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From the Library's "NOTABLE PERSONS" folder: I knew Clement Lenhardt back in the 1940's. He was a regular Sunday night visitor to Kuser Farm along with Barbara and Frances Lenhardt. Clement was a very gentle and kindly gentleman who was in his 80's when I first met him.
In the absence of the ability to post graphics until Google re-instates my 10 Gigabyte space on this website, I will be posting Microsoft Word articles which I hand transcribed back before the advent of the personal computer. All of these articles were generated on a device which was known as a typewriter. In this case an IBM "Selectric" electric typewriter. Talk about "Hi Tech!"
SATURDAY, MAY 2, 1891- Gazette
A RAMBLE AROUND BROAD STREET PARK
Every day there can be seen at the Broad Street Park, groups of delighted ramblers and pleasure seekers. It is remarkable how each year the charms of this beautiful spot increase, and the general attractiveness of the place becomes more popular. A GAZETTE reporter spent yesterday rambling among the many features of the place.
The apple trees are blushing into bloom, and the grand and majestic forest oaks are just bursting their buds. It is a rare sight to see the little April violet peep forth from the tall meadow grass in countless numbers. The glassy lake has become a beautiful mirror.
By going down Cedar lane, the Overlook House is reached, formerly called the Mansion House. The occupant of the house is Mrs. Newell, wife of Dr. Wm. D. Newell, who was a brother to ex-Governor Newell, and who served in the late civil war in the Twenty-eighth New Jersey Regiment. Mrs. Newell is a woman of "go-aheadative-ness." She expects to run a first-class boarding house this Summer, and at the same time will serve Gilbert's ice cream, and other refreshments. There will also be swings, razzle-dazzle and cable road for the amusement of pleasure seekers. The old barn will he torn down and a dancing pavilion erected in its place.
The next place of attraction is called the Amphitheater. This is a great gorge at the foot of a steep embankment in the form of a semi--circle, and must be from forty to fifty feet deep.
The next place visited was lookout Point. Here is obtained a splendid view of the park in all its beauty and romance. To the east is Cliff Way, another peculiar gorge, full of gnarled roots and green moss. To the west is Rowan avenue, a charming situation for a home.
On the way down the hill, one passes "Little Cupid's Bower." It consists of a cedar seat under a shady tree, and will hold "Just two." Right below it is Diana's Springs. On the other side are the picnic grounds and rambles. The old tree fences and cedar bowers, which have been added here and there since last year, are very picturesque and artistic. A pleasant place to ramble in is the "Serpentine Lane," which leads to the South Causeway. This road leads across the meadows to the railroad. The willow stumps which were planted last year are now out in full bloom. To the left is the water of Apollinaris Spring; to the right is one of the coolest springs in the park. Near this is the Indian Boiling Spring. Where the water comes from seems to be a mystery; what makes it boil and babble, more puzzling than ever.
The place is under continual care and good management, and by the time Summer arrives Broad Street Park will not be surpassed by any in the State of New Jersey. ' It is understood that Colonel Perrine proposes to connect the Cadwalader and Broad Street Parks in the near future.
TRENTON’S NARCOTIC CARE COMPANY
WEDNESDAY, JULY 17, 1894
GAZETTE
The Trenton Narcotics Company has been successful in effecting permanent cures in persons addicted to the liquor and opium and morphine habits at its intstitute, which was established last September. It is fitted with every comfort for the convenience and enjoyment of patients. This company owns the rights for Southern New Jersey, and expects to establish several other institutes in the near future.
At the annual meeting of the stockholders of of the Trenton Houston Narcotic Care Company held at the company's institute, 318 Chestnut Avenue on Tuesday morning, the following Board of Directors was elected:
Colonel Thomas S. Chambers
Dr. N.B. Oliphant
Hon. Barton B. Hutchinson
Robert C. Belville
John Guild Muirhead
Benjamin L. Disbrow
Dr. William A Clark
Perey's plane didn't take off on the following Saturday. A note in the paper said that he was already to take off, but found that the canvas on the wings of the plane had been caught in the rain on the preceding night and it was too heavy to get off the ground. 1,000 disappointed spectators left the field at "Cedar Lane and South Broad Street," and Perey postponed the effort, telling the crowd he was sure the plane would fly, and he would make another attempt.
