TeeGate said:
That is in part the Clayton Sand Company.
http://www.njpinebarrens.com/~teegate/ClaytonSandCompany.JPG
Here again is a photo of my 73 Land Cruiser there in January of 1977.
http://www.njpinebarrens.com/~teegate/1_77.jpg
Guy
Love the Land Cruiser!
Here are some of the links:
Lacey Road explorations
http://www.njpinebarrens.com/module...ery&file=index&include=view_album.php
Clayton sand company
http://www.njpinebarrens.com/module...ery&file=index&include=view_album.php
Tired after a long day of exploring...
http://www.njpinebarrens.com/module...ery&file=index&include=view_photo.php
Tom, remember we were wondering why there was a Lacey station when the Bamber station was nearby? I looked it up in The Trail of the Blue Comet and found this info:
"The Lacey Materials Company opened a sand pit near Forked River in 1966 and forwarded about forty cars per week, primarily to Bethlehem Steel, for the remainder of the decade (372).
Lacey Materials trucked sand from their pits to the site of the Forked River station, where it was quickly loaded into hopper cars (373)."
It was apparently a spur. The Brookville quad shows the old railroad grade as beginning (or rather ending, I suppose depending on how you look at it) into Forked River.
I'll scan the photos when I get the newer scanner. Apparently they stopped shipping in 1969.
I printed out an order form for the book you told me about, Tom, Ocean Couny: Four Centuries in the Making.
Ken, laughs, I'm glad to hear Karen is enjoying your new Christmas present. It's a wonderful book, one of my favorites. Perhaps she will decide to head out exploring with us!
I love the words from this song, written by Merce Ridgway, in the Pine Barrens songbook I picked up Friday night; the words are nostalgic and wistful:
I left the place where I was born many years ago.
Cause times were hard and work was scarce--
I had no choice but go.
But I've been back there many a time in my memory,
Of all the places that I've seen, it's there I'd rather be.
Chorus:
Where the scrub pine, ground oak, berry bush and sand,
They never change; they never will--pine barrens land.
The weet may pink, curly fern and the leaves all turning green,
And the water still runs red in the cedar swamp streams.
Pine smoke from the wood fire blowing on the wind;
Lamplight upon the window, shining once again;
A one room schoool, a country store, all the folks you used to know;
Times have changed and they were gone a long, long time ago.
(chorus)
Wagon roads that run for miles down through the twisted pines;
Past little long forgotten towns that failed the test of time;
And some times there along the way, granite markers cold and gray
Mark the only ones who stay there in the barrens.
(chorus)
Renee