Egbert T. Bush was very fond of grand old trees, and when they had to come down, he lamented the loss in his articles, including one that I published awhile ago, titled “Old Sentinel Oak Has Passed.” That huge tree, or as Bush would call it, a “Monarch,” once stood along Route 523 as you enter Stockton. Today’s article should have preceded “Old Sentinel Oak,” as it concerns the neighborhood of that great tree before it was taken down.
This series of posts has been based on an article by Egbert T. Bush called “Sergeant’s Mills Once a Prosperous Place.” My previous post dealt with two of the four farms located in the Rosemont valley, on the north side of the road from Rittenhouse’s Tavern (Rosemont) to Skunk Town (Sergeantsville), otherwise known as Route 604. This post will describe the owner of the third farm, and include the rest of Mr. Bush’s article.
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There are two farms in southern Delaware Township that are particularly interesting. They were part of the old Dimsdale proprietary tract north of Lambertville until 1750, when John Lambert, a recent immigrant from Connecticut, purchased it.
In my last post I wrote about how the town of Clinton came to be. The man who made it happen was John W. Bray, with the financial backing of his brother-in-law Archibald S. Taylor. Building lots were laid out and sold, merchants and residents moved in and a new town came to life. In 1832 The Newark Daily Advertiser referred to Clinton as “a flourishing manufacturing village.”
However, Bray took some shortcuts that had dire consequences for his financial backer, and for himself.
In response to Egbert T. Bush’s article on Buchanan’s Tavern
Where was Buchanan’s Tavern? Recently,1 I found the first tavern where I didn’t expect it, on the west side of Route 579 near the intersection with Route 523. Most people think it was on the east side of the road, where the Miceks now have a small farm. They are right—there was a Buchanan’s tavern there, but it was the second Buchanan’s Tavern, and here is the rest of the story. Continue reading »
And The Risler School
First, Gen. Daniel Bray
I am not ready to write at length about Gen. Daniel Bray. But in order to write about his son Andrew, something must be said of the father. Continue reading »
Mr. Bush Traces Ownership of Place Long Owned
by Bray Descendants
The Bray Family Portraits
by Egbert T. Bush, Stockton, N.J.
published by the Hunterdon Co. Democrat, April 19, 1934
The following article was written by Mr. Bush about a farm many people think of as the Chet Huntley farm or the Douglas Knight farm. I have added footnotes to flesh out the story. Continue reading »
Egbert T. Bush, for More Than 40 Years a Schoolmaster, Dies
Hunterdon County Democrat, November 25, 1937
This obituary was (almost certainly) written by D. Howard Moreau, one-time owner of the Hunterdon County Democrat, and long-time friend and admirer of Egbert T Bush. Moreau helped persuade Mr. Bush to write his many historical articles for the Democrat. Because I am republishing the Bush articles with commentary, I thought it would be wise to publish his obituary now rather than wait until I had published all of his articles. I might not live that long; so far I’ve only published 11 (out of about 198). Another reason for publishing the obituary now is that, while researching Bush’s article on the Anderson Bray farm, I came upon photographs of Mr. Bush in the Bush Papers at the Hunterdon County Historical Society. I found them fascinating, and needed the proper vehicle for publishing them. Unfortunately, none of the photographs had dates. Nor did they have names, and I made the mistake of assuming that the oldest face was Mr. Bush in his 80s. But after looking through copies of his articles, I realized that the picture was of Elias L. Dalrymple, and have therefore removed it from the post. The remaining three photographs appear to be Mr. Bush in his 50s, 60s, 70s. Personally, I think he looked best (and most dapper) when he was in his 70s, demonstrating the truth of his poem, “When Leaves Grow Grey.” Continue reading »