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The Good Ol’ Days

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

Here’s an interesting news story from 1911 which involves the little New Jersey town, Washington, where I grew up (much later than 1911).

Chester, NJ Auto Wreck and Fire, May 1911

MAN AND GIRL DIED UNDER BLAZING AUTO

Burned Beyond Recognition, but Identified as Ellsworth D. Middlekauff and Elsie Walpole.

VISITED MANY ROAD HOUSES

Middlekauff, a Wealthy Resident of Plainfield, Introduced the Girl at One Place as His Daughter.

CHESTER, N. J., May 17.—The bodies of a man and a girl who were burned to death beneath the wreck of their overturned auto here last night were indentified to-day as Ellsworth D. Middlekauff, a wealthy resident of Plainfield, and Miss Elsie Walpole, daughter of Lynus Walpole of Scotch Plains. The body of the girl which was burned almost beyond recognition was identified by a felon on the first finger of her right hand, the unburned remnant of a velvetine dress, and a silver necklace set with diamonds.

It was learned from her father that Miss Walpole had left her home on Saturday night saying she was going to visit friends in Brooklyn, and reports from various surrounding towns telling of the appearance there of the couple in the automobile make it appear that the accident resulting in the two deaths came at the end of a wild ride, interrupted by frequent stops at road houses and cafes.

It was at 9:30 o’clock last night that Elmer E. Searles of this town, returning home in his automobile, was passed in the main street by an automobile going at high speed. Searles looked after it and saw the machine skid into a large rock beside the roadside, turn partly over, and then slide along for several feet, finally settling bottom up. Searles started toward the wrecked car when there was an explosion and the machine was enveloped in flames.

There was no sign of the occupants of the car, and realizing that they must be pinned beneath it Searles tried to pull the burning car to one side. The flames interfered with him, and he rushed off to neighbors and brought them back with rope and tackle and a pair of horses.

Burning gasoline had set fire to the auto. When the tackle was made fast to the car and the horses dragged it to one side the bodies of Mr. Middlekauff and Miss Walpole were revealed. They lay side by side. They were taken in charge by the Coroner, who had them removed to Dover.

From the number of the machine is was learned that it belonged to Middlekauff, and at the Middlekauff home, John Snyder, Mr. Middlekauff’s chauffeur, said that his employer had been driving the car himself. He did not know the name of the young woman, but knew that she came from Scotch Plains, and she was identified later.

Snyder said that he had been summoned to Washington, N. J., by his employer yesterday morning and had found him unable to handle the car. Middlekauff had become angry, he said, when he told him this, and had ordered him to return home, which he had done.

In Washington it was learned that Middlekauff had arrived there alone in his car about 3 o’clock yesterday morning and had gone to sleep in the St. Cloud Hotel. After several hours of rest he drove off and returned later with Miss Walpole. The couple visited most of the cafés in town and drank much wine. Then Mr. Middlekauff sent for Snyder. Having ordered his chauffeur home again Mr. Middlekauff and the girl entered the auto and started out.

The last seen of them before the accident was at Welsh’s Garage in German Valley, where they stopped for gasoline, and Middlekauff introduced Miss Walpole as his daughter. Middlekauff’s body was taken in charge by a delegation of Elks, who went to Dover this afternoon. Miss Walpole’s body was taken to Scotch Plains.

The New York Times, New York, NY 11 May 1911

The moral of the story?

Don’t drink and drive… and hang out with suspiciously young girls… named Elsie… and sleep at the St. Cloud… and cruise like a maniac through Chester at a point in history when people could not even begin to conceive of air bags.

Also… don’t treat your chauffeur badly… especially when he has a cool name like Snyder.

Incidentally, the St. Cloud hotel burned down last year. I have photos HERE.

Also incidentally, I have NO idea if Snyder is an ancestor of mine.

I found this news article on the website GenDisasters. Worth a look.

I Can’t Resist It

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

“Dear Boss, my apologies for being a bit late again this morning. I don’t think we should really call it ‘late’. It’s more like being ‘delayed’, delayed by the world because I can’t resist it. It took me 11 minutes to go through the woods to get these photos today. But I did double time on the back roads and made up time. I was at my desk at 9:05. That was efficient, right?”

A little more snow fell on us last night, more than what was predicted for Sunday night. Gotta love that weatherman! (Just don’t trust him to pick your stocks or anything that truly matters!) Still, less than an inch of snow fell. It was beautiful anyway. And the small amount allowed me to walk through it even though I was wearing Docker’s dress shoes and a business suit, not your traditional hiking gear! It’s a very quick walk through the woods from the road to the viewpoint at the top of the mountain. But, not too quick in dress shoes.

Below are several photos of the woods and the view from the top of Point Mountain. These are looking northwest over Port Murray, Washington and in the direction of Oxford. Note the clear spot in the middle of the penultimate (Oh! Such a sophisticated word!) photo. That is the spot I took the photos from yesterday. It’s like going back in time for a second, right? Time travelers!

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Take Note of Beauty

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

“Boss, I’m sorry I was 10 minutes late to the office this morning. Sometimes you just have to stop and take note of beauty.”

The weather forecast called for 4 to 7 inches of snow overnight.

I think we got 4/7 of an inch instead, not even enough to exceed the height of the grass, and certainly not enough to make the roads hazardous and give me an excuse to work from home. How disappointing.

However, with every disappointment comes glimpses of happiness and beauty, depending on how you look at the circumstances. It’s all a matter of perspective.

Two miles from home, this mountain smiled at me and said, “Good morning! Nice to see you! How do I look?”

“My dear, you look lovely! Spectacular! I love your highlights!”

Actually, what I thought was, “That looks like a delicious brownie with powdered sugar! Yummy!” You can’t say such a thing to a lady. But we are talking about a mountain here. Mountains are delicious!

Being a creature that likes to stop time and possess what I view, I pulled into a nearby lot to snap a few photos. Below is Point Mountain, proudly modeling on a January morning. Enjoy her beauty.

(The first photo includes Mansfield Township Elementary School in the foreground. I attended 5th and 6th grade there, started playing drums there, and had an early encounter with the occult there. Stories for another time. Yes, the occult.)

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(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

Et tu Brute?

Desmond Tutu, Brute?”

Nice tutu, Brute!”

So, here I am pictured in my stunt double outfit for the movie “300”. Let me tell you. Those helmets make your head sweat!

Okay. You’re smart enough to realize it’s a plastic helmet and I’m not much of a stuntman. But I am one heck of a trick or treater! (“treatOR” in Old Latin) Those Greeks in “300” may have marched through mountain passes and challenged the monstrous Persian army, but I, Samuelus Caesar, flew all the way to Georgia to confront my enemies. Well, sort of. My ex-wife was there. But I intimidated her with my red plumage and she left me alone. Thank Zeus! No tricks. Just treats. The treats of seeing my daughters and “Roming” around the neighborhood pillaging and plundering in a confectionary sort of way.

Over the past few years, my employment arrangements have become flexible enough to permit me to work while visiting my daughters. I was here last year and dressed up as a prisoner. The funniest part of that was when a little girl didn’t realize what I was and with wide eyes said, “Hello zebra!” as she and her father passed by me. Children are delightful and the things that come out of their mouths sometimes is happily revealing of their enviable simplicity. My youngest daughter, who is almost 12 now (what??), said that this year I was her “dad in plastic armor”! Where did she get that sense of humor? Hmm…

For trick or treating, I took command of a troop of four boys, three girls, and two other dads. One of the dads dressed up. The other didn’t. I court marshaled him for being out of uniform while on patrol in enemy territory. A few of the boys were dressed as football players. Two girls looked like gypsies or something. My daughter was a cat. (My other daughter was a rock star, but too cool to hang with us. She went with her 13-year-old friends in a different housing development.)

The people in Georgia, or at least in this part of Georgia, participate in Halloween more than the folks back in New Jersey do. I don’t know if that is due to “Southern hospitality” or the warmer weather here or that I’ve just lived in the wrong parts of New Jersey. Down here there were people out having a grand time! Granted, we’ve already had frost back home and down here the people panic at the first chill breeze… while I’m sweating in short sleeves (and plastic armor)! Case in point: I am writing this while sitting in a coffee shop late in the afternoon. It’s over 70 degrees outside. They have a fireplace burning in here! I kid you not, soldier’s honor, cross my breastplate and hope to die, stick a javelin in my eye. Now I know why the Confederate Army lost the Civil War. They were cold!

The kids had a great time going door to door for candy. It was hard to keep up with them at times! With so many kids and parents out and about, it was hard to keep an eye on all the kids in our group. At times, one or two got lost in the melee and I nearly dispatched the other fathers on search missions. But I was able to keep the troops together and on course. However, after an hour, grumblings within the ranks began: “My feet hurt.” “My legs ache.” “I’m tired.” “I don’t want to walk anymore.” The terrain was quite hilly. But, in the tradition of Alexander the Great, Samuel the Awesome roused their loyalty and ambition, leading them home with their spoils in bulging pillow cases. Victory was sweet!

Now, as various and sundry pressing duties require my attention, I must sign-off.

“Ave et vale.”

“Caveat Emptor.”

I command thee to Google it if thou doth not understand.

“Ha ha.” (Latin for “laugh”)