1895: Trinity Cathedral: In the Beginning

One of the most fascinating facets of my Hamilton Library Local History project is uncovering treasures such as the engraving of the Overbrook Avenue beginnings of what would become the exquisitely beautiful Trinity Cathedral. This file is from the Hamilton Library's "TRINITY CATHEDRAL" folder.

1913: Lewd and Indecent Shows Under Attack

Like Pavlov's experiment with dogs, we have been very gradually spoon fed the "lewd" behavior which the authorities in this post refer to. I wonder what those authorities from 1913 would think if they were to be transported to the year 2006 and were to experience real, genuine crass and crude lewdness?

1913:Holy Name Society Convocation

A number of years ago, I served 4 or 5 terms as President of the St. Anthony Holy Name Society. As many of my St. Anthony colleagues will attest, we felt fortunate if we had 10 members in attendance. Had the zeal expressed by those thousands of church members continued through the years, I would guess that there would be much less violence and societal mayhem as we find in today's society. I would assume that this lack of participation is not unique to the Roman Catholic faith. I would assume the same apathy is apparent in other religious persuasions.

1907: The N.J. State Fair Under Fire Again

I often wonder what the generation of 1907 would think if they were to take a peek at the decadent trash being put forth by today's telelvision, motion pictures, other venues. The Midway and the saloons controversy referred to in the accompanying article seems very tame by today's standards.

1921: Trenton Police Officer Jacob Thiel

Small world! I find that my late Uncle Charles Gaudette, who was the Superintendent of the Trenton War Memorial Building, was related to the Thiel family through Ms. Phoebe Thiel. Jacob Thiel was often in the news of Trenton's yesteryear as a prominent officer of the city of Trenton. The Thiel family also had an interest in Trenton's well-known plumbing outfitters, Lincoln Supply Company.

St. Anthony Grammar School Class of '42 Part 1

Once again, I have divided a very large rectangular class photo into two parts. The other half is in the next post. Anyone there you know?

St. Anthony Grammar School Class of '42 Part 2

Here's the other half of the very long rectangular photo of the class of 1941 from St. Anthony Grammar School. The young lady, second from the right in the first row, is my Sister-in-Law, Dolores Britton Paul. Next to her, far right first row is her friend Claire Newell Fasick.

Alice Schmidt Mullen's Bromley

Here's another great retrospective from my classmate from Hamilton High Class of '51, "The Class With Class." Alice tells of the persons, places and things she recalls as she and our fellow class of '51 classmate, Joan Holland Sager recall the Bromley of the 40's and 50's. Thanks, Alice!

1880: Sacred Heart Church Paintings

Judy and I are active parishioners at this, the oldest parish in the State of New Jersey. Sacred Heart on South Broad Street is steeped in antiquity. Indeed, the gorgeous edifice is listed as a National Historic Site. My interest in local history makes for a perfect fit, and I know my viewers will indulge me as I post many historic items from the very extensive "ST. JOHN'S-SACRED HEART" folder in the Hamilton Library's Local History Collection. The 1888 article accompanying this post tells of the Baraldi paintings which were done in the late 1800's. There will be many other interesting posts on this historic church in the future.

1927: Successful American-Italian Businesses

Are you related to any of the businesses listed? If you are, I would like to include your information on this page for inclusion with this file.

Bromley Inn Circa 1910

This very rare photo of the fabled Bromley Inn is from an old glass negative. The white spots which obliterate part of the image is the result of the slide being subjected to moisture at some time during its long period of storage. The sign indicates that "Mein Host" Charles Fulkert was a
purveyor of the beer from the Kuser family's brewery.

White Horse VFD

I wrote this column a number of years ago as a mini history of one of the wonderful volunteer fire companys who have served so selflessly in our community since the early part of the 20th century. No matter what the weather nor the hour, when that fire siren goes off, these ladies and men are right there to protect and serve.

1938: Colonial Fire Company

When you have resided in the same area of Hamilton as I have for lo, these 70-plus years, a photo like that shown of the Colonial Fire Company dance group shows surnames with which you are familiar. Frances Carnochan was a teacher at Kuser School. While I don't happen to know Bobby Quick and Gloria Homan, I associate them with names I do recall from my era. Bobby Quick brings the possibility that he is related in some way to the Quick family who resided on Kuser Avenue (today's Leonard Avenue). I would further assume that Gloria Homan is related to my dear friend, Audrey Homan Sperling. Hamilton was indeed a rural community back then!

