Delaware Bay Norbury’s landing: horseshoe crabs fill the beach, red knots run in the surf snatching up the protein rich crab eggs (fuel for their flight, from the the arctic circle to Tierra del Fuego), as the blue-green waves gently lap the shore. Expansive estuaries team with life, amber waves of phragmites with their tassled tops dancing in the breeze.. In the deep black mud of the marsh, fiddler crabs scurry into their burrows, along the inlet at Turkey Point Where we catch blue-claws in cubical crab traps baited with menhaden, which leaves an iridescent oil slick floating on the dark water, where once running down a trail a razor blade of a marsh grass sliced my leg open. Rickety fishing shacks rest on stilts above the browninish-green water around Money Island. The bait and snack shop with it’s weather worn, ...
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A Farewell Journey
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I am ready to embark on a trip to South Jersey. My Father, Wilmer V. Dunham, recently passed away, so it is likely my last visit out there. I still have ideas for a history piece on Bivalve and Shellpile, NJ, but it seems I will not really have enough time to do research while I'm there. Perhaps another reason to return? I will need to look through old newspapers on microfilm to find what I need, and it hasn't been digitized yet. I will work on a shorter piece with the information and photos I have, sometime after I get back. Bivalve, NJ I will also be visiting with two of my Stepmothers, and will be recording audio and video for use in some other projects I am working on. Some of that will likely end up on my other blog, Born Under Punches . I will be spending some time in my former hometown of Millville, New Jersey, so stay tuned for videos, photos, and writings about there as well. Fishing boat used as home for mill workers. Millville, NJ. 1920's, I believe. ...
A Car Trip. May, 19 2011
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After taking a trip to Cape May with my Dad, we drove back to Pennsville, first taking Buckshutem Road from Laurel Lake, then getting on Rt. 49 in Bridgeton. We drove past the house we used to live in on Shiloh Pike (Rt. 49). This video combines both footage from that drive and a few old photos mixed in. Since the video is in Quicktime, the resolution is low, and it's hard to read the titles. First part of the video is Buckshutem Rd., also known as (Cumberland) County Rd. 670., which passes by the Millville Wildlife Management Area, beneath a canopy of trees. The abandon home is near Gouldtown, NJ, close to Bridgeton. It is from a photo I took in 2001. This town has an interesting history. Here's a link: "America's Oldest Negro Coummunity" The next still is a picture of my Sister, Barbara, and I walking on a flooded Shiloh Pike near Barrett Run Road, when Barrett Run swelled after a rain storm. This was probably around 1974, or so. Next is our old hou...
Another Trip East: Fort Mott.
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I finally got it together to take another trip back East to visit my Dad, Wilmer. I took the train from Chicago to Philadelphia, then took New Jersey Transit to Pennsville, NJ. The bus stops near Cranberry Plaza, an old shopping center which is now home to the ubiquitous dollar store, among a few other local businesses. The department store that was once there now houses a mostly empty indoor flea market. When my Dad picked me up in his ridiculously huge station wagon, with the faux-wood side panels, I ran into Capriotti's sandwich shop and got a cheese steak sub, and got him an Italian, which is his favorite. My Dad's car in front of his apartment on Fort Sumter Rd. My dad lives in a run-down apartment complex with the seemingly ironic name Sunrise Gardens. It is home mostly to poor white folks living a marginal existence. My Dad is retired and lives on a fixed income. When I left he was totally broke. And that was on April 21st, he still had 'til May 3rd before he...
A Short Road Trip
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I had some photos from my cell phone I tried to e-mail to my self. Well, don't have e-mail on my phone. You'll have to use your imagination. I include a link to The Beach House, however. The other day my friend, Jeff Kelly, and I met for a couple of beers at Mickey's Tavern. I updated him on some of the craziness that was going on in my life, which I won't go into here. Suffice it to say, sometimes one person can be like a tornado ripping through a trailer park in terms of the impact they can have on those around them. So, we had a couple pints of beer (I went for the Bell's Two Hearted, lots of hops, nice ABV), and a couple of greasy ruebens, the small thin slices of rye bread were soggy and the pastrami was chewy. Not impressed. The ruebens at the Harmony Bar are the way to go. After hanging out on the couch, appreciating the sunlight of the impending spring, Jeff asked if I wanted to check out this place called The Beach House on Lake Waubesa, in McFarland....