Harriet Beecher Stowe House
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Location | Brunswick, Maine |
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Coordinates | 43°54′46″N 69°57′39″W / 43.91278°N 69.96083°WCoordinates: 43°54′46″N 69°57′39″W / 43.91278°N 69.96083°W |
Built | 1850 |
Architectural style | Greek Revival |
Part of | Federal Street Historic District (#76000092) |
NRHP reference # | 66000091 |
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Added to NRHP | October 15, 1966 |
Designated NHL | December 29, 1962 |
Designated CP | October 29, 1976 |
The Harriet Beecher Stowe House is a historic home and National Historic Landmark at 63 Federal Street in Brunswick, Maine, notable as a short-term home of Harriet Beecher Stowe and Calvin Ellis Stowe. Earlier, it had been the home of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow as a student. It is today owned by Bowdoin College. A space within the house, called Harriet's Writing Room, is open to the public.
The home was built in 1806 and was originally known as the Stonemore House.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and his brother Stephen Longfellow temporarily rented rooms here while students at nearby Bowdoin College before moving into what is now the campus's Maine Hall by the fall of 1823.
When Calvin Ellis Stowe was hired as a professor by Bowdoin College in 1850, he and his family rented this home. His wife Harriet Beecher Stowe was sent ahead to prepare the housekeeping while he completed teaching the fall 1850 semester at Lane Theological Seminary in Cincinnati. Mrs. Stowe, six months pregnant at the time, set out in April 1850 with the couple's three oldest children and her aunt Esther. The family arrived in Brunswick on Wednesday, May 22, amid a storm. The house had already been partially prepared for them by the wife of Professor Thomas Cogswell Upham. As Mrs. Stowe wrote to her husband, Calvin Ellis Stowe a week later, "Mrs. Upham has done everything for me, giving up time and strength and taking charge of my affairs in a way without which we could not have got along at all in a strange place and in my present helpless condition." She missed her husband, however, and wrote to him in November, "I am lonesome nights in this rattletrap house where every wind shakes out as many noises as there are ghosts in Hades—screeching snapping cracking groaning."