George's Liquor Store

This little bit of ephemera comes from late 40's or early 50's when we had lettered prefixes. It is found in the BUSINESSES, HAMILTON" folder.

How well I remember George's Liquor Store!

In his later years, Pop Glover would call me, "Tom, stop at Georges on your way over and pick me up a fifth of Seagrams, will you?" Upon delivering the spirits, He would hand me three bucks. I didn't have the heart to tell him that 1955 prices were a bit outdated in 1984!

George was a long time member of the fire company of my youth.

1915: EDGEBROOK SCHOOL

Not many people know there was once an Edgebrook School. It was located on today's Route 130 at the intersection of Klockner Road, across from the U.S. Postal Service facility. A red brick building still exists on the site, and I think I read where there is a move afoot to demolish the building to adjust for traffic flow.

1915: Princeton's BRIGHT HOPE AFRICAN BAPTIST CHURCH

As this article reveals, austerity was priority number one among some members of Princeton's Bright Hope Baptist Church.

1918: WWI Hero Neadom Roberts

Still in keeping with Black History Month, another file from the Local History Collection's "AFRICAN-AMERICAN" folder, tells of the awarding of the War Cross to a Trenton man from the African-American community of Trenton.

1907: Contemporary Club 1907-1908 Events Calendar

Trenton's well known Contemporary Club has been serving the area for over one hundred years. Here is a calendar of events which was published for the 1907 - 1908 season. Most of the programs listed are extremely interesting.

1907: The Ultimate Stalker!

Things haven't changed that much over the past 100 years. We have stalkers now, and there were stalkers back than. Miss Helen Roebling was stalked by a particularly obnoxious stalker who was apparently allowed to live his fantasy infatuation for a long, long time.

1915: Old School Baptist Meeting House

Hey Hopewell! I confess to being less than informed on the magnificent history of Hopewell, and appeal to a viewer from that area to let me know if this this edifice still in existence or was it the victim of the wrecker's ball? It sure was an historical gem.

1921: Hey! You Lakeside Park People, No skinny dipping!

Any old timer from Hamilton will remember the Clay Pits, once located near the intersection of Whitehorse-Mercerville Road and Kuser Road, in the vicinity of today's Hamilton Elks. It was a bonafide "skinny dipping" place for many a local country boy back in the 30's and 40's. The article on skinny dippers at Gropp's Lake ("Lakeside"), was a complete surprise to me and I would bet to a number of other old timers.

1898: Shiloh Baptist Church

Once again in recognition of Black History Month, this early article from from the "AFRICAN-AMERICAN" folder in the Local History Collection of the Hamilton Township Public Library. Here is an early article relating to Trenton's historic Shiloh Baptist Church.

1946: Trentonian Tuskegee Airman

Captain Ellwood Driver of Trenton joins two other airmen as they are appointed to the U.S. Army. Are there any other Trenton area living or deceased members of the Tuskegee Airmen? If so, it would be a welcome addition to this website. If you have anything locally relating to that heroic group, or any interesting African American history which you think might be of interest, to local viewers, email it to me at thomglo@verizon.net.

1918: Shiloh Baptist Fund Raiser

With February being Black History Month, I dug into my "AFRICAN-AMERICAN" folder and came up with this, and other interesting memorabilia relating to the Trenton area's African-American community. There will be more posted during the remainder of the month.

1938 Cathedral Girls' Basketball Team

Here they are, the crack 1938 Cathedral High School Girls' basketball team. Anybody there you know?

1938: That Bund Meeting Was a "Flop"

The earlier post on the German-American Bund meeting that was held in Trenton turned out to be a very unpopular affair.

1938: Trinity P.E. Church

Memorial Altar to Hamilton Schuyler, one of the most prominent clergy men in the Protestant Episcopal church.

1938: The Pre-WWII German Bund Comes to Trenton

Before the atrocities committed by the Nazi party during WWII, there was an organization which proclaimed their enemies to be the Communists who were infiltrating American labor organizations. Wherever they went, the police were sure to follow. The group was te cause numerous civil unrest as the article indicates.

1938: Sacred Heart Program

Here's Mrs. James Cunningham, one of the participants in the minstrel which was performed for the benefit of the parish.

