Days of Yore
 Warwick Road (35K)
Warwick Road
as recounted by

Bill Day
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Warwick Road Ladies
In the early 1930’s two sister lived in their family home on Warwick Road.  Their house was one of the first three houses ever built on the street.  One of the sisters was Mrs. Clement, an widow.  The other was Virgie Garrett, a spinster.  Mrs. Clement resembled Dresden china.  She was a delicate, refined little lady who walked around town in her Quaker garments with a quiet dignity.  Her voice was a gentle lady’s.  I can still see here in her black dress with lace collar held erect about her neck by the bone stays.  Virgie was the opposite; she was a squat, stocky person who walked with vigorous long steps as she gallopped along the street.  The two girls were aunts of Paul Kind, the owner of Knox Gelatin, an dessert manufactured in Camden.  Their house was filled with antiques worth a fortune, but then furniture of vintage was just their way of life.  Out in the barn, when you entered the structure it was like you had transported yourself back a hundred years.  The empty stalls for the horses were there as though the occupants were just out to pasture.  The tackle or harness was hanging on the walls, and the collars were there as though ready for use.  Mrs. Clement often told me how she saw Billy the Kid one day wen she was out West.  One of her tomcats was named after the bad man.

The girls when young frequently walked around with split leather riding skirts always prepared to ride somewhere.  Mama Day told me how when they headed for Schlect’s Bakers they would with no hesitation in their stride put one hand on the top rail of the fence and vault over to cross the field where the Methodist Church now stands to get to the Main Street and the railroad for their pastry.  It was difficult to imagine Mrs. Clement jumping over a split rail fence.

Vergie for years bought every week a quarter’s worth of White Owl cigars which I always presumed were for the hired man.  One day in Neumeyer’s she let it slip that she had smoked half a cigar at bedtime for years.  One day Mrs. Clement told me that I should not go to the dentist too often because here teeth had been ruined by here parents making her go for a check up too regularly.  When she found out I was George Day’s son she told me that she hadn’t had her shoes fixed properly since his death.  She said, “Old Mr. Day - his language was terrible, but he certainly could fix shoes.”  Mrs. Clement also told me that she was always intrigued when she remembered her honeymoon. She could remember being in a boat riding down the Rhine river in Germany, sipping wine which was made from grapes  that had come from the vineyards along the shore.  Yes, times have really changed.  Honeymoons used to be remembered as wine drinking times. Homepage
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