Tuesday, July 31, 2012
The way the newspapers described different races back in the 19th and early 20th century would never be accepted in today's much more tolerant society. From the "WHIMSICAL" folder in the Hamilton Library Local History database is this now antique article telling Charlie's story. This was an era when there was a very large section of the populace not only in Trenton, but in all of America were not too tolerant of people who didn't look like them, nor act like them.
Every year the local newspapers issued a chronology of newsworthy events that occurred during the year of publication. There are a number of these chronologies in my extensive Trenton Newspaper collection and they will ultimately be digitized. To those visitors with very good eyes, the chronology will only include a listing from May to August 1905. These features were always placed on the last page of a bound volume and as a result, often were torn. tattered and sometimes incomplete, as is the specimen above.
Even though this pre-dates the September, 1939 Nazi invasion of Poland, this article has been assigned to the "WWII" folder in the Hamilton Library Local History Collection. Little did we know back there in 1935 that there would be a Jewish Holocaust where the "Final Solution" would result in unspeakable atrocities.
Monday, July 30, 2012
How the years have slipped by! I have been writing for the local press for over 30 of my 78 years. It seems like only yesterday that I did a number of columns for the Trenton Times wherein my fictional character, Lawson Tattler was interviewed by equally fictional freelance "stringer" Tom Glover. The interview was based on various news items from 1909. Note that even though Klockner School celebrated their centennial in 2008, the school wasn't formerly dedicated until 1909.
How very archaic! This graphic was posted a few years ago, but it bears repeating. It shows two telephone operators at their switchboard, laboring all day answering and forwarding phone calls. The photo can now be classified as an historic and ephemeral memory of an era that will never return. How I miss that olive green New Jersey Bell Telephone truck as he responded on the SAME DAY to a telephone problem. I am hearing that the home telephone as we know it is fast becoming as extinct as the passenger pigeon. Not in the Glover household, thank you. I still want to be able to press a butting the size of my fingers and listen on a phone that has a speaker that fits the ear, and a transmitter that lines up with my mouth. As you might imagine, yes, I have a cell phone, but only use it for a possible on the road emergency breakdown so I can call AAA.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Our WWII veterans are passing away at an alarming rate. My brother Len recently went to be with the Lord, and his final minutes left me with an image I will never forget. He and I were talking during his last hours on this earth, and at one moment in our conversation, he looked away with a blank stare and wondered aloud, "What will I say to God when he asks me about all those men, women and children I killed during all those bombing missions over Nazi Germany. Cologne, Schweinfurt, Essen....I can still see the flames burning as our B24 circled for home." What a terrible burden to carry through life! I suggested that we were at war, and collateral damage is to be expected. Think of all the cruelty we find in the Holy Bible.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
These are my friends in the Hamilton High class of 1952. Strange, but I should have been in that class, but for some reason, I skipped 1st grade and moved ahead one year. Many of those Hornets are acquaintances. Indeed, one young lady, Madeline Bencivengo, stole my heart as a teenager, but alas, like 20 or 25 other flames I had during those years when the hormones were raging, Tommy Glover crashed and burned. I will be bringing the music of the early 1950's to my fellow Hornets at their reunion in October. We'll be singing the songs of Eddie Fisher, Perry Como, Rosemary Clooney, and many other wonderful singers from an era when you could understand the music and dance to it without being gymnists ala those dance tv shows that are now in vogue. What the heck every happened to cheek to cheek dancing? By the way, the pretty girl top left in the graphic is Madeline Bencivengo next to her friend and my next door neighbor, Shirley Sneath. Madeline was the object of my affection for about a year....but alas, it turned out to be the 5th or 6th case of "unrequited love."
And now a word from our own Mike Kuzma, a true "Tornado:"
And now a word from our own Mike Kuzma, a true "Tornado:"
Friday, July 27, 2012
Did any visitors to this blog go to the Capitol Tomato Pie restaurant? If you did, was it a real Trenton tomato pie or a thick crust cheese-filled pizza with more cheese than tomato? I never knew of the place, but would bet that one of our old center city visitors from the past will fill us in. By the way, I am still a die hard Ricky DeLorenzo Hamilton Avenue tomato pie lover. I have been a DeLorenzo fan since way back in the 1940's when they had a location on Hamilton Avenue in the area of today's Hamilton Avenue post office.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
I received the email below from Betsy (Salvatore) Cole. She included a few news clippings detailing a scare which Salvatore Scardone caused when he set off professional fireworks in the back yard of a Franklin area tavern. The article above is a reformatted copy of Betsy's email to me. Further research in my files found the article where Salvatore Scardone faced a judge, along with very prominent friends, including Richard Hughes. Thanks for the email Betsy and the article which I had to reformat due to the length of the original you sent in color. Betsy wrote:
Dear Mr Glover
Dear Mr Glover
My father Arthur A " Sarky" Salvatore was best man in his friend Anthony "Gigi" Chianese's wedding at St Joachim's church on January 15 1941. He would later become a Superior Court Judge but then was just a young lawyer. As a surprise gift for "Gigi", Salvatore Scardone ( yes the one who did most of Trenton's fireworks) set off a fireworks display in the yard of the at cafe on Franklin Street where the reception was being held. The explosions scared people all over the city. After the police took Mr Scardone away my Dad , morning coat and all, had to go to the jail to bail him out. Where else but in the " Burg" would there be a reception like that?
Betsy Salvatore Cole
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
It took quite a bit of tweaking to bring out some of the detail in this interesting view of South Clinton Avenue. The "Mazur ?" lettering on the panel truck in the foreground is blurred due to the motion of the vehicle when the photographer took the photo.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Crosswicks and North Crosswicks are incredibly steeped in history. Enoch Middleton was an historic figure and one of the more prominent men in the history of that southern Hamilton Township area. His home served as a station on the Underground Railroad back during the Civil War era. According to my dear friend, the late Bob Simpkins, Middleton sent many of his railroad "passengers" over to Yardville to the Allinson home in today's "Locust Hill" section of Hamilton on the Yardville-Hamilton Square Road. Legend has it that the next stop was Cranbury in Middlesex County.
These exquisite views of Chambersburg during "The Golden Years" will give future generations a very pristine view of a Trenton neighborhood that was known for tidy homes, friendly neighbors who knew and looked out for each other, and a penchant for keeping their simple row homes in well maintained condition. Journeying back in my own mind's eye, I can still see residents of Emery Avenue, Bayard Street, and other streets, washing their front stoops and sweeping the sidewalks and gutters in front of their homes. Cleanliness was indeed next to Godliness back during that era.
Monday, July 23, 2012
This is a repeat of a photo I posted a few weeks ago. It shows the incredible changes that have taken in this neighborhood over the past 60 years. Ironically, my car is parked on the sidewalk every Sunday morning directly in front of Sacred Heart Church. The diner and gas station which is located on that little plot of ground is no longer there. Samuel Light's building remains, as do many other buildings along that stretch of South Broad Street. The huge vacant lot across from Sacred Heart was thankfully torn down when a motel of disrepute occupied the spot.