1938: Parkway School Safety Patrol

Here they are folks, the students of Ewing Township's Parkway school all decked out in their "Keystone Automobile Club" patrol boy - patrol girl outfits. (I assume they were wearing "Keystone" badges, but I am not really certain.)

1938: Pennington "Courtesy" Parking

This is incredibly interesting! We did indeed live in a calmer, more peaceful and civilized society.

1938: Trenton Central High School Honor Society

At one time, "the red and black" was noted for educational excellence. Here's a photo of the 1938 Honor Society from that grand old school.

1938: Roller Bearing Company of America

Mr. Trainer's profile hits very close to home for me personally. I gave up 40-plus years working for a distributor of the bearings manufactured by Mr. Trainer's Roller Bearing Company of America . That distributor for whom I worked all those years went "Chapter 11" and left me without even a "Timex" watch. Lesson learned: Working for a family run company can be hazardous to your career! As that old Pennsylvania Dutchman said, "Ve get too soon old, und too late schmart."

1938: Jewish Refugees Flee Europe

As this post is being composed, C-Span is televising an Iranian "Revolution Day Rally" which was held on Saturday, February 11th. There is a very prominent sign proclaiming "Holocaust is a Lie!" by one of the anti-Israel Iranians. Another sign reads "Down With Democracy." The article on this post is from the 1930's. It is one of many that documented the plight of the Jews in Europe in the 1930's, leading to "Crystal Nacht," and ultimately to the slaughter of millions of Jews in Europe. Here we are in the year 2006, and the President of Iran is speaking his inflammatory speech to a huge assembly which resembles one of Adolph Hitler's massive Nuremburg rallys in the 1930's. History does indeed repeat itself, only sometime with different character!

Bill Donnelly's Bromley

AFTER POSTING ONE OR TWO ITEMS ON BROMLEY, I RECEIVED A COUPLE OF E-MAILS FROM BROMLEY NATIVE BILL DONNELLY. BILL HAS VERY CONCISE MEMORIES OF GROWING UP IN THE BROMLEY NEIGHBORHOOD. BILL WRITES:


Today, if you can stand it, I'd like to tell you about growing up. I was born on Roberts Avenue, in 1936, the second of 6 children. Later a cousin came to live with us after her mother died. So seven kids and 2 adults lived in a 4 room row house. No central heat and no bath-tub. The toilet was in an unheated shed attached to the back of the house. Bathing was accomplished standing on a chair, by the kitchen sink. My father, a fantastic artist, earned little money by lettering signs. He painted lots of beautiful scenes on bar mirrors, all over Trenton. But that was just for drinks.
As I mentioned earlier, Roberts Avenue, except for the poverty, was a terrific place to grow up. My grandparents lived just up the street, among the colored people. After they died, the house was bought by a colored family, one of whom was a young motorcycle cop who grew up to become police chief, Ernie Williams. They eventually sold the house to the Baxter family. Lennon Baxter became one of my best friends. Lennie's favorite activity was jumping off the back porch roof (About 12 feet up). He liked to pretend that he was a paratrooper. He used to visit me when he was in town. But I haven't seen him in about 20 years.
Marrius Bonnacci (AAA Trucking) lived just down the alley from us and he was a big time deep sea fisherman.
Mr Bonnacci would catch tuna fish, bigger than a boy my age, and bring it home and dump it in the alley. Then he would make one phone call, and within minutes everyone knew about it, and all the moms would be there with a kitchen knife and a plate, and take a big treat home to their family. That fish never ending up stinking. It was gone very quickly.
One of the notable landmarks at Nottingham and E. State (By my reckoning, the center of Bromley, (and therefore the center of the universe), was George's Candy Store. Not penny candies. The REAL STUFF. The Gods smiled down on us one day....George had a fire. A bad fire. The firemen came and broke all the windows and tossed ALL THAT CANDY out onto the sidewalk. More candy than we could carry. So my best friend and I just went and layed down in it and feasted for as long as our stomach would take it. No, we did not get sick. 64 years later I can still taste it and enjoy that experience.
One of our main playgrounds was the Thermoid dump, in Whiteheads. They threw anything that wasn't up to specs out back and burned them. There were all sorts of hoses and fan belts by the thousand. Later, I got through tech school selling reject fan belts to all the local gas stations. But, I digress. The thousand and thousands of pounds of rubber/fibre products would smolder for weeks. Two feet high, the top layers of ash were actually cool to the touch. Inside, at ground level was molten fire. You would never believe it. One day I stepped in the ashes/fire. My foot was out immediately. My shoe remained in the fire. I ran down to the assunpink and put my right foot in the water. I walked like that all the way to Hetzel field (More than a mile). There I picked up the Bromley Creek, and walked in it to about 1/2 a block from my house(Another 3/4 of a mile). From there I ran home. Mom spent a solid pound of butter on it and it finally cooled down. Today, we know that the butter was the wrong thing to do. However, Not only was there no scarring. I didn't suffer another minute of discomfort from it.
Well, that's enough for now. If you aren't bored to tears, next time I tell you a little bit about the teen years, 1949-1953.
At ten years old, Richie DeHart was my best friend. Richie lived about 10 houses up the street from me. Somehow I had come into possession of a wooden broomstick. A most valuable commodity for a 10 year old. Somehow it had gotten into the hands of my best friend, and he was not about to give it back. When the situation became very ugly, Richie took off running for home. I took off in rapid pursuit, about 20 feet behind him. he ran down the street, flew up his stairs and across the porch and hit the door...........................IT WAS LOCKED!!! Richie turned, and here comes me up the steps. I guess he didn't have much choice. He raised that broomstick and brought it down right across my back. The stick broke totally in two. So now, nobody had it. The stream of profanity that I unleashed on Richie would have made a drunken sailor proud. But it was missing something. The N word was not part of my vocabulary. Years later I thought, "Boy, I could have really got him if I used that word."
I told you about riding the inside doors to a refrigerator down a stream. At about 12, my buddy Red Burns and I went out to Panelyte and got 2 door panels and rode down the Assunpink, toward Whitehead Falls. Part way there a storm started blowing, the water got very choppy and we started taking on water. Red made it to shore, but I did not. About 15 feet out my "boat" went under. That means no more forward progress and the boat starts rocking down. So it goes six inches forward and 4 inches down. Then 6 inches back and 4 inches down, and so on. Fortubately for me, there was a man on shore washing his car. This strange man sprang into action. He removed his shoes and carefully placed then on a concrete wall. Then he took off his pants, folded them neatly and placed them also on the wall. Next came his socks, which had to be placed correctly side by side, then folded and paced on top of his pants. All this time I'm watching as my boat goes deeper and deeper, and by now I'm actually standing on it.
My hero then wades out into six inches of water and pushes Red's boat out for me to grab onto. I grabbed it, and he pulled it back in and I was rescued. I wish I had a good punch line for this true story. I don't. But I'll never forget watching this meticulous man take such care of his things while I was about to drown.