Here are just a few of the places we ate and hung out as teenagers in the Cedar Lane-Hartley-Edwing and Atkins Avenue area, here's a column I wrote way back in 1997 remembering our favorite places and some of our unbridled admiration for some of the female employees who staffed the eateries. There are others that weren't included in the above column: Hamburger Heaven in Bordentown, Millside Farms in Burlington County, and Greenwood Dairy in Langhorne, Pennsylvania.
Immigrants from countries far and wide had a fierce desire to adapt and become literate American citizens in America. As can be seen by the article above, immigrants from Italy, Hungary and many other countries were very interested in learning the English language so they could prosper in their new homeland. One wonders why there is not a very prominent and concerted effort to advance the encourage newcomers to America to partake of the American dream. Today, that concept seems to be very much out of fashion. I wonder why.
It was during this era that I began to see America's manufacturing industries descend into the long journey to obscurity. With American laborers living the high life with salaries and benefits bestowed on them by union negotiations, with CEO's and other executives receiving unbelievable bonuses, and with the increasing cost the manufacturers added to American products to offset those expenses, the door opened wide for enterprising countries to bring their much lower priced products into America. And did they ever bring in lower prices! I have first hand experience with foreign imports. Back during my years as an employee in a ball and roller bearing distributorship, I began to see Japanese bearings entering the country at an alarming rate. If a specific bearing sold from an American price book was $12.00, the Japanese version would be $5.00 or perhaps $7.00. In the very beginning, the standard reaction of both industry and unions was to label the imports as shoddy junk and not fit to be a quality replacement part. That mantra was quickly dismissed when it was discovered that the quality of the product was every bit as good as the import. We were urged to "BUY AMERICAN." China wasn't even in the picture back then. However, as the Communist Chinese nation adopted "imperialist" American capitalism, a very very formidable competitor came on the scene. Slave wages in China, as compared with those of a union shop, brought America into an economic downturn which changed us from a manufacturing economy to a service-oriented, technically oriented economy. The smokestacks are gone. Today it is nearly impossible to find any product that doesn't carry a Chinese or other foreign label.
As this is being posted, I am approaching perilously close to 148,000 visitors to this website. Out of all those visitors, I would guess that there are perhaps anywhere between 10 and maybe 50 who would be able to answer the questions on this quiz. That leaves on heck of a lot of visitors who weren't even a gleam in Dad's eye when this column I wrote back in the 1980's hit the street. Accordingly, I ask that all of you from the younger generation print this page out and take it (or read it) to your grandmom or grandpop and see how many they get right. Answers on request.
From the time of my conversion to the Catholic faith back in 1962 until "the day the music died," I had been a loyal parishioner at St. Anthony's on So. Olden Avenue in Hamilton Township. It was here that I met humble, hard working men of God with whom I became fast friends including the late Msgr. Michael McCorristin, then Father Leonard Toomey, Father Liam Minogue, Father Dan Cahill, Father Dan Gowan and Father Joe Ferrante. My memories of those years at St. Anthony will be with me forever. To this day, many "old timers" (of which I am one now) still tell me they miss the beautiful music we sang those 10 or more years ago.
As you will read in the account above, the Gettysburg battle was fought again in the Gettysburg Hotel when a few Lincoln haters started "bad-mouthing" Honest Abe Lincoln. One would suppose that those who took umbrage at the pro Lincoln, and the defamatory remarks were probably "Rebel sympathizers."
Hey, if "Koney" drinks it, it must be good, right? Here's an interesting ad from the "ADVERTISING" folder in the Hamilton Library's Local Collection of digital files. I was particularly interested in the bottle. Those of us who are "Coke-Heads" (as in cola) are very familiar with the famous designs on the Coke bottles over the years. Somewhere in the distant past I recall reading about a soft drink by the name of "Coca Nola." I believe it was a beverage that contained an unacceptable amount of an addictive chemical. Could "Coca Nola" have morphed into "Coca Cola?"
A few visitors have asked for info on the old Centennial School on Whittaker Avenue in the Chambersburg area of Trenton. I recently un-covered the above graphics. These are probably older than those that are of interest to those who are interested in Centennial School, but they are still good recorded history. I will continue to keep a lookout for future material on this interesting school which was established to coincide with America's Centennial year of 1876.
