
From my "Deutzville" folder, this interesting invoice from Broad Street Park's E.S. Willey company for lumber for use at the Deutzville School.
When I was a boy, one of the juvenile thrills was to be able to see the bright red "Broad Street Bank" sign on top of the Trenton skyscraper. It was plainly visible from our neighbor's attic. Here we have a merge of an 1888 article on the founding of the bank, and a 1900 photo of their new quarters.


I wish I was around when the decision was made to destroy these World War II community displays. They were prominently placed all over the area, and I have searched in vain to see if any have survived. If you look closely, and if you have a larger monitor, many of the names are legible in my graphic.

I have found that there are a number of visitors who are interested in the Junior 3 - Cadwalader area. Here's a photo from 1937. Is Bill Holcombe the gentleman who went on to have a very talented band? It seems to me that I met him at a recent reunion of Trenton High's class of '42. Bill brought his very talented orchestra, and played all the good stuff.
1954: It was a very good year. some 55 years later, Judy Britton and Tom Glover celebrated 55 years of wedded bliss, along with those infrequent incidents that added wrinkle after wrinkle to our once young countenance. Here's an article I wrote for the Hornets from the class of '54. Unless my math is faulty, they will be headed for their 55th this year of 2009.

I miss those annual high school operettas. It would really be nice to see the high schools do what is being done on Broadway with musical revivals. Wouldn't it be nice to see "The Red Mill," or one of Gilbert and Sullivans masterpieces? As I was reading over the program which I have digitally re-mastered, I was transported back to the year 1949 where a lovely Bettee BeigerHi Tom,
My name is Steve Allen (Class of ’74). Recently we started working on our plans for our F35th reunion to be held on Friday, November 27th, 2009. Specific details regarding place, costs, time, etc have yet to be established. However, as a result of the planning, and since I have my own web/graphic design company, I am responsible for all internet communications. Again, since my company designs websites, we created a site for the class of 74 (http://www.hhswclassof74.com/). It just went “live” this weekend and still have some pages to complete. The reason for my e-mail is to see if you would be willing to mention us in your blog. In return, I have created a link on our site for “Links” which I will be placing Classmates.com, the Official HHSW website and Alumni site and would be more than happy to add your hhs51 blog if you would like.
This June 10th we will be having our first fundraiser at Applebees on Rt. 33, from 11am till 10pm with 10% of each bill going towards our fundraising efforts. Within the next day or two I will have the flyer online that everyone needs to take into the restaurant in order to get the donations. Of course we would appreciate any publicity your blog could offer as I am sure you have numerous fellow hornets that are avid readers of your blog and would be willing to help out by dining out on that day.
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me…
Thanks,
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs..
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans..
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our 55th is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.
I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.
Author Unknown
After the dam broke in May, 1987, I was one among at least 10 or 15 other metal detector operators as we searched for the hundreds of coins, rings, bracelets, and other treasures which were lost under the water at "Lakeside" over the years. Most detector operators are honest. When they find an item of jewelry with a name engraved, an attempt is made to find the owner. In fact, the only thing I found was a sterling silver identification bracelet with the inscription, "J. or M. O'Keefe." And don't you know, I found Mr. O'Keefe. I called him and sent the bracelet back to him. Needless to say, he was a very happy camper. He was a veteran of WWII and he remembered when he lost it.
Honest now, would you buy a used car from these guys? Count on it; I would. Were it not for Rafferty, Lacy, Angarone and the members of the "The Rafferty Team," there would be no Hamilton Township Public Library Local History Collection. Many years ago, I approached Jack Rafferty with a proposal to set up an archives featuring Hamilton's splendid historic heritage. Bottom line: He did. I have been an archivist at the Hamilton Library ever since, and as it says in my profile, I'll be digging out local history until I reach the age of 100, or my gray matter ceases to compute; whichever comes first!
From the "NOTABLE PERSONS" folder in the library database, this photo of Ms. Destribats as she was chairing a fund raiser for Hamilton Hospital. I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Destribats when she attended one of my Kuser Mansion "The Music We Grew Up With" programs. Phyllis is the Mom of Tracey Destribats, charged with the daunting task of overseeing operations at Kuser Mansion, Sayen House, and the Grafton House.
Even then citizens were up in arms about the high taxes. Those folks would tremble with rage if they saw our tax bills today. (You will note that the graphic is not quite as clear as those I scan in "grayscale." Grayscale is much cleaner, but large text files can take up huge amounts of space. The graphic above has been scanned using the "Black and White" mode, which is a "bare-bones," non-adjustable graphic, but very small in relation to the size of a grayscale graphic.


