"IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS, EVERYWHERE YOU GO.
TAKE A LOOK IN THE FIVE AND TEN, GLISTENING ONCE AGAIN,
WITH CANDY CANES AND SILVER LANES AGLOW..."
That's one of the songs we'll be singing at my up-coming Christmas Carol Singalong at Kuser Mansion on December 13th. Even after all these years, the holiday season from Thanksgiving to Christmas holds memories which will remain with me forever.
I have an abiding love of that grand old city of Trenton where I grew up. Even though a Hamiltonian by birth, "downtown" or "uptown" Trenton was the center of the universe to those of us "hicks from the sticks" who lived in the outlying suburbs of Trenton. My generation has pleasant memories of those visits to downtown Trenton long before the advent of the mall. I still recall the magical holiday experience of a trip to downtown Trenton to visit "Toyland" at Goldberg's or Swern's, the ever-present Salvation Army Santa with his black pot, the irresistible aroma permeating the intersection of State and Broad Streets with the delighful aroma of roasted peanuts, fresh brewed coffee and chocolate, hot dogs, and the distinctive exhaust from Trenton Transit buses that came to the city from all directions,.
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Sally Logan Gilman said... - Greetings Tom: While my mother got the turkey in the oven, my father took my sister and me to see Santa arrive at Swerns on Thanksgiving morning. It was a tradition and one my father, Russ Logan, looked forward too. I know it was to spend time with my sister and me and not to avoid the chaos in the kitchen. I think my mother, Sarah, liked getting us out from underfoot. It was a winning situation for everyone. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
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