Showing posts with label Pennsylvania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pennsylvania. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

The Delaware River's Almost-Twin Sisters: Lambertville and New Hope

 Sujata Massey



I walked all the way from New Jersey to Pennsylvania this morning.


It was a breeze--taking just about 10 minutes to stroll across the historic 1000-foot bridge between two charming small towns: Lambertville on the Jersey side, and New Hope in Pennsylvania. 




Even though I've always lived in cities, my heart melts when I explore small towns. I feel myself go back into the books I loved in childhood when I walk narrow streets, peering over old iron fences into pocket-sized gardens. It all tends to work when there's money involved; when people have a profitable reason to preserve their buildings, and interesting tenants move in to serve meals, sell antiques, and display adorable items in the windows. 


Not every old town gets such a chance. Very likely the special bridge linking two places was a factor. Lambertville is a little more shopping heavy, and New Hope has a few more water views and cultural meccas--but both make a wonderful day or even an outing for a few hours. And what a magnificent view for a walker from the bridge's center!




Ten thousand years ago, this gorgeous area was home for the Lenni-Lenape Native Americans. Lambertville became a Western settlement around 1703, when agents for the council of West Jersey bought the land from the Delaware Indians. The Europeans then subdivided the land to farmers and developers. Ferries, taverns, and shops sprung up here and in the town across the water, which were then called Coryell's Ferry. The area that I casually explored was an important outpost and crossing point for George Washington's troops in the War for Independence.


New Hope was founded in 1710 with a land-grant from William Penn. It was the halfway point between Philadelphia and New York City and an important location for train and boat travel. Mills harnessed the strength of the Delaware River, and trains running goods from here throughout the country. Lots of 19th century buildings of brick and stucco add their own grand flourishes to the housing landscape. 

Here's a peek at the 1840s Amwell Masonic Lodge, now shops, on Bridge Street in Lambertville.





My heart was stolen by the cute Halloween displays in this vintage business--and in at the windows of almost every Lambertville shop.





This old mill building close to the river on the Pennsylvania side made me swoon. I expected someone to emerge wearing a long dress and bonnet and carrying a pail, but at least I saw ducks.



Parryville Mansion, home of New Hope's founder, is a place to explore.





Too many choices of charming ways to go!







There is nothing more gorgeous on an old stone building than a brilliantly edged window.



I remain at the water's edge, contemplating the prospect of my next visit!

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Home Beckons


Jeff—Saturday

I am so jealous this week of my blogmates. Their posts show them travelling off to Florence (not Kentucky), Paris (not Texas), Hong Kong (via the land of King Kong), and hobbiting in Scotland (are there one or two “t”s in hobbiting?), while I sit in Washington (neither the DC nor the state versions thereof) down in the heart of southwest Pennsylvania’s natural gas fracking territory close by its border with West Virginia. 

That's me, in the lower left corner.

It is home to a gem of a picture postcard college where I once again have the privilege of playing professor for a month to a dozen mystery-writing students.  But it’s also proving to be an endless source of Stephen King-like inspirational moments—both in characters and settings.  




In juxtaposition to my current locale are photos and videos contained in the daily missives (I consider them more like missiles for their destructive effect upon my psyche) from my Mykonos friends enticing me to return home to the off-season beauty of our island.  How can one not miss such a beautiful place; filled with people who live by the philosophy of, when all about you is crumbling, don’t mope, get out and enjoy life for what you have.  Viva the Mediterranean attitude!










But nothing touched me more than this brief British Pathé film clip of Mykonos 50 years ago. It is of a time long passed…unless you happen to be on Mykonos during the off season.

Perhaps it is time to go home.

Rhenia, Delos, Mykonos (Left to right)

Soon.


 —Jeff