As a young teen, in summer, all life was centered around Bromley field. The routine was: Get up early. Have a quick breakfast and get over there before the teams were picked. A baseball game would go on all day. No one counted innings. If you missed the picking, you had to sit and wait until someone got hurt (almost never happened) or had to go home. That could be a bathroom break, doctor appointmentt, date with mom. So there was a possibility, but one had to be very patient. We played baseball until dark, every day, and never got enough. Occasionally someone else had the field and was playing a game, so we had to wait. They usually only played 9 innings. The break was good. It allowed a little non-competitive socializing. It was during these "social periods " that I met Joseph Turpin. Joe was (I think) the same age as the rest of us, but he was a Downs Syndrom child. Joe, like the rest of us, liked to laugh. At us. At himself. It didn't matter. He often referred to himself as "Joseph B. Benjamin Turpentine Junior, Big ass." Everybody laughed at that. Here's a lesson. "You can't laugh at a guy who's laughing at himself. You can only laugh with him." Joe's parents lived on Park Lane, so all he had to do was go out the back door, and he was there. I have always wanted to tell them, or Joe's siblings (If he had any) that we all loved Joe, and he loved all of us. Joe was perfectly safe with us. Certainly none of us would harm him, and we were always around so nobody else could either. Looking back, it was strange. Joe was a "Downs Kid", but he was just one of the guys. No dicussion of Bromley field is complete without mentioning the Bromley Creek. It was clean water. We caught hundreds of crawfish there. You place a coffee can behind him and move something slowly in front of him, and he will back up slowly right into the can. Mom cooked them up and we loved to eat them. The creek served another purpose as well. Anyone guilty of the slightest transgression, on a boring day, could be tossed into the creek. It was only a foot or two deep. Not many passed through there that didn't eventually test the depth and temperature of the water. The creek served another purpose as well. Anyone guilty of the slightest transgression, on a boring day, could be tossed into the creek. It was only a foot or two deep. Not many passed through there that didn't eventually test the depth and temperature of the water. After dinner, all the guys would congregate on the creek bridge. The brownstone walls were only about two feet high. Also about two feet wide. A perfect place to sit. "All the guys" included: Butch Sweeney, John Pietowski, Rich Korchma, Gary Paul, Jock Cullen, myself, Walt Whalen, occasionally my brother, John, and a variety of other occasionals. Note, on the map, that the creek bridge is adjacent to Louie The Greek's restaurant. Also note that with the angle of the building, one could pretty much look directly into the side (Kitchen) window. Long before air conditioning became popular, that kitchen window was always open. We would go to Johnnie Rices' Car lot and get handfuls of those little white landscaping stones. We would sit on the bridge, with back to the road and try to throw those little stones into the big pot of soup that Louie always had on the stove. Many people enjoyed that stone soup without knowing all the ingredients. I don't know why we enjoyed tormenting Louie. He was not a bad guy. But he did have a nervous problem. He had little groups of salt, pepper, sugar and napkins on the counter. Every 5 minutes he had to re-arrange them, just switching them around, endlessly. One dark evening when I came around the corner, the guys were all excited. They had thought of a good trick to play on Louie. They would carry me into the restaurant and lay me down on the floor, telling Louie that I got hit by a car and was hurt real bad. They carried me in with my eyes closed and then dropped me on the floor. I knew something was wrong. I looked up and here comes Louie with a pot of hot water. I barely got out on time. Afterward, my friends told me I was the fourth one to enjoy that game that night. Louie got his revenge on me. Although not intentional. One evening, after it had snowed real good, someone in my grandmothers house asked me to go to Cleary's drug store. I was more than willing. It gave me a chance to go out with my sled, and belly flop all the way there and back. Louie, out of concern for his customers safety, spread nice white ashes on the snow in front of his place of business. In the dim light the ashes looked just like the snow. When that sled hit that ash it might as well have been welded to the sidewalk. I, however, was not so attached. I slid forward on my face, off the sled and across those ashes. When I got home, they thought I'd been in a fight with Joe Lewis.
I keep telling you what a great neighborhood I grew up in. When I was about 8 years old, my father fell off our porch roof and fractured his pelvis. He spent 6 months in a cast up to his waste. Money got tighter than usual. We lived on a diet of almost all potatoes. Mom could make them a hundred different ways.
The Hamilton Fire Company had a Bingo once a week. I went, and I played, and what do you think happened? I won a huge box of food. Everything you could imagine. Do you think that could have been rigged? Nah! I was just lucky.
Mrs Harris was a wonderful, beautiful lady who lived next door to my Grandparents. My cousin, Bob, and I loved to play on their grape arbors. But they were pretty flimsy and got broken a lot. Mrs Harris never seemed to mind. I don't remember ever seeing Mr Harris, but he must have been a mean old man. Every now and then, Mrs Harris would say "You boys better go home. Mr Harris is on his way" Do you think that sweet woman lied to us? Nah, she wouldn't do that.
Fascinating stories, Bill. Thanks for sending this to me. It will be incorporated in the BROMLEY files.

