible to put into words the impact Jackie had on her family, friends and the community in which she lived. At the very least, Jackie will be long remembered as a staunch supporter of preserving the natural environment and chronicling local history.
Her activities on behalf of the community included serving as past president and board member of the Essex-Middle River Civic Council, board member of the Essex-Middle River Renaissance Corporation, board member of the Back River Neck Peninsula Community Association, member of the Rockaway Beach Improvement Association and board member of the now defunct Essex Development Corporation and Essex Revitalization and Community Corporation.
She supported the formation of the Chesapeake Bay Critical Area legislation and was its unrelenting watchdog on the lower Back River Neck peninsula. She was involved in the formation of the first Back River Neck Peninsula Community Plan and was on the committee in the process of updating it.
In 2000, she was instrumental of the defeat of the controversial SB-509, state legislation that would permit eminent domain for development in Baltimore County. She worked tirelessly behind the scenes, gathering signatures for the petition that brought the measure to the ballot.
Jackie also served as a liaison between the community and developers on many projects. Her goal was always to advocate for the least amount of adverse impact on the existing community and to protect the fragile Chesapeake Bay and its tributaries, coastline and wetlands.
Elected officials on the state, local and federal level often requested Jackie’s counsel to gauge the climate in the community. She was a lightning rod for questions, concerns and opinions from the community. She attended every community input meeting she could, and often instigated them.Jackie was also a popular local journalist, a profession she began in the 1970s, after raising a family and teaching elementary school. Jackie began working part-time at The Avenue News shortly after its debut in 1974. She eventually worked her way up to Editor, a position she held until 1995.
In 1995, she left The Avenue News to take the Editor’s position at The Essex Times. She remained there until 2000, when she returned to The Avenue News as a freelance reporter and columnist. Her weekly column, Around The Avenue, brought her both applause and distain.
In recent years, Jackie’s passion was the preservation of local history. Researching old newspaper reports, conducting hundreds of oral history interviews and copying thousands of historical photographs, Jackie contributed to or created three publications.
In 1999, the 90th Anniversary of Essex, Jackie contributed extensively to a publication called “A History of Essex.” The Essex Revitalization and Community Corporation published the book. In the preface, Jackie wrote, “In history there is pride and in Essex there is much history and so much of which to be proud.”
In 2002, Jackie self-published “The History Of Middle River: A loving look back at the town and it’s people.” She sold the books for $5 each, often donating the funds to local organizations serving the less fortunate. In the acknowledgements, she wrote, “For many years I waited for others to record our history. Just a few community-focused booklets grace our local library shelves and larger volumes simply skim the surface.
“The prospect of revitalizing Eastern Baltimore County sparked me into action – revitalization, after all, means new life, not wiping something out and starting over. Our proud older citizens want to save some of the past yet be part of the new plan.”
In 2006, she completed “Images of America – Essex” an Arcadia Publication, 130-page chronicle of more than 200 photographs and maps. It tells the story of the place, the community and the people that are Essex. It was her proudest accomplishment. She had begun a whirlwind of book-signings and history talks. Born and raised in Essex, she wanted her neighbors to feel the pride she felt about the origins of our community.
People brought her more stories and more photographs. A display of unknown photographs usually accompanied her book signings. “Do you remember who that is?” she would ask anyone who stopped to look. Her intention was to publish another book.
Jackie’s first priority and a constant source of pride were her three children. Her oldest son Scott Huffines, and his fiancé Kristen, lived nearby. Her middle son, John Huffines and his wife, Carolyn were very near and dear to her heart. Jackie’s youngest son, Michael Nickel and his wife, Christina were often her traveling companions, most recently visiting the mountains of West Virginia and the Jersey shore.
Jackie’s grandson, Thomas, was a constant source of pleasure for her. Ever mindful of the impact her mother had on her three children, Jackie was determined to be the best “Mom-Mom” she could be to Thomas. She was prepared, at the drop of a hat, to accept an invitation to baby-sit and looked forward to holiday gatherings with a special zeal.
Whether she was ferrying elderly neighbors to the polls on Election Day or coaxing native flowers to bloom in her yard, Jackie will always be remembered as a strong-willed, vocal advocate for the Essex community. She will be sorely missed.
*** SIGNS OF THE TIMES ***
Thanks to Mike Nickel and Scott Huffines for posting these pics.

