One of the nice things about this blog (assuming it survives the years) is in the comments which visitors add to a given post. Below is a cut/copy/paste with comments of a recent post relating to John A. Roebling-C.V. Hill baseball game just posted a few days ago. As I began to read these inciteful entries, it occurred to me that some of our more active visitors who are comfortable with verbal composition sent in some very interesting observations. It's observations such as these that my grandchildren will find most interesting if and when they mature and seek information on the way we lived. Keep those comments coming; they are valuable!
I USED THIS INTRODUCTION TO THE POST REFERRED TO ABOVE:
Pleasant memories are one of the many gifts bestowed upon us by our Creator. This is especially true for we senior citizens. To all the younger generation who visit this blog, as you age, you will realize that memories of your younger years will be a very important part of your life. That classic old hymn calls them "Precious Memories," which indeed they are. This is one of the reasons I subtitle this blog, "LOCAL HISTORY WITH A PERSONAL TOUCH."
As long as there are visitors like Ralph Lucarella, Sally Gillman, "Lakeside Girl," "Mike Kuzma," "Lee Belardino," and too many others to list who write with very welcome comments relating to their memories of younger years, I will continue to provide a very pleasant mix of bittersweet nostalgia, along with many little known historic articles that relate to our local area. It is my belief that indulging ourselves in these pleasant visits to the past are a healthy and rewarding pastime that leaves us with a sense of well being.I USED THIS INTRODUCTION TO THE POST REFERRED TO ABOVE:
Pleasant memories are one of the many gifts bestowed upon us by our Creator. This is especially true for we senior citizens. To all the younger generation who visit this blog, as you age, you will realize that memories of your younger years will be a very important part of your life. That classic old hymn calls them "Precious Memories," which indeed they are. This is one of the reasons I subtitle this blog, "LOCAL HISTORY WITH A PERSONAL TOUCH."
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Ralph Lucarella said... - HI TOM.....YOUR COMMENTS TODAY ARE SO VERY TRUE AND BRING BACK THE HAPPY DAYS OF OUR YOUTH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY LOVE OF SPORTS AND LIVING SO CLOSE TO WETZEL FIELD AND ALL THE FRIENDS IN THE BURG AND VILLA PARK. THE DEPRESSION YEARS OF THE 30'S GAVE US THE OPPORTUNITY TO SPENDMOST OF OUR TIME OUTDOORS AND HELPED ME TO STILL BE AROUND TODAY. BEST REGARDS. Tom Glover
- Tom: Hope you and the family had a happy, and blessed Easter. I say unabashedly, that besides my family; in particular my grandchildren; Aleksander Michael of Virginia, and Emily Elizabeth of Pennington NJ, I look forward to reading your columms and adding what little memories I have to share. The opportunity to share joyful memories of our youth,and the impetus you provide us to do so, it most appreciated. Keep up the good work. Best regards Mike Kuzma MANY THANKS, MIKE. IT'S FOLKS LIKE YOU WHO MAKE ALL THE HARD WORK EASY. AS TO MY EASTER (AND MY EASTER DAY 57TH ANNIVERSARY, A REAL PROBLEM. I CAME DOWN WITH A WALL BANGING HEAD COLD AND UNFORTUNATELY SHARED IT WITH MY WIFE. PLEASE KEEP THOSE ALWAYS LUCID KUZMA MEMORIES COMING!TOM GLOVER
- Sally Logan Gilman said...
- Hi Tom: The Logan family was lucky to have had one car. When my mother needed something at the store, I rode my bike to Hermitage Avenue and back to Carteret. When there were too many groceries for my bike basket, my mother, sister and I walked to the store and hiked back, each carrying a bag or two of groceries. I walked every where that the bus did not go and never thought anything of it. I used to walk home from Rider, through downtown, to save bus fare. It was just second nature and part of the wonderful growing-up years in Trenton. They are memories I would not trade for anything. Tom's reply to Sally:Most of our generation feel the same way, Sally. As to the bus, when my kids were growing up, they couldn't believe that I had to wait for a "Crosstown" Trenton Transit bus at the corner of Greenwood and South Olden Avenue to get to my Trenton Bearing job at 1812 North Olden Avenue. The bus only went to Prospect Street and I had to walk the rest of the way down North Olden Avenue to Parkside Avenue. Then after a quick sandwich at 5 PM, it was another walk back up to North Olden Avenue and Prospect Street where Jerry Fisher and I served soft "frozen custard" ice cream until 11 PM closing, and I got a ride home in Jerry's car.(Come to think of it, I can't believe that I did that every day until I bought a 1938 Ford Business Coupe for twenty five bucks.)Tom GloverMonday, April 25, 2011
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- Sally Logan Gilman said...
- And I thought I was a hiker.
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- Tom: Hope you and the family had a happy, and blessed Easter. I say unabashedly, that besides my family; in particular my grandchildren; Aleksander Michael of Virginia, and Emily Elizabeth of Pennington NJ, I look forward to reading your columms and adding what little memories I have to share. The opportunity to share joyful memories of our youth,and the impetus you provide us to do so, it most appreciated. Keep up the good work. Best regards Mike Kuzma
Ralph Lucarella said...
