I grew up on a horse farm, I live in Baltimore City. The Arrabers were a special part of my childhood, I would love to visit the stables and see the ponies. Thank you Miss Dorothy for keeping this tradition alive in Baltimore.
I'm a child of the 60's... We only knew them as the produce man... We loved them as kids, because it always meant we got some goodies... We actually liked fruits, and vegetables back then... I've never heard them referred to by that name... If you ever learned what they had to do to get the produce down your street, you'd respect them greatly... They had to get to the stable, get their horse, and wagon hooked up, then go to the market for their produce before starting their routes... It's not until you get older, that you truly appreciate the hard work, and dedication these people put into bringing us food... I'd love to know one now, and say thank you... We remember you, and appreciate what you did... Mom would have us keep an eye out for the produce man... If you saw horse poop on the road, you knew you missed him... :-)
This is so awesome! Hope Ms. Dorothy and her family carry on the Arabber tradition. They are definitely ecologically sustainable. Love the thought of Baltimore City children growing up around horses!
My grandmother's second husband was an Arabber. He sold veggies, fruit and other produce on his route everyday. He had worked for the railroad. He fell one day and lost a leg. In those days, you got a wooden peg leg. He was pretty good at climbing and dismounting the wagon. Smoked a pipe.
I adore the arabbers I met over my 13 years living in Baltimore. They are possibly my absolute favorite, and I will never forget meeting one of the horses, named Katie (as am I! Lol) over in Upton a few years ago. I wish Katie's human had told me his name. Lol But he let me feed her an apple I 🍎purchased from him!
I grew up at 1212 and 1202 West Lombard St. I could never get it out of mind seeing the rats running around and sometimes biting the horse's legs In those stables; it was heartbreaking. I hope they have fixed the issues
Our parents owned a home on Luzerne Ave in the 1990's and I remember them coming through shouting what fresh fruits and vegetables they had. Recently the past couple years I've only seen them maybe 3 times.
Be nice to see what the waterfront looked like back in the day. There was a pier building with a Viking boat on it. The identity of that building eludes me, but it was still present in the 1960s.
So I lived in Brooklyn in the 80's and 90's and I remember the arabbers selling watermelon and cantaloupe. I never thought about the stables, but my question would be where would the stables be for Brooklyn / Curtis Bay arabbers? Would they come into Brooklyn from across the bridge or were they local to Brooklyn? Any help would be awesome.
That's a great question and we don't know. Hopefully someone on here see's this. Our guess is that there may have been stables in Brooklyn. Or they crossed the bridge from nearby neighborhoods.
I heard about a year and a half ago some one shot and killed one of the horses because they assumed the horses weren't being taken care of. I even think it happened at this stable. The person that told me lives in the same neighborhood.
Dan Bell told me he went to their stable once and said the animals were in deplorable conditions! They had pigs in cages and the horses were laying in filth. Does that sound like they are well taken care of? It's an out dated tradition that needs to end.
I grew up on a horse farm, I live in Baltimore City. The Arrabers were a special part of my childhood, I would love to visit the stables and see the ponies. Thank you Miss Dorothy for keeping this tradition alive in Baltimore.
I'm a child of the 60's... We only knew them as the produce man... We loved them as kids, because it always meant we got some goodies... We actually liked fruits, and vegetables back then... I've never heard them referred to by that name... If you ever learned what they had to do to get the produce down your street, you'd respect them greatly... They had to get to the stable, get their horse, and wagon hooked up, then go to the market for their produce before starting their routes... It's not until you get older, that you truly appreciate the hard work, and dedication these people put into bringing us food... I'd love to know one now, and say thank you... We remember you, and appreciate what you did... Mom would have us keep an eye out for the produce man... If you saw horse poop on the road, you knew you missed him... :-)
We also knew them as the produce men in the 1990s on Luzerne Ave in Baltimore 😁
Thank you Ms. Dorothy, and your Grandmother! You are an inspiration to all women of Baltimore!
This is so awesome! Hope Ms. Dorothy and her family carry on the Arabber tradition. They are definitely ecologically sustainable. Love the thought of Baltimore City children growing up around horses!
My grandmother's second husband was an Arabber. He sold veggies, fruit and other produce on his route everyday. He had worked for the railroad. He fell one day and lost a leg. In those days, you got a wooden peg leg. He was pretty good at climbing and dismounting the wagon. Smoked a pipe.
What wonderful details you have about your family!
In the early 70’s the Arabbers would come up my grandmothers street in Pimlico selling fruits, vegetables and seafood. I was 12 or 13 years old.
I remember the Arabs growing up. They had a stable not too far from my home as well. These are great great great memories.
This is so cool ❤ thank you for sharing this wonderful part of history
John, I really like your sense of humor. This is one of my favorite clips… thank you…
I adore the arabbers I met over my 13 years living in Baltimore. They are possibly my absolute favorite, and I will never forget meeting one of the horses, named Katie (as am I! Lol) over in Upton a few years ago.
I wish Katie's human had told me his name. Lol
But he let me feed her an apple I 🍎purchased from him!
I grew up at 1212 and 1202 West Lombard St. I could never get it out of mind seeing the rats running around and sometimes biting the horse's legs In those stables; it was heartbreaking. I hope they have fixed the issues
Bahahaha. Fix it... In Baltimore. 🤣💩
Thank you for your videos of historic Baltimore. These bring back great memories.
Our parents owned a home on Luzerne Ave in the 1990's and I remember them coming through shouting what fresh fruits and vegetables they had. Recently the past couple years I've only seen them maybe 3 times.
My grandmother lived on Luzerne.
Be nice to see what the waterfront looked like back in the day. There was a pier building with a Viking boat on it. The identity of that building eludes me, but it was still present in the 1960s.
I remember the street arab coming down Joppa Rd in Towson during the summer yelling "strawberries".....
this is my family
So I lived in Brooklyn in the 80's and 90's and I remember the arabbers selling watermelon and cantaloupe. I never thought about the stables, but my question would be where would the stables be for Brooklyn / Curtis Bay arabbers? Would they come into Brooklyn from across the bridge or were they local to Brooklyn? Any help would be awesome.
That's a great question and we don't know. Hopefully someone on here see's this. Our guess is that there may have been stables in Brooklyn. Or they crossed the bridge from nearby neighborhoods.
Was that the stable that appeared in the TV episodic, The Wire?
A shame that no from Baltimore History re-visits these videos to answer questions.
When the horses would defecate, the neighbors, mostly women would rush out with buckets & shovels to collect the manure for their gardens.
Yes, composted horse manure is better than miracle-gro.
Would love to hear a video of the A-rabers songs with no talking over them.
We had a neighbor in the 60s that was an Araber . He would sing -- wat. Er. Melons aaa peaches are ssoooldd ripe to the riineee
I hope the horses are well fed and get regular medical attention.
I'm sure they are!
I heard about a year and a half ago some one shot and killed one of the horses because they assumed the horses weren't being taken care of. I even think it happened at this stable. The person that told me lives in the same neighborhood.
Dan Bell told me he went to their stable once and said the animals were in deplorable conditions! They had pigs in cages and the horses were laying in filth. Does that sound like they are well taken care of? It's an out dated tradition that needs to end.
Bahahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha
Do they still have good humor icecream trucks roaming in summer.... y'all were born too late...