Among the other subjects that came up in the Facebook discussion that ensued as a result of my dad’s email on Friday was a discussion about barbeque. And how, though I live south of the Mason-Dixon line, I don’t live in what one would call “good barbeque country.” Which is somewhat disappointing because if there’s one thing Southerners know how to do well, it’s slather meat in sauce and then apply open flames. I can get decent barbeque, but that’s a very different animal from good barbeque.
Anyway…because the line of demarcation between the north and south is the Mason-Dixon Line, I wound up going back for a bit of a refresher on why it’s placed where it is (I was right…slavery) and discovered that every five miles along the line there are markers called crownstones. On the Maryland side of the marker, they have Lord Calvert’s coat of arms and on the Pennsylvania side, William Penn’s.
There’s really not that much more to say about them. They’re markers left to indicate the Mason-Dixon line. That’s pretty much it.
That said, the first thing I did when I learned the crownstones exist was call my mother about taking some time to go find some; we both live close enough that we could make a field trip out to find a few.