American Dreams of a Country Sort of Town
By Norma Jaeger Hopcraft
Sorry for spotty publishing lately -- my mother was ill, and this week she passed away. I've been so busy taking care of her, and now with funeral arrangements, that my attention to this blog has not been total.
The following pics were taken in East Millstone, NJ, this winter.
A church not far from the Delaware and Raritan Canal. East Millstone was the Saturday night stop, so there's five churches in a little town comprised of just six or seven short streets of houses.
Looks like a fire among the trees.
This is the historic home of people who own the best restaurant in New Brunswick, NJ, not far from here.
This place has a strange, deserted feel, and the few windows are very high up in the walls, too high up for people to see out of. But someone lives here. My sister says it's been converted into a home. I heard classical music playing through the doors.
Someone worked hard to put all this out on the lawn and light it all up.
Whoops!
A warm, inviting home with Christmas tree lit up in the living room.
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