The Commodore Inn Says Farewell to a Friend

Rockaway Beach: Jackie’s Home, Sweet Home
Jackie at the Turkey Point Swim Club
THE BEAT GOES ON (Jackie News Updates)
The tributes and honors continue to amass for Jackie. This year Kevin McDonough, a student at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Elementary School, was selected as one of only 28winners in Fox 45′s “Champions of Courage” essay contest for an essay honoring Jackie Nickel. His essay was selected from more than 5,000 entries from 87 middle and high schools in Maryland. See full story: “Mt. Carmel student selected as Fox 45 ‘Champions of Courage’ essay winner.”
AMERICAN CANCER SOCIETY HONORS JACKIE NICKEL
(Jackie News Update, May 2008)
The American Cancer Society’s signature event is its annual Relay for Life fundraising event, which “enables people to celebrate those celebrate those who have survived cancer, remember those we’ve lost, and fight back against a disease that touches too many lives.” The 2008 Relay For Life of Essex, which is being held May 9-10 at the CCBC-Essex Campus, is “dedicated to Jackie Nickel, who lost her battle with cancer last year.” The American Cancer Society even created a Jackie Nickel Honoree Page to pay homage to “this great woman and how she impacted the Essex community.”
The American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life Honoree Page introduces Jackie as follows:
Each year, the Relay For Life of Essex honors someone in the community that has recently battled cancer. The honoree may be a survivor or may be someone who lost their battle too soon. The 2008 honoree is Ms. Jackie Nickel, longtime Essex resident, author and activist. We would like to take this time to celebrate Ms. Nickel’s life and acknowledge her courage in her fight against cancer.
To read the full tribute, see the “Jackie Nickel Honoree Page.”
It’s a great write-up and yet another testimonial to the life of Jackie, who continues to live on through the memories of her loved ones and to fight for just causes like the ACS’ Relay for Life, even from beyond the grave via her legacy.
MEMORIAL PLAQUE HONORS JACKIE NICKEL
(Jackie News Update, July 28, 2010)
This just in from the East County Times courtesy of Scott Huffines…
PLAQUE DEDICATED IN JACKIE NICKEL’S HONOR
(Jackie News Update, August 10, 2010)
This just in from Scott Huffines – another Jackie Nickel plaque update from the Avenue News.

Thomas Nickel, grandson of the late Avenue News columnist, editor and reporter Jackie Nickel, is pictured with a plaque in Jackie’s honor which was dedicated on what would have been Jackie’s 68th birthday on July 28. (Photo by Anna Renault)
Plaque dedicated in Jackie Nickel’s honor
By Anna Renault
The name Jackie Nickel still rings bells of fond memories, political fights, and controversial editorials for many ‘Avenue News’ readers and tugs at the hearts of family, friends, former co-workers, and neighbors.
Remembering Jackie Nickel is a daunting task. The woman was simply amazing. She was sweet, kind, and caring. Jackie loved helping others, researching history, as well as being a community activist. If she thought something was wrong, she set about trying to ensure it was corrected. In the case of community development, sometimes this meant stopping something from happening before harm was done.
On July 28, Jackie would have been 68 years young. Unfortunately she went to her heavenly reward three years ago. However, she is still fondly remembered by so many whose lives she touched. Many of those who remember, especially her Turkey Point/Rockaway Beach neighbors, attended a plaque dedication ceremony in Jackie’s honor on this anniversary of her birth.
“This is something we’ve wanted to do since we lost Jackie,” stated Kim Goodwin, President of the Rockaway Beach Improvement Association (RBIA). “She did so much for us, she deserves this and more.”
Many of the local residents agreed. Goodwin welcomed everyone to the ceremony and read a beautiful poem expressing the love and loss felt by those in attendance.
Denise Woatila, Secretary – RBIA, also spoke of Jackie’s impact on the community as well as on herself. As a relatively new Essex/Middle River resident, Woatila quickly learned much of the area’s history and the importance of having pride in one’s heritage as a result of her friendship with Jackie. She pointed out how much more she learned about her dear friend after reading an online blog by Tom Warner. She said, “Just Google Jackie Nickel and you’ll get a long list of sites telling you all about her.”
Kevin McDonough, local resident and high school student at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, also spoke of the impact Jackie Nickel had on his young life. He explained how he chose Jackie as the subject of a “Champion of Courage” essay he wrote due to her neighborliness, friendship, wisdom, and her love of history. Jackie’s influence on McDonough’s life has led to his willingness to be an active member of his community, taking pride in his community and environment. He credits her inspiration with encouraging him to always be willing to give back.
