Historic McFarland House
While exploring Martinsburg, we stopped in front of a brick house set above South Queen Street. A broad flight of brick steps led to a sheltered entrance, with tall windows, dark shutters, and dormers rising along the roof. The name above the doorway identified it as the Historic McFarland House. In the city where my father grew up, it was another place that encouraged me to look more closely at the history surrounding his life.

The house at 409 South Queen Street was built in 1878 for Alexander B. Parks, a local businessman whose activities extended into development and civic affairs. Its substantial size and carefully arranged façade reflected the ambitions of an owner establishing a prominent home in Martinsburg. Although later generations would know it by the McFarland name, its story began with Parks.
From the sidewalk, the entrance provides the house’s visual center. Columns frame the doorway beneath a small balcony, while windows balance the composition on either side. Above, dormers bring light into the upper floor. The stone retaining wall and elevated grounds give the residence a sense of separation from the street without removing it from the neighborhood around it.
Parks’s career connected the house to the region’s business and agricultural life. He became president of the National Fruit Company, associated with the White House brand, and later served as a West Virginia state senator. His interests reached beyond the household to the enterprises and public institutions that helped shape the surrounding community.
Parks sold the property before the end of the nineteenth century. Among its subsequent owners were William and Jane McFarland, whose surname became the house’s lasting identity. They operated a catering business from the residence, giving it a role in the celebrations and gatherings of other families. A private home became a place associated with hospitality, food, and shared occasions.
Its appearance also drew visitors interested in historic homes and gardens. In 1967 and 1968, the house was included in the Shenandoah-Potomac House and Garden Tour. That recognition placed it within a wider appreciation of the region’s domestic architecture and the people who maintained it.
The tradition of hospitality continued through later use for dining, weddings, and private events. These activities gave the house a purpose beyond preservation alone, allowing people to experience its rooms as settings for occasions in their own lives. Its history includes both the family who commissioned it and the many people welcomed there afterward.
I do not know whether my father or grandmother ever entered this house. But standing outside it added another piece to my understanding of their Martinsburg. The letters I have preserved describe people, concerns, and everyday events; buildings like this help give that world a physical setting. The McFarland House offered its own story within that landscape, a residence whose identity evolved through business, family ownership, and a long association with welcoming others.
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