tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041693.post5788994650491640474..comments2024-03-09T12:18:51.016-05:00Comments on TOM GLOVER'S HAMILTON LIBRARY SCRAPBOOK: LOCAL HISTORY WITH A PERSONAL TOUCH.: 1932: THE TRENTON FARMERS' MARKETTom Gloverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01749723834326832799noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041693.post-81990936890670814862013-06-04T11:08:24.482-04:002013-06-04T11:08:24.482-04:00Remember it well, Mike. Not the popcorn, the build...Remember it well, Mike. Not the popcorn, the building. <br />"here y'are, get your fresh picked Jersey Sweet corn here. 35 cents per dozen!<br /><br />TomTom Gloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01749723834326832799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041693.post-81705890974025239012013-06-03T23:18:43.640-04:002013-06-03T23:18:43.640-04:00Tom:
Great Photo = wonderful memories.
The body ...Tom:<br /><br />Great Photo = wonderful memories.<br /><br />The body of water in the foreground is the "basin" to which I referred in a recent post re: the The Trenton Warf. As noted, the basin is where I learned to swim before venturing out into the River. I too worked the farmers market. Unlike you, I can't recall the name of the farmer I picked tomatoes for, wiped them shiny and became a huckster at night. <br />Bet you do remember the food concession in the brick buidling, and the big sleeve of popcorn for a nickle. I still remember the lady who ran it; she was Lou Zier's wife, with red hair.<br /><br />Regards<br />Mike KuzmaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com