It was one of our favorite stores. Dunham's was synonymous with quality. Judy and I were regulars at that great store in Trenton during the city's peaceful golden years. We used Dunham's as the main source for our footwear and clothing. With the gradual deterioration of the city beginning in the late 1950's, many center city stores looked to the suburbs to branch out. Dunham's opened a branch in the Independence Shopping Center on South Broad Street which became the store we patronized. The rioting and looting in the 1960's changed the city of Trenton forever. Trenton and many other cities in New Jersey were dealt a near death blow which resulted in shoppers and merchants fleeing to the suburbs. Additionally, the narrow streets in downtown Trenton were a factor in the downturn of the city. Along came the malls, and the rest is history. I wrote the above column when Dunham's decided to pull out of center city. It was a very sad day, and a very sad blow to those brave city of Trenton town fathers tried valiantly to restore the once proud capital. The photo in the column above shows the store on the corner of State and Broad Streets in Trenton. The 1905 article traces back to the acquisition of the property in the photo.
One of the interesting projects I have undertaken at the Local History Collection of the Hamilton Library is the digitazion of the John Cleary and Harry Podmore "Trenton In Bygone Days columns of the 30's and 40's. Many years ago, I went through a Podmore scrap book at the Trenton Library and found that the pages had become "rippled" as the glued in articles yielded to the aging process. Fortunately, my existing copies of "Bygone Days" are in excellent condition, as can be seen by the above graphic dealing with old City of Trenton Directories.
"Son, when I was your age, we didn't have them there newfangled I-Pods or whatever they call them things that play MP3 music. We had this invention known as a transistor radio. It was just about an inch bigger than a pack of king size Pall Mall cigarettes. It had AM, FM, and we were really hot stuff if we were walking around the neighborhood listening to "Wibbage." Ask your grand mom or grandpop what "Wibbage" was. I Bet they remember!" 
I was on my daily commute to New Brunswick when this disaster happened. For some reason, I opted to go via Quaker Bridge Road rather than my normal Route 130 route. When I reached five points, all was chaos. I detoured and seeing all the police and fire activity, tuned my radio and waited for the news. The rest is history. That devestating explosion was heard far and wide and but for the grace of God, there were no fatalities. This is another of those "Do you remember where you were when the Union Methodist Church exploded?" I do.
Many many thanks to Ms. Alice Feehan Hasty for this incredibly preserved Kuser School "Glee Club" patch, which was proudly worn on our favorite sweater. Lorraine Feehan May, (HHS '49), brought her sisters Alice Feehan Hasty (HHS '41), Mary Feehan Kieffer (HHS '44), and Evelyn Feehan Appleby (HHS '46), to my Kuser Farm program "The Music We Grew Up With" on Sunday, June 28. It was such a pleasure to meet them. The Feehan family lived on Newkirk Avenue next to the Colonial Volunteer Fire Company. For many years Mrs. Feehan was the dispatcher for the fire company.
Here's "Green Curve" as it was in the developmental stage 92 years ago. Nary a house to be seen except way way back on the left of Pennington Road. Perhaps an old timer can tell us if that house is still there. "Green Curve" is.
We have all heard and seen the dedicated volunteers who go to major fires with their support unit, serving hot coffee in the winter time and cold beverages in the summer, along with snacks to assist the firemen who are sometimes on the scene at all hours, in all kinds of weather, and in very disastrous fires. I had the pleasure of knowing Ed Fisher; a fire historian second only to the late Meredith "Med" Havens.
They are area residents, they posed for this group photo, and they are members of THE GREATEST GENERATION. One wonders how many of these gentleman are still with us. Anyone there you recognize? If so, print this photo of him and send it to him. He is in his 80's now, and as with most WWII vets, the memories linger.
"Salted in pure creamery butter..." The ethereal aroma eminating from the place we always called "The Nut House" was almost, but never quite equal to the tantalizing aroma coming from Prior's Donuts on Liberty St. and So. Clinton Avenue. You talk about "Aromatherapy!" If I could bottle the above-mentioned aromas I would bet that there are hundreds of my over 60 generation who would be repeat customers.
Ahh, memories of those teen age eateries keep coming back like a song. Pete's Steak House on Chambers Street, Betty and Bill's on Route 33, "Dirty Bill's" in Yardley, and DeLorenzo's TOMATO PIES on Hamilton Avenue in Villa Park. Note the CAPITAL letters I assigned to
I can safely lay claim to being a seasoned former PTA member. As a former president of St. Anthony Grammar Schoo PTA, I know the hard work that goes into the fund raisers and also the clean up after our partys. The above graphic assures us that the PTA's in the local area were hard at work. 