Jackie’s family, including her beloved grandson Thomas Nickel along with his parents Michael and Christina Nickel were in attendance along with Jackie’s oldest son, Scott Huffines and his partner, Kristen. Thomas did the honors of hanging the plaque onto the Rockaway Beach sign at the corner of Turkey Point Road and Rockaway Beach Road. It was noted that Kim Maigetter painted the plaque and her husband Brennan installed the hardware necessary to hang it.
Michael Nickel thanked all who attended and shared the family’s appreciation for the love and honor that is continuously expressed by so many for their mother, Jackie Nickel. They are grateful that her legacy continues to shine through those who continue to advocate for those things that Jackie held so dear – the community, the environment, and the pride in knowing one’s history.
For those who are new to the area and didn’t know Jackie, just ask around. You’ll hear lots of stories. Briefly, she was proud that her maternal grandfather owned the Gayety Theater in East Baltimore. She was a wife, mother of three, and grandmother of one. She was a teacher at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel and Back River Elementary School. She was editor to both ‘The Avenue News’ and ‘The Essex Times.’ In her semi-retirement she returned to The Avenue News as a weekly editorial columnist and freelance reporter. In 1999, she published “A History of Essex” to honor the 90th Anniversary of Essex. In 2002, with the help of Chesapeake Publishing (The Avenue News’ parent company) and a grant from Baltimore County’s Office of Community Conservation, Jackie published her book, “Memories of Old Middle River.” In April 2007, just a few months before her death, she published her dream book, “Essex,” a pictorial history of the area published by Arcadia Publishers as part of their ‘Images of America’ series. She was an environmentalist, a community leader and activist. Her shoes are too big to be filled!
Related Links:
Nickel for Your Memories (Scott Huffines’ blog posting site for his mom)
Guest Book for Jackie Nickel
“Champions of Courage” (Jackie Nickel Essay)
Jackie Nickel Honoree Page (American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life)
Plaque Dedicated in Jackie Nickel’s Honor (AvenueNews.com)
One of the last articles Jackie wrote.
We were heading to Home Depot Saturday morning to pick up a few more annuals for the garden when Kris spotted something in what we call “the swamp.” It was a mature, majestic blue heron crouched in the marsh on our property and something obviously was wrong. As we tentatively approached the huge bird our spirits sank. The heron’s left wing was hanging – just about dangling – down in front of it and when he (or she) went to take a step back from us, he lost his balance.
I told Kristin to go on with the shopping chores and I’d stay behind and call for help for the injured bird. First thing, I went on my computer and looked up the story I did over a year ago on the eagle rescue at Barrison Point. I had listed the number of Wildlife Rescue but when I called the number, got only an answering machine. So I left a message for Gerda, the bird lady, and went on to explore other help. It took forever to get through to the state Dept. of Natural Resources since it was a Saturday, but I finally just called DNR Police. They gave me three numbers for other animal rescue people and I called each one. Two were unavailable and the third was too far away.
I tried several other contacts, including a call to the Phoenix Center, which resulted in my lengthy explanation about the bird’s condition yielding the response, “Ma’am, this is an alcohol and drug counseling organization.” Wrong Phoenix Center. When I finally got through to the right number, I got some helpful advice, to call the county’s Animal Control agency at least to evaluate the bird and perhaps transport it. At first, Animal Control referred me back to the DNR with some new numbers but none proved fruitful. I even called my councilman Joe Bartenfelder and he encouraged me to call back to Animal Control. This time I was more convincing and they agreed to send an animal control officer to my house as soon as one became available.

A young man in a khaki uniform arrived an hour or two later but when we took him to look at the heron, the bird had disappeared. We explored as deep into the swamp as we could go but our search was fruitless. It was hard to understand how after all those hours in that spot, the heron could move far away. The officer told us if we found it again, to throw a sheet over it until help arrived. As luck would have it, he wasn’t gone five minutes when Kris spotted the bird down on the beach, still dragging its wing. How it got across the gravel driveway to the water was a mystery but we tried calling Animal Rescue back. The line was busy, busy, busy.
My nerves were shot – it was so painful seeing this gorgeous bird in distress and knowing that even if he had to be euthanized it was better than what awaited him overnight, with foxes and other creatures lurking in the marsh and woods. So I went inside and waited to see if anyone would return one of my dozens of calls.
Shortly after 6 p.m., Gerda called. She said she’d attempt to find a volunteer to come out and get the bird but it was getting late. Night came and I was restless but felt better that the heron was near the water and not in the swamp. I tossed and turned until daybreak and then took a walk down to the beach. There under the bent branches of the fallen tree lay the bird, part of its lifeless body already covered by the shifting sand. Somehow I was relieved that its struggle was over. Later I called Gerda and told her the blue heron had died.
