Hamilton Square, New Jersey
Hamilton Square School
There is a big difference between city life and country life. I’ve lived in the country and I’ve lived in a crowded suburb and I’ve hardly moved more than a mile. You can keep the traffic and the traffic lights. Give me an open field or some woods any day.
I grew up on Fleetwood Drive in Hamilton Square, New Jersey, when it was still a rural area with lots of working farms. There was a small farm behind my family’s house where my brother and sisters and I played all summer. The farmer would plow his field several times a year. In the early summer he went through his field on his combine and left behind straw cuttings that we would use to build little clubhouses. We walked through the field pushing the straw with our legs. When we had a bundle, we would pick it up in our arms and take it to the building site. We organized secret clubs, played army and generally had a great time in our little forts. I can still smell the fresh straw.
Somewhere in Guy Foy’s house there is an old movie that his father took of us playing army in the forts. I saw it once, many years ago. In part of the field there were five apple trees standing in a row. We used to climb the trees for hours, picking the apples and having apple fights. They weren’t any good to eat because they were sour, although we tried a bite every now and then.
When we grew older and were too big to play baseball in Billy McManimon’s backyard, we made a baseball diamond in the farmer’s field. If you hit a ground ball you were out because nobody could field a grounder with all the tire ruts, straw stems and rocks on the uneven ground. Billy, who was a few years older than the rest of us, liked to bat left-handed here. He was a natural right-hand batter but because the right field “fence” was close, he liked to try and hit the ball onto Mercer Street. The “fence” was a row of pine trees about twenty feet tall. There was no center field or left field fence.
My mother used to send me on my bicycle to Hooper-McCabe, a small grocery store in the heart of Hamilton Square. Once, when my mother sent me to get a head of lettuce, I came back with a stalk of celery. (Hooper-McCabe became Heinz’s Market in the mid 1960s and then it became the Cookie Cottage). It was located about one mile from my house on Fleetwood Drive, where Mercer Street meets Nottingham Way. I went past the Nottingham firehouse and Mercer Rubber Company mill to get there. (The red brick building that was the rubber mill is no longer there.)
Rose Ann, my first love, at age six, lived on Mercer Street. To get to her house, I walked through the field about 100 yards and crossed the street. She had sheep, rams and probably other animals in her backyard and I was fascinated by them. We often went out to watch them. Rose Ann was in my first grade class at Hamilton Square School and it broke my heart when she moved away.
Just near the end of Mercer Street on Line Road was the Schilling Farm. When we went there for fresh eggs, Mrs. Schilling sometimes went right to the chicken coop to get them. There is no comparison between a Schilling egg and one that is store bought. Line Road is a dead end now, just past Mercer Street. You can still fish from the old bridge though and people do.
I used to ride my bike to Nottingham Little League games all the time. There wasn’t much traffic then and my mother didn’t have a car. When I got to the field, I just propped my bike against the fence and nobody ever bothered it. They used to play the 1959 Johnny Horton song “Battle of New Orleans” all the time before the games.
Sometimes, my next door neighbor, Bob Holcombe, would let my brother and me go along when he took Lady, his black Labrador retriever for a walk. We would usually go to the woods at the end of Mercer Street and Miry Brook Road. Bob used to tell us stories while we walked. There was a small concrete boundary marker in the woods. Bob told us that Chief Rain-in-the-Face was buried there. We believed him. Bob grew the best tomatoes that I have ever tasted. When I was a little older, I went camping in those same woods with kids from the neighborhood. We didn’t have tents. We just threw our sleeping bags on the ground. All of the woods are gone and houses are there now.
When my family had just moved to Hamilton Square, farmer Tindall put up a sign for free potato picking. The field was too wet for a heavy tractor so Mr. Tindall let us dig up the potatoes by hand. I can still remember being in that field on a rainy day and walking in all the mud. The potatoes were a little mushy.
I live in Mercerville now, the next town over from Hamilton Square. You really can’t tell where one town starts now and the other ends because the land has been filled in with houses. But every day I drive past the old Flock Farm where my mother used to buy corn and peaches. The farm was sold years ago to the developer who built University Heights.
