When did you move to Mountain Lakes?
It was quite a history before moving to Mountain Lakes.
I had my ninth birthday in Mountain Lakes. I think we
went there in 1918-1919. I was in third grade I believe.
However, we had moved from Wilmette east during the war.
My father being an architect and having three young
children, they wouldn't let him go in the service. So
when he went up to Great Lakes Naval Station and got a
job with the navy. And they sent him to Amatol, New
Jersey where they were building a munitions plant. He
was in on the designing of that. We lived in Atlantic
City just across the bay from Amatol, I guess it was.
Later it was a race track there if I recall.
I don't believe we lived in Atlantic City long enough for
Vernon and me to go' school. After the war we went to
Brooklyn and lived in an apartment there for awhile and
then we moved from there and went to Yonkers, New York.
And in Yonkers Vern and I went to school. I remember
when we lived in Yonkers my mother was very sick and it
was during the influenza epidemic and she almost died.
All this time dad was working. I think he was working a
couple of jobs as an architect in New York and when he
finally got settled in a job he looked around New Jersey
for a place to live. I remember he went out to Ridgewood
at one time. iFinally went to Mountain Lakes and decided
he liked that place. So we moved to Howell Road in
Mountain Lakes, that was our first home in Mountain
Lakes. We went to what was Hanover Township schools, the
Stone School House in Mountain Lakes at that 'time.
Mountain Lakes was not yet a borough. I Our lease ran out
on the Howell Road at the end of that school year and I
remember then we spent a summer in Towaco along the old
Morris Canal. Vern and I had a lot of fun fishing in the
canal and going up and down the canal in a neighbor's
canoe. Dick was five years younger so he didn't get in
on some of the fun that Vern and I had there. Vern and
I when school started again and I don't know how it
happened but we used to take the train f rom Towaco to
Mountain Lakes and then go to school in Mountain Lakes.
At the end of that summer we moved f rom Towaco to Boonton
up at the end of Williams Street on what was called the
old Fleck's farm. That was almost a mile from Main
Street. I remember we used to walk down to Main Street
and get a trolley to Mountain Lakes to school at that
time. Then walk back afterwards, in the trolley and up
hill. it was quite a jaunt for little kids. Living on
the Fleck farm was rather primitive and Vern and I got
rather a good education at an early age. I say Vern and
I did because Dick was still a youngster. He was five
years younger than, still is, I am. It was so primitive.
There was no central heating in the f arm house and it was
heated by a wood stove in the center of the house. There
was a cistern that furnished the water for washing and
when cooking and drinking water was required we had to go
out to the old well'and thelold oaken bucket wound by
chain around the pulley that went down in the well and
pulled it up and had to lug that into the house.
As far as cooking was concerned we had an old iron stove
that burned wood and I think there was a pilot that may
have had some kerosene went with it that the cook stove
with the wood went all tthe time and heated the whole
kitchen and the downstairs. I said it was heated by
wood. Vernon and I learned very early I had to go out
and saw down a tree and sort the logs and chop them up.
Dad was a great hand at it and he really showed us how
those things were done. At that time there was the
chestnut blight. The chestnut trees around Mountain
Lakes were used in the building of the Mountain ' Lakes
homes and the nice chestnut trim. But there on the Fleck
farm we cut them down and burned them.
The farm had its attributes though. We had a wonderful
garden there and had a good number of apple trees and
there were hickory nut trees around. I remember we
picked -- we used to get a lot of the hickory nuts and
keep them all winter and we had a cold cellar where we
kept vegetables and apples all winter long too.
Sometime in 1920 we moved from the Fleck farm to Mountain
Lakes. Dad bought a house that had been formerly owned
by the Gad family. We were the second owners of the
house. It was on Hanover Road. I guess it was number 80
at least when they numbered the houses. That was number
80. Later on in the thirties they re-numbered all the
houses and became 44 and is still 44 Hanover Road.
Life was not quite so primitive in Mountain Lakes. We
had central heating by steam heat. However, it was a
coal furnace and we had coal routinely. Dixon Bros.
delivered coal in those days and they put it in by chute
into the basement and then we had to keep the fire going
and keep coal in it all the times. One of our jobs,
Vern's and mine, was to shovel the coal and shake the
ashes out, poke the fire, take out the clinkers and ashes
we carried out and dumped in the back.
We even had an electric stove on which Mother did her
cooking. I remember, I don't know when it was, but it
was several years later we had our first washing machine.