Kristin and I agreed that our efforts were worth it – better to have tried and failed than not to have tried at all. We decided to let nature take its course rather than to try to remove the body and by afternoon, the tide and sand had taken care of that duty. So, Middle River has lost one magnificent Great Blue Heron and we don’t even know what caused its fatal injury. Perhaps it was attacked by an animal or ran into a wire as it was flying. It was a beautiful bird.
- Jackie Nickel
By Jackie Nickel, 9/6/2006
A couple months ago I discovered a box turtle in my yard and was delighted with this increasingly rare sighting. He or she had two white scars on his/her back and seemed to have seen some tough times so, of course, I immediately identified with the poor thing and we sort of bonded. Almost every week I’d see the turtle which was easily identifiable by the scars. Might they have been caused by a lawn mower? A fight with a snapping turtle? I could only imagine…
This shelled critter seemed to crave human companionship as I found out when speaking with neighbors. He/she has traveled four or more houses down the road and back several times, using the roadway instead of cutting under fences and through back yards and we’ve had to move the daring traveler to safer ground on more than one occasion.
Before the heavy rains last week, my turtle friend seemed to sneak up on me every time I watered my garden so I figured he needed a good soaking and gave him a sprinkle from the hose. He (I was thinking the turtle was a boy then) kept hanging around so I put out some water in a large plastic plate and no sooner had I turned my back than he climbed right into the dish and took a bath. I just fell in love with this little guy!
After all the rain on Friday, I figured I wouldn’t see the turtle again for a while but yesterday as I was cleaning up storm debris, there he was, right behind me as I stepped backward and onto his shell! I thought I’d stepped on a rock and as I turned around was distraught to see my poor turtle in a puddle of fluid I’d squished out of him. Lucky the little creature seemed none the worse off from my misstep and just looked up at me with an understanding look in “her” eyes. I decided it’s a girl because she’s so understanding.
My turtle friend kept hanging around seeming to want something from me, so I put out another plate of water and some ground beef. She completely devoured the hamburger then found a secluded spot between my porch steps and the wall and crawled in to take a rest. When I next went back to check, she had moved on, but she’ll be back I’m sure.
This turtle is not shy and doesn’t hide in her shell. She likes to be around people and obviously trusts them. She has seen hard times and has the scars to prove it. She has a tough outer shell but is soft inside. She has eyes, a nose (well, two nostrils), and a mouth just like me. She can get hurt and get over it. In drought and flood, in hardship and dangerous conditions, my friend the box turtle still sticks her neck out, holds her head up high and keeps going. No wonder it’s so easy for me to relate.
Mary Nickel was Jackie’s great-great grandmother, the first of the Nickels to come to Baltimore from Bavaria. She operated a dairy farm near Dundalk. My mother (Mary Jacqueline) was named after her.
Good Cow Electrocuted
(The Baltimore Sun, 9/24/1901)
A valuable cow, owned by Mrs. Mary Nickel, proprietress of the Point Breeze Dairy Farm, near Colgate creek, was electrocuted yesterday morning in a pasture field on the farm. Two other cows received shocks, but escaped serious injury.
A barbed-wire fence that had become charged with electricity in some unknown way caused the cow’s death. The animal had placed her head through the fence to reach grass on the other side when it received the shock which caused death. The other cows came into contact with the fence, but were able to jump away before they had been seriously burned. The first cow’s neck was terribly burned by the current.
Were Wires Properly Insulated?
(The Baltimore Sun, 11/23/1901)
Mary Nickel and Christian Geiser, by William H. Lawrence, their attorney, have sued the United Railways and Electric Company for $5,000 damages. They aver that they were shocked by an electric current while endeavoring to release the cows of Mary Nickel that had been caught in a wire fence surrounding her property and were injured. They contend that the wire fence was heavily charged with electricity from the company’s wires, and that the latter were not properly insulated.
Mrs. Nickel, by the same attorney, has also sued the company for $500 damages for the killing of one of her cows and inflicting permanent injury on several others.
