Wharton
By Charlotte Kelly and Alan Rowe Kelly
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Charlotte Kelly
Charlotte Kelly is the president of the Wharton Historical Society, vice president of the Wharton Garden Club, and president of the Wharton Celebration Committee. She and Alan Rowe Kelly, a filmmaker, have compiled nearly two hundred images from the historical society and private collections for Wharton, a tribute to their favorite town.
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Wharton - Charlotte Kelly
1950s.
INTRODUCTION
Remember when around the corner seemed far away and when going into town seemed like going somewhere? I never thought of Wharton as a hotbed of history and industry, from which its original roots had stemmed. For a time, it was simply the town where I was born and raised. It was where my parents were raised, and their parents before them, and so on. Born in the late 1950s, I am the last of a generation to be brought up in a town where everyone knew everyone. We were safe and untouched by the outside world. Wharton and its people were built to stand on their own, and I believed that all towns were just like ours.
My memories of Wharton seem old-fashioned now—buying flavored wax lips and mustaches at Betty’s for a nickel, ice-cream cones topped with sherbet from Prandatos if we behaved, and off to Rocky’s for baseball cards and bubble gum and then some Kool-Aid powder sticks from Helen’s Diner at the corner of Main and East Dewey Avenue. If you had a buck in your pocket, you were rich. I would sit in the backseat of my dad’s Bel Air, and he would beep his car horn when passing Mordak’s curbside gas station on Main Street. Little League and peewee baseball was the highlight at Wharton Park. Sleigh riding down High Street and skating on Washington Pond became winter’s daily routine. Every hot summer day, there was swimming in the Morris Canal, or a sleepy afternoon spent fishing on the pond before taking a dive off Second Rock. Every July, the firemen’s annual carnival was held at the old Schaefer Field. The St. Mary’s yearly picnic in the grove followed before Labor Day. Neighborhood kickball at sunset on Ross Street was always accompanied by a twilight game of wolf. My friends and I ran shrieking with laughter through the neighborhood. No one really seemed to mind.
I had no idea, until I started research for this book, how much my hometown of Wharton contributed to the growth and expansion of the entire state of New Jersey. Like all of America’s small towns, Wharton suffered through the Depression, two world wars, and political and civil unrest. Wharton gave birth to some of Hollywood’s first silent train robberies as well as the very first onscreen Superman, Kirk Allyn. Yet with all the changes and demands brought on by the 21st century, it is a town still intact. Industry, technology, and land development may have carved their way onto Wharton’s main streets, but the town has preserved much of its original landscape. When comparing old and new photographs of the town today, its peaceful appearance has barely changed in 100 years. Many of the descendants of our original settlers live here still, on roads bearing their family names.
—Alan Rowe Kelly
I was born in Wharton in a house on Huff Street and lived most of my life here (college notwithstanding), working as a flight attendant for Eastern Airlines. Both my parents are from Wharton too. I remember my mother’s parents telling stories of emigrating from Hungary and establishing themselves in their new country. On the other hand, my father told tales of his grandfather, a Lenape Indian from Lake Denmark, and his grandmother, a Dutch girl named Walton, who is now buried in the Walton Yard at Picatinny Arsenal.
I had my first great experience at five years old in first grade at Potter School when the Hercules Powder Explosion came roaring over the hill on September 11, 1940. Pearl Harbor was attacked the following year, followed by rations of gas, meat, sugar, and butter, which was margarine. Remember the orange capsules you broke open and mixed in to make it look like butter? We collected tin foil, cans, rubber, iron, and 10¢ stamps to go toward war bonds; we collected anything of use for the war effort. I will never forget relatives and friends going off to war; some came home, and some did not. On the day the war was declared over, my family and I went to a gathering at Hurd Park in Dover, and I found a sailor hat on the ground. I still have it today.
Living on Langdon Avenue was splendid. We rode in the sleigh down the hill,
as we called it, a dead end until the 1950s, and skated on Sin Pond (now the post office and parking lot), or, once we got older, at Coon Pond past the woods off Langdon. Days were filled with horseback riding and baseball games in Huff Field, which is now a mall and the Route 80 overpass. Every day around 4:30 p.m., I walked down the road to meet my father and grandfather coming home from Picatinny Arsenal, which in those days employed a large number of borough residents.
I walked to school along Washington Pond and amongst the leaves just to hear the sound and see the changing seasonal colors along the water. School was a wonderful experience for me. I remember basketball games in our infamous gym, hanging out at the Sugar Bowl, or Helen’s Diner, and stopping in at Maggie Kaiser’s store on the way home. I can still see the boys running next door to Rocky’s between classes—not that they were supposed to.
Sunday afternoons were filled with football games, bonfires, and watching the Wharton Rockets while the Parent-Teacher Association (PTA) sold hot