The intersection nearest my home, Sloan and Quakerbridge, used to be a quiet corner with a stop sign. Now it’s a major four lane intersection that’s always busy. There’s a Burger King on one corner and on the opposite side, where there was once a small shack that sold pork roll sandwiches, there is a large modern Exxon gas station. Hughes Drive, where I once delivered newspapers on my bicycle, is now so busy that I hope an adult does the route. I remember when the Five Points had only stop signs. If they didn’t have traffic lights at the intersection today, they would have to build a hospital right on the corner.
Even Hamilton Square has a traffic jam every day now. They had to move the old War Memorial a few years ago to make room for a traffic light. For years it had stood in the middle of the road. They put the monument in Foley Park near the intersection. The park was made when they knocked down the old luncheonette where Tommy Baumeister’s father once bought me a chocolate milkshake after a ball game. There used to be a barber shop near where the monument is today. My brother and I used to ride our bikes to the shop and pay a quarter for a hair cut.
About thirty yards from the park, my father used to operate the Nottingham Bookstore.  He was there about twenty years in the basement of the old Grange building. The Grange building was sold about 20 years ago. The old farmers were dying off and those that were left were having trouble getting up the stairs. I used to see old farmer Tindall go in there. My father’s store used to be the Post Office many years ago. I remember going there as a little kid. Across the street and a little to the left is where the library used to be. I used to like a book called “Fierce John” when I was little. I read it a lot. Both the library and the Post office are now large modern buildings that serve thousands of people.
I guess what I dislike the most about Hamilton Square today is the traffic. I liked it when there wasn’t a traffic light at every intersection. I used to tell my wife that if they put up one more light we were leaving. I stopped saying that years ago. I liked it when you could ride your bike safely anywhere. I liked the apple trees and corn fields. I’ve been tempted to pack up and move. I’m not sure exactly what stops me. I guess it’s fear of the unknown. Hamilton Square may not be the same, but it’s familiar. It bothers me that my son will never have a field like I did to play in. My field is now a housing development and my apple trees are long gone. I hardly ever see kids playing baseball today except in an organized game with adults. And forty years ago nobody ever gave you the finger from a passing car.
In my first grade reading book, the book after “Dick and Jane”, were two boys who lived in a rural community. They played in fields and apple trees just like I did. At the end of the book they are grown up and have children of their own. The book ends when they take their kids to see the apple trees and a highway has been built around the trees. I was crushed and felt so sad for them. I had no idea at the time that my apple trees were also doomed.
Note: In 2005 I finally did move away. I now live in Washington County, New York, just outside the village of Schuylerville. There is a fifteen acre field behind my house that is planted every other year with feed corn or soybeans. There are woods across the street and beyond the trees, I can see the Hudson River.
I wrote this article for an English class at Mercer County Community College. My college professor thought one of the local weekly papers might be interested in it. It was eventually published in the Hamilton Observer. I think it was in the late 80’s or early 90’s. I could probably figure it out if I wanted to, but let’s just say it is over twenty years old. I have made some changes to clarify some things, but the basic story is the same.
Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
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General | John Tedder | 
November 22, 2009 1:13 pm
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Hi Paul. Really nice to hear from you. I remember you and your brother well. Do you ever see Richie Green?
John…the article was posted on the Facebook.group “grew up in Hamilton Square”….again great article many of your memories are shared by others including me. SHS ’70
Thank you for writing this. I also grew up In Hamilton, On Overton Rd, my husband lived on Miry Brook, and I remember many of the things you mentioned. Sad how things change. My mom would yell for me to come in at night when the street lights came on, now I can’t get my daughters attention without texting her! Miry Brook Rd is a race track, and the kids are always inside playing video games. Even Halloween isn’t the same, they organize that now too. We moved back here to the neighborhood, hoping our kids would have the same experiences we did. And like you, it bothers me, that they will not. Thanks again for sharing.
I came across your site while randomly looking up Hamilton Square. I lived there until I was 13 before we also moved to upstate NY in 68. Sounds like we coved some of the same ground. I have fond memories of the woods arounds Reynolds Jr High and picking grapes and hickory nuts! Also bought penny candy at Hooper and Macabes on my way to Sayen school. I was delivered the Trenton Times and always enjoyed spending my earnings having a pizza at Cesears with my friends, or having a burger at the Pink Hut! I lived on Cumberland Road.
Haven’t been back in years, but am recently retired and it’s on my. List of things to do!