From Census Records To Cemetery Tours
By Jackie Nickel
I found some relatives I didn’t know I had a couple weeks ago. Or rather, they found me. It started out with a phone call I received on Friday the 13th… a call that has since led me to church records, census documents and the graves of ancestors long departed. Pat Parker of Catonsville called me that Friday evening introducing herself and explaining “my mother is one of your fans.” She said that her mother, Eleanor Roth of Essex, has been reading my work for many years and has felt a connection beyond mere words on paper. Almost five years ago when my mom died, I wrote a tribute that touched a few hearts and led Eleanor to check the obituary pages. Among the names in the list of survivors, she made an association that hinted of a possible family bond. Eleanor’s husband’s great grandmother and my great great grandmother could be one and the same. Something I wrote recently about family spurred her to ask daughter Patty to call me and broach the subject. “She’ll probably think I’m crazy,” Eleanor told Pat. “Crazy? I love this kind of stuff,” I told Pat as we delved into the mystery of our common roots. Yes, my German great grandmother was named Sophie and she was married to a Swede named Peterson and their daughter Lillie, my grandmother, married John Nickel. The family ties go back to another Sophie, one I didn’t know about until Pat’s call. My great grandma Sophie’s mother was also named Sophie (or Sophia as it is on the records) and she married three times, the final husband being Eleanor’s great grandfather George Rothe (pronounced Row-tee and later, after dropping the “e,” Roth). So Sophie the younger was stepsister to George. Of course, after an hour and a half phone conversation that night, I was totally confused — and totally hooked on tracing my roots. The next day, Saturday, I called a couple cousins and started making a list of birth and death dates of their parents and grandparents and other information like where deceased relatives were born, buried, etc. just for a starting point. Sunday morning I woke up with the irresistible urge to visit the cemetery. Not Oak Lawn, where all my known dear departed are buried, but one mentioned to me by Patty as the gravesite of my great grandmother’s first husband. She had found records of his interment while following a branch of the family tree from our common kin, Sophia at a cemetery with an unlikely name, Schwartz’s.
Schwartz’s Cemetery. Not a very reverent name, but Patty explained it was the burial ground of the United Evangelical Church of Christ at East and Dillon Sts. but when Pastor Schwartz took over, people began to refer to it by his name. It was off German Hill Rd. or O’Donnell St., not sure which. Do you know how many cemeteries there are on German Hill Rd? Not just the big ones like Sacred Heart of Jesus, Sacred Heart of Mary and Holy Rosary, but the little Polish National Catholic one, the two Jewish cemeteries and a couple more in between. Well, none of them were Schwartz’s. My friend Carole went with me a few days later to check out O’Donnell St. “Lock your doors,” she told me as I picked her up. It’s not in the best neighborhood. Off we went. Have you ever driven I-95 past the Baltimore Travel Plaza and noticed the forlorn hillside of tombstones off to the right? Well, that’s a portion of the O’Donnell St. cemetery complex. I say complex because O’Donnell Heights is another area of multiple graveyards. I know. I’ve been to them all. And we finally found Schwartz’s! The next day, I emailed my new cousins Patty and her sister Kathleen, who lives right in Middle River, and called their mom Eleanor to share my excitement. I’ll let my email tell the story: “Had a good day in the cemetery yesterday — doesn’t that sound gruesome? My girlfriend went with me — took us a while to find Schwartz’s but we finally did — German writing on the gateway. We drove round just looking until I took a turn up a dead (ha ha) end and had to back out — told Carole to look behind us and tell me when to cut my wheels. I noticed she was looking down. She said “there’s a Peterson footstone.” I looked over and saw a big Scharling headstone! That’s the last name of Sophie the younger’s second husband. So Peter Olaf Peterson has a footstone on the right side and John Scharling on the left and in the middle is my great grandma Sophie (that’s Sophie the younger, remember). Leads me to believe Scharling was a friend of Peterson (they were both Swedish seamen) whom Sophie married after Peter’s death. Then we drove into Sacred Heart of Jesus, just circling around, not getting out of the car. I made another turn up a dead end and looked over and there was a Foertchbeck next to a Foehrkolb, both names of families who had married one of the Nickel brothers. The grave was of the parents of my grandfather’s brother’s wife! There are Foehrkolbs in my neighborhood too — you can bet I’ll call them!
Next we went to Oak Lawn to visit my mom and her aunt and I said I wanted to look for my uncle George Nickel who is buried near a soldier statue — we went all around the soldier and couldn’t find him then drove on and I spotted a second soldier statue. Sure enough, right behind the soldier and to the right was Uncle George with Aunt Kate — and on the opposite side of the tombstone was my grandfather’s brother George and his wife Annie (Kremp) Nickel!