It was called a Gaynor-Day and it was a great big copper
bucket type of thing. Had a wringer on top of it and
when Mother did the wash it was the kids job to turn the
wringer so that she could put the clothes through the
wringer and we had to be very careful we didn't get our
hands in the wringer. Therefore, Mother didn't want us
to put the clothes in. She wanted to put ,them in
herself.
We had some nice neighbors there. And we had them for
many years. The Wubedoos (?) lived across the street on
the corner of Rooklyn (?) Road and Hanover. He was a
retired mining engineer. Later became when Mountain
Lakes was made a borough he was the borough engineer.
Had to do with the construction and design of all the
news roads that were put in. Another neighbor was Tom
Allerdyce. He was in construction work in the city, I
believe. I think he had been a bricklayer originally.
Across the street f rom him and next door to us, I say
next door, there were several lots in between, was Van L.
Visher, was an attorney, and member of a leading law firm
in New York City. When I was older it was Mr. Visher who
would ask dad if I could take time off from school so he
could take me to court. It was also Mr. Visher had
three daughters and I took care of their bikes and mowed
their lawn and so on, never anticipated I had three
daughters of my own.
I say Mountain Lakes wasn't primitive it was a lot
different fromwhat it is today. The roads were all dirt
except for the main boulevard and maybe several other
streets like Briarcliff Road but they had rocks on the
side. In the winter time the roads would freeze and if
it melted in between there'd be ruts in the road. Riding
a bike was a real horror story. Most people didn't have
cars in those days. We walked to school; walked back
again, even came home for lunch. It was a good mile or
more walk to the old stone school house f rom where we
lived.
As far as finding things to do we had an awful lot of fun
playing around with fellows at school as well as the
neighbors. One neighbor was Sidney Austin who lived
across the street and up a block from where we did. His
father was a naval officer. It was his father that died
in the house fire about six or seven years after we moved
there. Fires in those days in Mountain Lakes were pretty
bad because there wasn't much fire protection. ,And once
a house caught fire it really went up in flames. In
fact, when we lived in Howell Road there was a house
where the present post off ice and library and that. house
went up in flames while we were there. Burned down
entirely.
I remember the closest times with the family, by close,
I mean living near by were the Canadas. They had three
boys -- one was just Vern's age, another boy was just my
age. Went through school together. Mr. Canada was a
Yale graduate and he had a Studebaker touring car and I
guess it was the only car we ever had a ride in for some
years. In those days we didn't have any trouble in
finding things to do. We, the kids, would get together
and play the can. The fellows would get up a baseball
team and go down to Nafee's field which was way down
below the Mountain Lakes station and play other teams in
town. We had one called the Melrose Road Gang and they
would play the Boulevards. We had all sorts of varied
teams. We also played touch football either at Nafee's
field or by the old stone school house on the Boulevard.
Probably the commonest sport was to kick stones from
along the sides of the dirt road and heave them. I got
quite accurate throwing stones. One of the sports was to
hit the light bulb which actually we didn't let our
parents know what we were doing. But I remember later
on Oakley Dutton, a girl in my class, told me years later
that she always liked me best because I was so good at
throwing rocks. (laughter) Incidently, she was voted the
best athlete in our class in Morristown High School later
on. One good sport that we had was bow and arrow. We
made our own bows and arrows. In fact, we went down to
the smithy in Boonton and he would saw a big piece of ash
for us into lengths and then we would use a door knife
and whittle that down to make a bow. The arrows I guess
we got dowel rods and make arrows. We used to go down
the farm in Towaco to the turkey farm there and we would
get turkey feathers. Sometimes we would pull out the
turkeys if the farmer wasn't watching and we used those
to glue on the arrows with ambroid so that they f lew
straight. And we really got quite accurate with bows and
arrows. We also made slingshots. And I've made sling-
shots for you kids. (laugh) Also you know how to use
those.
We had a lot of fun over the years ramming through the
woods and we knew Mountain Lakes by heart. We had a what
we called a gang, I guess it was made up of Gordon Canada
and Jack Hildreth. Oh I forget the others. But I know
that Jack Hildreth when we were raiding other gangs or
parties going on we would call him Hoola Boolah and I was
called Fred because there was another Lee in town called
Fred that we didn't like. (laughter) It was then that
we developed the call that our family has used for years.
You probably know it -- ooo-hah. I think it was Dick
Wright and another member of the gang that actually
developed that cheer. He was quite surprised years later
when he heard me use it. When we didn't walk to places
we took the trolley. The trolley went up and down the
Boulevard along where the path runs now that the borough
macadamised some years ago. The trolley they called the
Dinky because it was one-third the size of the large
trolleys. It ran from Boonton to Denville and when they
put in Lake Arrowhead it went right through the middle of
Lake Arrowhead. At that time the Boulevard didn't go
through to Route 46. It was Route 6 then. The old
Boulevard was Crane Road and ended up where the present
Klintrup's office is.
In the early days Mountain Lakes didn't have any mail
delivery. And everybody had to pick their mail up at the
post office which was next to Yacarino's store down near
the railroad station. Some of the fellows developed a
mail routes. Vern had one and so did Paul Welsmiller who
was a neighbor who was not too far away. Paul's route
was up on what we called the hill and Vern's was through
the lower section down on Hanover and Melrose. When they
gave up those routes and were in high school I took them
both over.
Over the years I did a lot of work around town. I was --
my main ]ob was mowing lawns. I did Mrs. Shoohart's so
well that she got me jobs all over town. Mrs. Shoohart
lived on Kenilworth Road and then she moved over to Lake
Drive. Her husband was quite a talented Bell Lab
engineer and he was sent -- the country's emissary to
Mahatma Gandhi when he came into power in India. Later
on Mrs. Shoohart when I drew her will and handled her
husband's estate searching every blade when I was
mowing lawns she would get me jobs but I never came to
that.
Mountain Lakes was made up of Hanover Township and
Boonton Township. It was a very small borough, Boonton
Township, it was mostly all Hanover. And the schools
were in Hanover. The school was in Hanover Township.
Mountain Lakes became a borough in 125 or '6 I believe.
And at that time the school had nine grades. You got a
certificate from the state after eighth grade and then we
had an extra grade for high school and from there we went
-- had to go elsewhere. Initially most of these students
went to Boonton to high school. However, they had a
principal that was quite popular and he was quite active
in having his students go on to college which most of
Mountain Lakes students wanted to do. Because of this
the Boonton people were upset and they fired him as
principal. For this reason, Mountain Lakes led a strike
and the main leaders were Castle and Wright, both of whom
were seniors in high school. They were joined by Boonton
students and were immediately kicked out of school. The
Board of Education following that gave the students the
right to go either' to Morristown High School or to
Boonton. And most everybody went to Morristown. Wright
and Castle went back to Boonton High School being seniors
and they went on to West Point, graduating one and three
in their class and both of them became major generals --
one in the Air Corps and one was in the Cavalry.
Speaking of cavalry there were quite a few horses around
Mountain Lakes in those days. The Hobbies over on Morris
Avenue had horses. The Hapgood girl who was the daughter
of the founder of Mountain Lakes had a horse and the
Hetterer girl on Cobb Road used to ride around. Other
horses had to do with construction work there in town.
They didn't have the equipment the bulldozers and so on
that they have today. They had these horses like you see
on television drawing beer wagons which would draw behind
them a big scoop and they dug out the cellars when the
houses were being built.
Vern and I both went to Morristown High School, Vern
having started out in Boonton. But I always went to
Morristown. We would travel by the Dinky to Denville and
then took the transfer and take the larger trolley that
ran between Dover and Morristown. It took a real good
hour. I don't mention Dick very often because he was
younger and we really didn't have too much in the way of
doing things with him. I do remember that when he first
went to grammar school he was the cutest kid with blonde
curly hair and all the teachers made over him a great
deal. One little episode in grammar school that I
neglected to mention was that everybody would be marked
up the auditorium first thing in the morning to hear the
principal lecture us and sing a couple of songs and then
come down to the classrooms. One day we came down to the
classroom and one of the fellows was sitting in his seat
and hadn't been with us and the teacher said, Edmund
Sturer how did you get in? And he said, I clum in the
winder. (laughter)
One of the sports I never mentioned when I was in high
school and Vern had his license. At that time we had a
car believe it or not. And he used to drag me behind the
car on my skiis down the Boulevard. Pretty risky
business. But I hit a bare spot, thought I wouldn't be
here today.
Another thing that's hard to realize is that the roads
were not plowed to well during the winter and the trucks
and cars going over them would pack the snow down so that
you would have snow there practically all winter long.