One of the more fascinating historical places in Hamilton along with Charles Fulkert's Bromley Inn is the Fashion Stud Farm, once located in the area of Hamilton in the area of the New Jersey State Fair grounds. Newspaper descriptions of Smith's Fashion Stud Farm indicated that it was a sumptuous facility with a grandstand, a race track and the home of the fabled "Goldsmith Maid," whose tomb is now on the Kuser Farm property. General Grant kept his horse at the Fashion Stud Farm. Unfortunately, the farm was involved in a number of destructive fires over the years of its existance. Back then, there was no Bromley fire company, and fires were fought by Trenton fire companies.
Size of the page precludes inclusion of the complete front page of the July 20, 1944 edition of the Trenton Evening Times. I have cut and pasted the continuation (Page 7) to the right of the front page.
Within the 3,000 historic, whimsical, and nostalgic graphics I have been posting on this website since it's inception in November, 2005, I have made it a point to post any and all material that I uncover on family surnames with which I am familiar. Such is the case with the above graphic with a photo of Gene Melone, whose son I am assuming, is popular Trenton City Councilman Gino Melone's dad. Young Gino was an incredible help to me back in my carnival years at St. Anthony parish in Trenton. I was the "Billy Bigelow" (of "Carousel" fame) who manned the ticket booth at the carnival. Without young Gino's expertise on our public address system, I would have suffered a bad case of laryingitis.
Cubberley, West, Mount, Hutchinson, Pullen, Ely, and of course Tindall are surnames of some of the area's earliest pioneer residents. Here's a graphic reporting the 1944 reunion of the Tindall family at the Tindall farm on Kuser Road, the site of today's Veterans' Park and the John Abbott II house.
Wow, this will be my 76th July 4th! I sure wish I knew what happened to all those large WWII veterans' "Honor Roll" display boards that were displayed all over public places in Hamilton Township during the war years. I fear they were torn down and destroyed. How soon we forget! 
These kids would be from my generation, and ages ranging from the late 60's to the mid 70'. Anyone there you recognize?
When I lost my complete list of email addresses and ALL the correspondence, I lost contact with many of my visitors. As explained elsewhere on this site, in my quest to be logical, I assumed that the transition from Verizon Fios to Verizon Broadband would not erase all of my thomglo@verizon.net library of messages and addresses. Such was, and is not the case. Here's a warning to all who are considering the move I made. Believe it or not, Verizon Broadband told me they are a different organization than Verizon Fios, and have no facility to host emails. I learned too late that my quest to apply logic can be very twisted. So Karen Golden, if you are reading this post, thank you so much for the yearbook. Please contact me at my NEW email addressWhen I lost my complete list of email addresses and ALL the correspondence, I lost contact with many of my visitors. As explained elsewhere on this site, in my quest to be logical, I assumed that the transition from Verizon Fios to Verizon Broadband would not erase all of my thomglo@verizon.net library of messages and addresses. Such was and is not the case. Here's a warning to all who are considering the move I made. Believe it or not, Verizon Broadband told me they are a different organization than Verizon Fios, and have not facility to host emails. I learned too late that some logic can be very twisted. This has been one of them. So Karen, if you are reading this post, thank you so much for the yearbook. Please contact me at my NEW email address tom.glover51@yahoo.com.
Whenever I go through the newspapers and find a name with which I am familiar, I scan it and include it on the Hamilton Library Local History Collection digital database. With the hundreds of Sunday Times pages devoted to many hundred WWII veterans, you can see that it would be an impossible task to digitize each one. Accordingly, I scanned this graphic which has a photo of the husband of a very old friend of mine from my St. Anthony parish years, Ida Dumont. Ida was the wife of PFC Fred Dumont. She was one of our more active "movers and shakers" at St. Anthony when I was the president of the grammar school PTA, and also President of the St. Anthony Holy Name Society. If we had a fund raiser, Ida would probably have been the organizer. She had a natural gift for getting sponsors from the commercial organizations in the area. Additionally she was one of the many parishioners at St. Anthony I could call a true friend. She was missed when she passed away.
I have set up a folder in the Hamilton Township Library's Local History Collection for Maury with folders named, "NOTABLE PERSONS" and 'MAURICE PERILLI." This remarkable man has unbelievable personal and civic accomplishments. It was my privilege to have been invited to his 90th birthday party a year or so ago. The great dining hall in which his party was held was packed to overflowing with legions of his friends and admirers. I am proud to say he is one of my dearest friends. As you can see by the graphic above, Maury has made his mark as a local citizen, and continues to do so even to the present time. These accomplishments are almost too numerous to include on the printed page. Many years ago, my Hamilton High vocal music teacher, Miss Louise Baird, asked us to memorize this quote and I did:
