We had passed through Phillipsburg, N.J. and Easton, Pa. many times in the past but had never stopped to see anything. Having time, we did so and found many interesting buildings and one interesting bridge built in 1895 to celebrate the communities’ centennial.
As it was early, we decided to visit the neighborhood where Alie grew up. Without planning to do so, we found ourselves before the church where we were married forty-two years ago this week. We then visited Glendale Street, Alie’s first home for seventeen years. After we took a picture of the house,
we walked to the Mackley Apartments (where Alie once thought the “poor” people lived – the whole neighborhood was low income blue-collar). Alie and her sister learned to swim at the Mackley Apartments Pool. In 1997, it was put on the Register of Historic Properties – not because they learned to swim there – and in 2000 it was recognized by the American Institute of Architects. Built in 1934, the apartments were way ahead of their time and easily could have been a product of the 1950s or 60s.
The appearance of the neighborhood has changed a little since 1964,
but the character of the neighborhood was much the same. Children played on the street, and, while we were at the apartments, a neighbor called the present owner of Alie’s old home to tell her someone was taking a picture. She came out and invited us in to see the changes to the interior.
We completed the nostalgia trip in the evening having dinner with Judy, Alie’s high school classmate, and her husband Larry at the Charthouse in downtown Philly.