Southampton NJ to Phillipsburg NJ
Home sweet home….Hmmmm
Left my brothers for a quick ride to P’burg but first I wanted to visit my Aunt Dora. She lives up a literal country road that winds and meanders only to end in gravel and pot holes.
On my way to her house here I am passing through Historic Trenton (that made me laugh) – Historic Trenton that’s not what I used to call it
Here were the roads I traveled. Very beautiful. If nothing else where I lived is at least that
But back to Aunt Dora-how she maintains those 4+ acres at 94 is simply amazing. When I arrived, and yes Stevie, I actually made it to her front door (ha ha) a meal had been laid out like 15 people were going to be there. I hadn’t been at her house in over 20 years but it was so familiar.
Here we are posing with Dash.
Aunt Dora is the keeper of all the Moschini stories and for over 2 hours we talked about everything from my grandparents to present day neices and nephews. It couldn’t have been a better visit.
Off I went to Phillipsburg to ride about and visit my Uncle Howard and Aunt Shirley (who aren’t really related but they should be thus the Aunt and Uncle).
I thought I would ride by the High School, which I did, which now apparently is the Middle School
So I rode to the Middle School which is now apparently the Elementary school
I then rode to the Elementary school (called Barber school when I went) which is now the Department of Education offices.
Where in the world is the High School?
I next rode to Jimmy’s hot dog stand to make certain that wasn’t a doughnut shop and luckily it was still Jimmy’s hot dogs. Here is a picture of the bridge leading from NJ into Pennsylvania across the Delaware River
My next stop was Saint Phillip’s and Saint James were I did my catechism classes. I have no idea how I completed them and was confirmed because those nuns had it in for me and would send me to sit in the hallway more often than not. Well, I guess some people just don’t appreciate my sense of whimsey and humor
Then off to the Phillipsburg library where I spent the majority of my youth escaping into books.
Somewhere in the travels was this trestle bridge. I always.loved these bridges
My last stop on memory lane was my family home.
Those pines in the front yard my Daddy planted as two little trees. They really got away from us. When they were little my Dad would put lights on them every Christmas. As they grew Mom insisted he keep doing it. I worried he would kill himself getting to the top of those trees. Ha ha
Here is the backyard. It didn’t have a deck or a randomly placed tin shed at the time. But the tree is still prominent. My Daddy and Uncle Howard planted that tree at 1am the day I was born. Uncle Howard drove his Cadalliac (the NJ version of a Jaguar) to the lawn, put the headlight on and they planted that tree from Uncle Howards store. I used to climb way up and then get scared on the descent. Daddy had to rescue me more than a few times.
I am so happy it was still there.
I arrived at Aunt Shirley’s nnd Uncle Howard’s in like 3 seconds (funny how when I lived here everything seemed so much further away) and there was a table set for 7 and food galore. I felt like royalty.
I will post pictures of us later today as I am not riding today just resting and being pampered as Aunt Shirley will NOT have it any other way.