In my life journey, I remember a number of Trenton Mayors from Donal Connolly to today's Mayor Douglas Palmer. If we were dealing with "class," on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the max, Art Holland would score a resounding 10. This was one of two letters I received from Art during my time as a writer for the late, great Mercer Messenger. The written note on the bottom was added by my boss, Editor-Publisher Jack Lacy.

Mr. Hutchinson could well be called, "Mr. Homedell." The Hutchinson farm was on the border of Cedar Street (Cedar Lane) and the Liberty Street area where the old Homedell School is located. Today's Hutchinson Street off Cedar Lane is named for the family. It is interesting to note that the old Friendship School, once located on the Cedar Street (Cedar Lane) hill, probably had a Hutchinson connection, but as of this writing, I have found no connection.
As my local history collection evolves, I find that numerous articles and/or photos can be combined to add a more detailed account of an historic event. In this case, the article on the Pilgrim Presbyterian Chapel from the Daily State Gazette was united with an old post card which has been in my collection for years. The graphic that follows this on the obit of Mr. Joseph Wright is in the same category: in that case, combining a map of the area showing the Wright family farm land with the 1894 obit of Mr. Wright.
The death of Joseph Wright in 1894 coincides with the 1875 map adjacent to the obit, wherein I have highlighted the streets, along with the two listings of the Wright family. Note the toll house that was at the intersection of what was then Cedar Street at the intersection of So. Broad Street, (then the White Horse Turnpike), and Lalor Street. The map gives just a tantalizing indication of th extent of the Wright family land holdings in Hamilton Township. When the farm was broken up for development, the real estate ads listed it as the "Wright Land Association."

The article above does NOT refer to the photo of the original Edgebrook school, shown in the photo. The article is referring to the red brick school house on Route 130 that was closed years ago. Most recently it was the meeting place of the American Legion.
These capsule biographies are completely fascinating and historically interesting. Mr. McGinty was from the old "Irishtown" area of Trenton, and chances are nearly unanimous that he and his family were communicants at old St. John's-Sacred Heart Parish. McGinty's career spanned the era from Trenton's volunteer fire years up 1892 when Trenton went to the paid fire department.
It's quite a hike from the Kuser Farm neighborhood in which I lived, to the "Broad" on South Broad in the Chambersburg section of Trenton. Given that distance, there were numerous times we walked there for an especially good move. We often walked to the neighboring "Bijou"
As we prepare to formally celebrate the centennial of Kuser School, I will be posting various historical photos and documents from my extensive collection of Kuser memorabilia. Above is an extract from the minute book of the era, wherein the Board of Ed presented a formal resolution authorizing the purchase of land on which to build the new school. Arthur Wildblood is highlighted. Along with the P.J. Hoare, Bachman and Petitt familes, the Wildblood family is included among the pioneer residents of the Hamilton-Newkirk-Kuser School area.
Many years ago, Mr. Al DeMartin, then Superintendent of Hamilton Township Schools, let me have access to the Hamilton Township School Board minutes. At the time I was researching the history of Kuser School, the grammar school of my youth. Al was approachable in that era before "voice mail," and "he's in a meeting," and other personal access problems which plagues always busy 21st century Americans. In a phone call that took all of 3 or 4 minutes, Al gave me permission to borrow the minute book which pertained to the founding of Kuser School. Above is just one page from the meeting which led up to the construction of Kuser School, now celebrating an historic centennial year.