See! You can actually make out more images on the puzzle pieces!Where were we? Oh yeah, over there in that section, end of June 1958, we were driving over to New Jersey…
Were we going to Atlantic City to walk the Boardwalk, maybe go to Steel Pier?
“Watch the car please… Watch the car please…”
That’s what the lady who drove the string of cars, driving down the Boardwalk would say to those of us walking the boards.
We had been to Atlantic City once or twice on vacation and this was where mom and dad had spent their honeymoon after they got married.
We would play in the sand making castles, or in the ocean playing in the waves.
I remember one time, dad was playing with us on the beach, right by the water and all of a sudden he stood up real fast! So fast we didn’t know what had happened. It wasn’t till later mom said that dad thought a crab had crawled up inside of his swimming trunks. We all thought that was funny… I don’t think that dad thought it was funny!
Maybe we’re going to Wildwood or Cape May? If we go to Cape May, can we go crabbing again out in those boats? I wanted to try and make those oar things work…
Not quite sure how to make it “GO”!
Maybe Wildwood Villas to see my God Mother, Aunt Emma and Uncle George?
We sometimes went on Sunday drives, just to go see different things and spend time together as a family. Pennsylvania, New Jersey; there were a lot of farms in New Jersey, with horses and cows and sheep and fresh apples, right off the tree and apple cider!
We loaded into the car, my dad’s 1955 Chevrolet… Light blue and white...
Dad drove, mom was up front holding Marianne, I was behind my dad in the backseat, with Dianne next to me, then Chris and finally Matt on the right.
[Seems we were always seated like that growing up no matter what car]
We drove over the Walt Whitman Bridge, the Schuylkill River Bridge but none of this looked familiar… This wasn’t the way to the shore!
We played the alphabet game as we drove. That’s the only thing we were allowed to do, as we were not allowed to carry on while my dad was driving.
We looked down from the bridges at the refineries below and rolled up the windows because it always smelled stinky. At night, driving across the bridges we would look down at all the different colored lights in the refineries and said that must be what Disneyland looks like.
We got off some highway 30 or 130, drove through this little town and down the main road and then made a right turn on to a dirt road. No streets, no sidewalks, just houses being built. We drove a ways further up the dirt road and stopped in front of a house that seemed to be almost done.
For as far as you could see, there was nothing but piles of dirt and houses!
No trees, no bushes, I don’t even recall any weeds! Just houses and dirt!
This was soon to be our new home, in a little town called National Park, NJ.
We sometimes went on Sunday drives, just to go see different things and spend time together as a family. Pennsylvania, New Jersey; there were a lot of farms in New Jersey, with horses and cows and sheep and fresh apples, right off the tree and apple cider!
We loaded into the car, my dad’s 1955 Chevrolet… Light blue and white...
Dad drove, mom was up front holding Marianne, I was behind my dad in the backseat, with Dianne next to me, then Chris and finally Matt on the right.
[Seems we were always seated like that growing up no matter what car]
We drove over the Walt Whitman Bridge, the Schuylkill River Bridge but none of this looked familiar… This wasn’t the way to the shore!
We played the alphabet game as we drove. That’s the only thing we were allowed to do, as we were not allowed to carry on while my dad was driving.
We looked down from the bridges at the refineries below and rolled up the windows because it always smelled stinky. At night, driving across the bridges we would look down at all the different colored lights in the refineries and said that must be what Disneyland looks like.
We got off some highway 30 or 130, drove through this little town and down the main road and then made a right turn on to a dirt road. No streets, no sidewalks, just houses being built. We drove a ways further up the dirt road and stopped in front of a house that seemed to be almost done.
For as far as you could see, there was nothing but piles of dirt and houses!
No trees, no bushes, I don’t even recall any weeds! Just houses and dirt!
This was soon to be our new home, in a little town called National Park, NJ.
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