1903" Groveville Baseball

Here is the final scoring on the first game of the 1903 baseball season. Sorry Groveville, you lost.

1946: Kuser School Safety Patrol Part 1

See the following post for the right side of this school photo.

1946: Kuser School Safety Patrol Part II

Once again, I have divided this school photo in half in order to better see the details. I know most of the folks shown in the photo. I was in 7th grade when this photo was taken. Indeed, I should have been in the photo, but I was "busted" for throwing snow balls! Miss Julia McLain was a strict, strict, strict, disciplinarian, and when she took me in to Miss Emily Reynolds' office, I was doomed. Two Prussian Disciplinarians!

1946: Stand aside, Nascar, Here are the Midgets!

How I loved to watch those little race cars slipping and sliding along the dirt track at the New Jersey State Fairgrounds race track! My hero was Ted Horn. I can still hear those "Offey" engines roaring past us as we watched from the Smith Street area of Klockner Road.

1946: The Basketball Stars of Trenton

The gentleman on the lower left is the late Frank Donlon, a dear friend of mine from the late, great, St. Anthony Holy Name Society. Frank was one of the most prominent sports coaches back in the 30's and 40's. As to the basketball stars, I remember reading about many of them as a teenager. Anyone there you know?

1938: Do You Remember "The Monkey House?"

You are wearing silver in your sideburns if you remember when
Cadwalader Park hosted "The Monkey House." I remember it well. I also remember that there was a distinctive aroma as you approached the area. Today, the gorgeous "Ellerslie" hosts a cultural museum with art exhibits, and other cultural affairs.

1938 Brith Sholom Leaders

There are many familiar names in this listing of the leaders of Brith Sholom: Rubin, Fishberg, Roth, Lefkowitz, etc. Notice the uniformity of dress, as each gentleman is bow tied and decked out in dark jackets.

1945: Trenton Police Pistol Team

Thanks to my friend Mary (Cobine) Sheff for this interesting photo of the crack pistol team from the Trenton Police Department.

A subsequent note from Herb Young and another from Bob Shaw identifies the officer on the far right in the photo as Vince Karpovage. Thanks, Herb and Bob!

1941 Among the first of "The Greatest Generation"

I can only imagine what it must have been like during those frightening, early months of World War II. Locally, we were hearing stories of Nazi submarines off the coast of New Jersey. On the west coast, there was a fear that the Japanese would attack the major cities. It was against that background that our young men took that fabled step forward and became members of Uncle Sam's fighting forces.

My Friend, Ray Sypniewski

REMEMBER TO LOOK FOR THE BLUE AND ORANGE

ICON IN THE LOWER RIGHT CORNER OF THIS POST.

IT CAN BE ENLARGED TO LEGIBLE SIZE.

Ray was the first Trenton area fatality of the Korean War. His family lived right up the street from me in our Hartley Avenue home. He was a member of the class of 1950 at Hamilton High.

1935: Wilbur Trenton Times Delivery Boys

I never had a paper route when I was a boy. We lived in the "sticks" where the paper was delivered by a fellow in a car. The photos show a group of happy newsboys as they post in front of the Trenton Times Substation. Does anyboy know where it was located and if the building still exists?

The following information received from my friend, Paul Woolverton. Paul was grew up in the Wilbur section of Trenton:

*THE BUILDING (in the photo) WAS ON GARFIELD AVENUE BETWEEN EAST STATE ST. AND WALNUT AVE ON THE SIDE TOWARD CLEVELAND AVENUE.

*MIKE KEARNS IN THE PICTURE BY YOUR FRIEND DONLON WAS VERY ACTIVE IN THS SPORTS.. LAST TIME I SAW HIM HE WAS TEACHER AT TRENTON HIGH SCHOOL.

*ED CUNNINGHAM, WAS A NEIGHBOR. HE BECAME A LAWYER AND THEN A WORKMENS' COMPENSATION JUDGE.. I BELIEVE HE PASSED AWAY A FEW YEARS AGO.

Thanks, Paul. All comments gratefully received; especially when they shed additional light on a subject.

Rowley's Bakery Circa 1928

Isn't this a great old photo? Rowley's was located on the corner of Hobart and South Olden Avenue. Without a doubt, they had a cream donut that tasted better than today's "Krispy Kreme!"

The Wilbur Department Store

Here's an ad from the "WILBUR" files at the library. I am accumulating a number of Wilbur, E. Trenton, and Chambersburg files, and will be posting them in the future.

Ray Kuser, Pilot

Did you know that the property now occupied by "Trenton Catholic Academy," or as it should be called, "Monsignor McCorristin High School, Trenton Catholic Campus" was once the landing field for Ray Kuser's Waco biplane? In fact, that whole parcel of land from Kuser Road to the McCorristin Square housing unit was part of the field. It was later converted into a corn field, and a sizeable area for tomatoes. They were sold by the farmer to the Stokeley plant in Trenton, and the Campbell Soup Co. in Camden.
One of the largest folders in the Library collection is the "KUSER FAMILY" folder. There will be many future posts relating to Kuser Farm and the Kuser Family.

1926: Thank you, Greenwood School

Here's the Board of Education as they pose in front of the Greenwood School in Hamilton, back in those pre-computer years, a student had to wait until he or she reached high school before they were allowed to use the typewriter. As a result, they were generally proficient in "the three r's."

1944 Lalor School Baseball

From my "LALOR SCHOOL" file, this photo of the Lalor stars. Know anyone in there? I can't say I ever met them, but I recall the names of Donald Kraft, and "Bud" Lindsay from Hamilton High School.