I know this is all divine providence, especially the first two since I had no idea where they even were and didn’t even get out of the car! Yes, you can tell I’m hooked! It’s given me a new sense of time and place in the universe and a chance to think about what I’m made of. I’m more determined than ever now to find my great great grandmother Mary Nickel — for whom I’m named (Mary Jacqueline) and who was born exactly 100 years before me. I feel connected to her more than ever now. Divine providence. Meeting Patty at the Maryland Historical Society to dig through records next week!”
NEXT: Family Expands Through Genealogy Research (Part 2)
Into the Archives
By Jackie Nickel
After being introduced by my new cousins, Pat Parker, Kathleen Head and Eleanor Roth, to genealogy just three weeks ago, I couldn’t wait to dig through historical records. I made a date to meet Pat at the Maryland Historical Society on Monument St. on Friday morning, Oct. 20. I left home early, knowing I’d get lost as I always do traveling downtown. I didn’t disappoint myself, arriving there “the long way” but only a few minutes late. There was Pat, looking remarkably like another cousin, one I’ve known since childhood! We paid our $4 admission to enter the museum and Pat led the way to the second floor library where you check your purse and pens in lockers. It’s pencils and notebooks only for obvious reasons in the library.
I’m somewhat familiar with MHS since one of my sons served a college internship there. Nonetheless, I was happy to have Pat lead me in the right direction through the rows of shelves, stacks and drawers. Most information, such as census and church records, are on microfilm so the first step is to lay claim to a working desktop projector. We found two, side by side. Pat explained that census records were “sealed” for privacy for 72 years so the most recent we could go back was to 1920, however most of that year was destroyed by fire. She showed me how to come up with the Soundex number for my family name by assigning numbers to consonants and led me mumbling “N240″ toward the census drawers. “Here it is! N240.” Without Patty, it would have taken me half a day to find the right reel, but with her, it was a piece of cake.
Since I’m not very mechanically inclined, the microfilm machine itself was a challenge but once the reels were in place I was literally on a roll. We swept through the 1910 census until we located my familiar family names. Wide double pages, handwritten by census takers, detailed each person living in the household, age and occupation. I found my great grandmom Mary Nickel, the one I’m searching for, living on South Clinton street with my grandfather and his brother. They operated a saloon and rooming house there but she listed her occupation as “none.” I had goosebumps as I wrote down every detail, imagining how it was to be interrupted from daily chores by a door-to-door census taker in 1910. Then Pat and I worked our way back to the 1900 census. No need to go to 1890 since my Mary didn’t come to this country until 1895.
Now is the time to interject family lore. Mary was born in Pressig, Bavaria around 1842. She and her husband had several sons and owned a lumber mill. The marriage as well as the political climate was not good, thus, we’ve been told, Mary packed up her boys and headed for the Land of Opportunity, the U.S.A. She didn’t get far, however. When she arrived at the port and attempted to register for the voyage, she was refused passage without her husband’s consent. Since she hadn’t even told him she was leaving, this was not possible. So Mary, with the boys in tow, headed back to Pressig.
Entering the forest near home, she was met by a band of gypsies who lived in the woods. She told them her woes and they provided a solution. Mary was almost six feet tall. With a little help, she could look like a man. They cut her long hair and dressed her in men’s clothing. They coached her in ways to board the ship without raising suspicion, to use her husband’s identity, to work her way over as a deckhand — and to stow away some of the children. Sounds preposterous, right? Well, we’ll see, I thought as Pat and I went on to passenger lists of German shipping lines from 1885. There were no Mary Nickels. But there was a Johann, 34, with two sons, George and Johann, eight and nine. Could it be? Could it be the other boys were stowaways, why there were two Georges and two Johns among the brothers? More goosebumps.
Pat led me then to church records, Sacred Heart of Jesus, all on file. There I found marriage records of my grandparents and their siblings and my mom’s baptismal records, but no mention of Mary Nickel, my great grandmom. I still don’t know when she died or where she’s buried. We checked city directories, similar to telephone books, from the early 1900s and found her listed several times. But in 1914, the year my mom was born, her name was no longer there. Mom was named for her as was I. Had she lived to see her granddaughter? Pat and I poured over film and searched obituaries for several hours as time flew by. We parted with a hug and my renewed commitment to keep up the search which would next lead to a visit to the Mormon library, right in Essex.
“There are volunteers at the Mormon library on Stemmers Run Rd. who will help you get started and point you in the right direction,” Kathy emailed me. The entrance is in the rear of the building and the hours are posted at the door. “Just press the bell and the volunteer of the day will let you in. See you soon.”
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