I have always been fascinated with people who live deep in the Pines.I know things have changed alot since John McPhee's book,where he talks about Fred Brown in Hog Wallow,now many people are interested in these woods,and the old timers have died out,or the state has taken over there land.I remember a fellow named Taylor who lived on Mt. Misery Rd., just pass the Retreat Center,he was a real woodsman,passed away about 12 years ago,a few people still live in Pasedena,and in Woodmansie there is Jim who was made famous in McPhee"s book,but I was always intrigued by a cabin in Buckingham,that was surounded by Warning signs(I believe Guy photograped it 7 years ago),I would go near it,but was always afraid of someone coming at me with a shotgun,I believe the owner's name is Snuffy,its as far back as you can go,no paved roads,nearest home miles away,does anyone know the owner.
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don't know the owner but have seen them there before.there are some nice cellar holes north of it and in sight near the dirt road,part of old buckingham.don't know if they are on private property or not.
Al
Al
Freeman Taylor was the man to call if you had a rattlesnake problem. Something makes me think he ate a lot of pork also.:ham:
Aintry? You ain't never gonna get down to Aintry. This river don't go to Aintry. You done taken a wrong turn.
Think about this....almost every cranberry and blueberry farmer out there is a piney. They all live in there deep, and they live in there right.
Hey Bob,
my moms side of the family is from Aintree and they never met a yankee without a purty moutn.
my moms side of the family is from Aintree and they never met a yankee without a purty moutn.
My school bus was driven by a PATTEN. My lunches were prepared by a WILLS. My principal was an ALBOR. My teacher was an AUGUSTINE. My neighbor was an EICHENGER. My candy dealer was a SEARS. My classmates were FORDS and CARNEYS, SUTTONS, SOOYS and DEBOWS, HAGAMANS and CRAMERS. My clam dealer was a CAVILEER. I picked blueberries for GROFFS. I hauled trash for LUDWIGS. I bought eggs from AULTCHERS.
"You can take the boy out of the pines, but you can't take the pines out of the boy"
"You can take the boy out of the pines, but you can't take the pines out of the boy"
Good one!
I lived with Gibby Giberson for awhile. I picked blueberries for Mr. Haines in Pemberton and Mr. Lyman Simpkins out of Budtown. I drank beer in Buster Leeks yard in Chatsworth and chased Bucky Tice's Guinea hens around his property while the grownups drank cold Schmidt's and Schaefer's. I avoided Hazy Diltz and was good friends with Earl Luker and Albie Sweeney.
Bob, I remember shaking Earl Haines' hand as a boy when my dad stopped by to visit. I believe he had airplane engines aloft to keep the frost off. I also met one of the principle PT-Boad designers at the Sweetwater Casino, but don't recall his name. I think it was Steve Eichinger who paid me $2 for ever muskrat I trapped, that was hard work daily before school for a 12-year-old. My uncle worked for Russell Groff and as a small boy I accompanied him to the "car crusher", probably near Philly, where I visited the walk-up Mcdonald's for the first time - what $ .15 would buy! Pretty funny, they'd burn the car hulks after stripping them. We all had a 55-gallon barrel back then and burned off our paper trash, and hauled our hard trash to the dump in Lower Bank every week or so. You sure don't see that anymore! When friends out west say they've never heard of the Pine Barrens, I pull out a Mason Jar and say, have you ever seen one of these? mrgreen:
I do remember an $.18 hamburger when I lived in Metuchen NJ....circa 1960 was it? And when I lived in Hampton Lakes in 1962, my stepdad burned trash in a barrel in the back yard. When they had that big fire in the early 60's that swept the pine barrens, I used to think that he started it!
