A familiar family name, and an even more familiar Trenton Business from the past. I remember Meszaros, and also Caeser's meat market on the corner of South Clinton and Hamilton Avenues. My father in law Ray Britton worked as an electrician at John A Roebling Co. back in the 20's and 30's, and often stopped at Caeser's on his long walk home to Hamilton and Newkirk Avenues in Hamilton Township.
Hi Tom, Just back after a month and catching up with your columns. Always a priority for me. Have you anything on Palumbo's market in the Burg? My dad always got supplies for our restaurant on Hamilton Ave from there.
Tom: It's ironic you mentioned Caeser's meat market. I am Active in my Church (St. Vincent dePaul) Less fortunate and homeless ministry here in Newport News. With the economy being what it is, donations have tapered off. We were short of Turkeys and Hams for the Christmas Baskets, and I decided to donate 20 in my mother's name, since she always fed the poor from our back door in South Trenton,back in the 30's. My son David directed me to a business just yesterday, and I asked him what type of business it was, he said "just like Caesers's on Hamilton and Clinton" We got what we needed, and will be dropping them off this afternoon. I guess you never forget your "Home Town". Regards Mike Kuzma
Great story, Mike. The Glovers were very familiar with being poor. As poor as we were, we always had a homeless men come around for a handout. Though we were monetarily poor, we had checkins, eggs and a bountiful basement full of Mom Glover's canned goods from our garden. There was never a man who knocked on our BACK door who went away hungry. They always wanted to do labor in return for the food. This was just as we were coming out of the great depression in the late 1930's. I learned a valuable lesson coming from a poor family. In later life, my bosses (who had promised me and my next in line buddy a very bright future) retired and turned the business over to their sons. The company went Chapter 11 within a year or so and I and my buddy were holding the bag; no pension, no severance pay and no hospitalization. It was a life-changing experience. TOM GLOVER