And when you had an ice storm the ice would stay there
too. And I can remember we used to skate from home to
grammar school on occasion along the road. v
Dad used to be a real good sport with us as kids. He
loved to play ball and he would get out in the front yard
with a bat and we'd throw the ball to him and he would
bat it to all the kids in the neighborhood. He also
loved to play croquet. We in later years I guess when I
was in high school had a croquet court in the backyard.
At that time the yard had been filled in and had quite a
good level place there. I remember somebody good would
take a shot and he wouldn't want them to make it and Dad
would holler, tubbits, tubbits. Dad was a lot of fun.
He had names for everything and everybody. I remember
Mrs. Allerdice who lived up across from us was quite a --
not too happy a person, and he used to call her the
frost-bitten croon.
Mother was a pretty hard worker and I think we boys tried
to help her as much as we could although we must have
given her a tough time. She always kept us well-dressed
and had white-laundered shirts for us. Always had starch
in them. I remember people remarking on how she could
ever keep us looking the way that we did. I wonder
myself today. She used to love to go to walks. I think
one of her happiest times was when she used to go picking
berries or flowers with us. She was a terrific berry
picker and she knew all the blackberry patches in
Mountain Lakes. And there were a lot of them in those
days.
Another sport around Mountain Lakes was to rattle around
in the old homes that were just partly finished. For
some years Hapgood had built, oh, I would say, there were
ten to twenty homes that were never completed. And there
was big sport for the kids to go in those homes and play
hang-go-seek and climb around them. In fact, the walls
were not yet plastered but all the lathe was up for
plastering. And we would kick out the lathe so we had
ladders and you could climb all over the houses. And
there were lots of nooks and crannies to hide.
As I said before, we had nine grades in Mountain Lakes so
when we went to high school we became sophomores automat-
ically. And we had so many extra courses in Mountain
Lakes that we had more points for graduation than most of
the students did there so we could select what courses we
wanted to take.
I think I enjoyed history more than any other courses and
I remember Miss Campbell the teacher very well, probably
the reason I majored in history later on when I went to
college. I think Vern and I were always avid readers.
I can remember when we were real young that we would take
books to bed with us with a flashlight and leave the door
open a crack. The light from the hall would shine in and
we read the books in that manner until Dad would catch
US. Naturally it was a good way to ruin our eyes.
Being such readers we were always looking for books and
Mr. Canada I've mentioned before had a third floor
library that was tremendous. Vern and I read all the
books in that library I believe. In fact, his children
used to come to us and ask us what book they should read
from their own library. Naturally, we read the Rover
Boys and Tom Swift and the like. Even read the Sabatini
book which mother liked. But I think we read more grown-
up novels historical type of novels that gave us a real
good background.
I graduated from Morristown High School in 1929 and Dad
was all set for me to go to Princeton. Having followed
Vern to high school and having all the teachers when I
first entered class' addressed me by asking if I was
Vernon Lee's brother and I hope you are as smart as he
is. Got pretty tired (end of side I)--
It was a surprise to see Washington -- only seen it in
pictures before that and I really enjoyed being at
American University for a period of time I was there. I
remember I went to see President Taft's funeral. I
didn't know it then but he had been our chief justice and
had been Dean of Yale'Law School where I later went to
school. When I was at American University mother would
except I do remember my history professor. I think I got
my best marks in that. I can't say I studied too hard.
I played basketball, was on the freshman team, and slated
to be on the squad for the college team the following
year but I never got there. The depression so-called
started during that year in college at American Universi-
ty. You will recall that the stock market crash was in
September of 1929 (note: thought it was October) and
while it didn't necessarily hurt Dad 'cuz I don't think
he had much in the way of investments, it did hurt many
of his clients because nobody was building homes at that
stage of the game and unfortunately it followed through
for several years. The crash unless you lived through it
was pretty hard to contemplate.
Mother hadn't been well for a couple of years and when I
got home from American University she was not good at
all. I worked all that summer in Morristown at the ice
house down in what they called the Hollow. I pulled ice
and put the ice on the ice trucks and sometimes I went
out on the ice trucks to deliver ice. I also helped
shovel coal from the coal cars into the trucks and
delivered coal around the various places around
Morristown. I'd tell the fellows at the office that I
used to know all the better back doors in Morristown. It
seemed like an anachronism to mention to ice and coal
today because most of you don't know what it is. But in
those days people didn't have electric refrigerators they
had iceboxes and ice men came with a 30-lb. or 60-lb.
cake of ice and put it in the box. It was quite a knack
to carry the ice and'I got quite strong in doing so over
a period of a whole year. So as I say, I worked and I
didn't get back to college because of the depression.
Dad didn't have any money and mother was in the hospital.
She was in the hospital in Jersey City at Christ Hospi-
tal. She died there on February 18 in 1931. It was a
sorry day for all of us boys because we really loved her.
Probably the toughest on Dick because he was only
thirteen years old at that time. Dad decided money or no
money that I had to go'to college. So I started looking
at campuses and so on. I decided maybe I'd like to go to
Wesleyan up in Connecticut. I made application and got
up at some stage of the game with Dad to talk with the
Deam of Admissions. And they would not give me credit
for my American University marks because it was not an
accredited college. So that I had to wait to find out
whether they would credit me later on dependent on my
marks that I got at Wesleyan. Fortunately, I got very
good grades at Wesleyan and then they gave me credit for
them so that I was only three years at Wesleyan.
To go back again, after my mother's death I worked a bit
more at the Casco at Morristown at the Hollow on the ice
and coal company. But then quit to take a job with the
Borough of Mountain Lakes which was then improving its
roads throughout the town. I got a job with a surveying
crew that worked for the borough laying out the roads.
And it was very helpful in that I learned quite a bit
about the town and later on it was very assistant to me
when I handled real estate matters in Mountain Lakes
because I was so familiar with the roads and with the
town itself. Well, I did go to Wesleyan then in the fall
of 1931 and I had tuition paid for the first semester and
$50 in my pocket Dad had no income at that stage of the
game and the money that I had saved either had been
expended for mother or had been sent to Vern because Vern
was in his last year at Princeton. He graduated in June
of 1931. After the end of the first semester I went to
the college dean and told him I needed a job and he got
me a room with a professor of English by the name of
Theodore Banks. And I resided there for the balance of
my stay at Wesleyan. I also got a job working in the
library. Spent many hours working in the library, closed
it up at night as a matter of fact, eleven o'clock and do
my studying after that. I used to -- didn't have enough
time to wait on table to earn my board so I went to a
restaurant downtown where they got quite familiar with me
and gave me a very good dinner. However, I learned to
exist on practically one meal a day and I did that right
on through law school.
The Banks were quite wealthy people and they had maids
and the cook learned that I was only eating one meal a
day and she used to leave me an egg sandwich on the
stairway, backstairs, when I was ready to go to class
which was a big help let me tell you. I worked Pretty
hard at Wesleyan and got good grades. I had an A+ in
history my first year there. And the history professor
asked me if I would not be an assistant and help him
correct papers and take attendance at class. I did that
throughout the balance of my three years in Wesleyan.
During the summers I worked at the Wesleyan library for
two summers. The first summer, however, there were no
jobs to be had and I came home to Mountain Lakes with
nothing to do so Gordon Canada, my neighbor who was then
going to Yale, wanted to know if I wouldn't bum out west
with him to see our families. I have family in South
Bend and he had family in Ohio. We bummed out there and
had a wonderful time for about six weeks. I remember we
got a ride with a fellow of South Bend from some place in
Ohio and he told us he was heading back to New York some
weeks later and if we would give him a call at this
number he'd be glad to give us a ride. We called him and
he gave us ride all the way back to the corner of the
Boulevard and Route 46. I guess he rather liked having
us with him because he wanted somebody to spell him
driving. Gordon and I took turns driving and we drove up
through Canada and across the Peace Bridge in Buffalo and
down that way from South Bend.
I see Wesleyan in the spring I talked with Dad and
apparently no jobs were available because of the depres-
sion. I neglected to say that Vern had a job at Gunther
Frank in New York that his Uncle Ed had gotten him. It
was a financial advertising firm. He made barely more
than his fare to commute to New York and what he did make
I guess he gave Dad to keep the home going. Incidental-
ly, Dad became a very good cook. Dick in the meantime
was growing up and he got a license and I let him use the
Ford roadster that was a Model T that I had and driven
very little except to work. He wore it out over the
period time I was in school (laugh) but Dick was a very
good mechanic. He kept Dad's Victory 6 going and he kept
the Ford going. I just heard of a party the other day
from one of our neighbors was in back of us by the name
of Wiswall, Frank Wiswall. He was telling me that he
remembered Dick so well that he could fix anything. He
told him he went up there with his bicycle with a flat
tire on it and because it was porous he wondered what he
could do. Dick said don't worry. He took a can of milk,
evaporated milk, and put it into the tire, spun the tire
around a number of times, then blew the tire up and it
held. And Frank said he rode it around for about six
months until it blew out and boy, did it smell when it
blew out.