Thanks for commenting Bill. Hamilton Square has changed a little bit since 1968.
Hi, John. Just read your article and smiled all the way through it. We did have a wonderful childhood, didn’t we? Thanks for making my day!
I used to work for your Father in that bookstore. ..sometimes instead of pay he would give me whatever books I collected …Many awesome things in there. .
Thanks for commenting Linda. I moved a lot of boxes of books for my father over the years.
Thanks for commenting Marilyn. It is really nice to hear from you.
Enjoyed reading this. I loved your father’s bookstore. I still have books that I bought there. My dad passed away a year ago but is he owner of Nottingham Tavern. Many of my trips to the bar as a young teen included walking down the street to your father’s store.
HI, John!! It was so much fun to read your memories of the Hamilton Square we knew! I grew up on Coleman Road, which backs up to Nottingham Fire House… I still live in Hamilton Square, on Flock Road. I can almost taste the peaches we used to get!! I remember the Little League field being the center of our social lives from Spring until Fall! Good times!!!
Thank you for writing this. It’s funny that I just saw it for the first time today. Hamilton Square was a wonderful town to grow up. When I tell people about our town they ask me if it was like Mayberry. Maybe it was. Some of the names you mentioned also brought back memories. I thought the same thing, I wish my daughter had grown up in a town like that. Well, I could go on and on…so, thanks again.
Thanks Guy. Seeing your name and reading your comment took me back to delivering the Trenton Times newspaper all those many years ago. Thank you.
Thanks Susan. Nice to hear from you. We did have great peaches. I spent a lot of time at the Little League field as an adult too. Almost every time I visit Hamilton Square I go to Sayen Gardens. I am so glad that Hamilton Township saved it.
Thanks Heather. It’s always nice to hear from someone that enjoyed my father’s store.
Thank you, John. This brought back so many wonderful memories. One of them was decorating my bicycle and riding it down Nottingham Way during the Memorial Day Parade.
I can’t believe I found this thread!! I was looking for some old articles about our farm and the fruit and veggie stands we had. You guys are not going to believe this…my Father and Grandfather were the ones with the peaches and sweet corn!!!!!
That’s awesome. Thank you for commenting. I remember stopping there all the time with my mother and brother and sisters. That was the late fifties and early sixties. Seems like it was yesterday.
John,I am reading your article for the first time, my family moved to the neighborhood Capri Lane in 1967 so I have a memory of the field behind your house Capri Lane was a dead end at our house and remember riding on a trail to Acres Dr. on my bike. Being the younger family in the neighborhood we got to know most of you,I remember talking to your your Dad as he walked to his store,he always had time to say hello. I remember that your grandfather took so much pride in keeping the Little League field in better shape than any major league field could be he had a passion and if you got there after school and helped him you could work the score board which had metal plates with numbers for the score board and you got a Coke for you efforts. Great Memories,Thanks.
John I’m reading your post for the 1st time,we moved to 3 Capri Lane in 1967 I remember the field behind your house it was a dead end in front of our house. We were the new family in the neighborhood I remember you father walking to and from his book store, he always had time to say hello. I have a fond memory of going to the little league just after school to help your grandfather Mr. Tantom (forgive me if I have his spelling wrong) get the fields ready for the game that day, he cared so much that the kids could play on a field as good as Yankee Stadium he had a passion that you very seldome come across anymore, I would try to get to the field early enough to help him so I could work the scoreboard for the gamed et a Coke for payment, I still go to Sayen Park as I’m part of the staff of the Little League District 12 but it will never be taken care of as it was back then,I’m 57 now it is still a favoret memory of mine. Thanks For That John
Thanks for commenting Steven. I remember you. My grandfather’s name was Ray Dunham. He was my mother’s father. He did take a lot of pride in making the field look nice. He did that for quite a few years after he retired. The scoreboard was in center field when I played, 1962 through 1965. I was the starting pitcher for the 1965 Nottingham Little League District 12 team. I got the first batter out and then I went to play shortstop. Dave Todini came in to pitch the rest of the game and got the rest out. It was a combined no-hitter.
Jack Cust was on that team and his son went on to play Major League Baseball for the Oakland A’s.
Speaking of baseball, I gave all of my baseball cards to your brother Randy when I got older and didn’t want them anymore.