Being no jobs available when I saw a notice on the
bulletin board at Wesleyan that there was a scholarship
available for Columbia Law School to a Connecticut
resident I went up and spoke to the president of the
university who was a very nice man by the name of
McConnaughy and asked him if there was any chance that I
could apply for that scholarship since I had been at
Wesleyan for an entire year, having worked there all
summer, all of the previous summer. He immediately
picked up the phone and called up the outf it that was
giving the scholarship and they said yes. I applied for
it and was granted it. When commencement came around I
discovered that I had won what was called the Dettror
Prize for the highest mark in a comprehensive examination
in history. I guess that I was pretty lucky I cuz
attending all the history classes for the second and
third time to take attendance and so on and to mark
papers I was quite' conversant with what the various
professors wanted answered (laugh) and the questions that
they would properly ask. At any rate, because I won the
Dettror Prize I met a party by the name of Arthur
Vanderbilt who was just made trustee of the university.
He had asked Professor Dettror to meet me because of my
winning the prize. It turned out that he was the well-
known attorney in Newark, New Jersey and he felt that
Columbia was too radical a law school and suggested that
I apply to Yale. The@refore, I went down to Yale Law
School, made application and took a test that they gave
and got a scholarship there. Fortunately also, Mr.
Dettror, professor I should say, was head of the library
committee in Wesleyan, he got in touch with the librarian
at the Yale University and introduced me asking them to
consider me for a job. When I got to Yale I went and
worked in the library. I got the job and worked in the
library for a couple of weeks until they discovered in
the law school that I was working that library and the
Yale Law School librarian wondered why I didn't work in
the law school library rather than the Yale library. So
from then I worked in the Yale Law School library. I did
much the same that I had done at Wesleyan. I closed it
up at 11 o'clock at night and did most of my studying
after that. Being an alarm clock to wake me up early in
the morning if I sleep while I was studying.
While at Yale I lived with another professor who was a
friend of the Professor Banks with whom I lived in
Middletown, where Wesleyan is, Middletown. He had called
this professor and recommended me and I worked with him
and I did much the same work. I shoveled the walks in
the winter time snow. I babysat for the kids. I took
care of the furnace and carried out the ashes, etcetera.
Got my room f ree. However, I did have to eat and my work
at the library helped pay what I didn't have in the way
of scholarship. Paid for my books and additional fees.
However, for food I was still was short and lived on
mostly on one meal a day just like I had at Wesleyan.
They got to know me down at the German restaurant called
Auschengobels(?) in New Haven. I would appear on the
scene and they'd say here is Lee and they'd dish up a big
plate of German food which would last me for another day.
I did have between meals I used to buy a can of beans and
put in the radiator to heat it. I would when I got real
hungry buy a box of cereal and a quart of milk and eat
that. At any rate, after much struggle and studying I
graduated from Yale Law School also. And what better
than to go to Arthur Vanderbilt and strike him for a job.
It proved to be quite a good thing because he was slated
to be the next president of the American Bar Association.
When my Uncle Ed who was vice president of the Electric
Bond insuring New York City heard that I was going to
practice law in New Jersey he was rather outraged. He
suggested that it would be much better to go to New York
City to practice. Was then that he called an attorney
for his firm to find out that Arthur Vanderbilt was going
to be the next president of the American Bar Association,
that he acquiesced and it maybe it wasn't too bad an
idea.
I hadn't mentioned anything about girls mainly because
being from a family of all boys girls were sort of
outside the pale. However, I did have something to do
with them f rom time to time. I think I did mention
Oakley Judson. She was rather my f irst love there in
Mountain Lakes. She at the ripe age of 17 not yet out of
high school married a West Point captain who was the test
pilot at Aircraft Radio in Boonton Township, he being
then 35 years of age. At my high school senior prom I
invited one Lizzie Allerdice. She later on became fancy
and changed her name to Betty Allerdice and married a
fellow by the name of Greg Borer. It was at her wedding
that I met Mother many years after high school. I
remember Mother from high school as that gal who cut up
the dress in Mount Tabor, had long braids that most of
the time were curled around her head. She was quite
cute. (end Side II).
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