Since my son will be working Christmas Day we got together for a lobster and dungenous crab dinner that he made. For dessert we enjoyed goodies that he purchased at the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia.
Here is a description from their website:
The Reading Terminal Market, established in 1892 at 12th and Arch Streets, is the nation’s oldest continuously operating farmers’ market. Through its long and interesting history , it has seen times both good and bad, but has emerged in the 21st century as one of the greatest public markets in the country.
When you visit the market, you can enjoy eating virtually every type of cuisine, from sublime soul food and exquisite Asian and Middle Eastern dishes to authentic Philly Cheesesteaks and traditional Pennsylvania Dutch fare — all available from largely family-run stands.
We had planned to visit the historic section of Pitman that features the Haggerty's spin of Christmas decorating but we decided to nix the idea. Anyway I did a blog on that last year:
So I took a couple of photos of my son and his window lights:
I prefer to take Winslow Road from Williamstown, NJ to a section outside of Hammonton called Rosedale and there along the road I found a Christmas display that caught my eye. It probably was a farmer from the area. I will have to re-post when I can give a name of the owner but for now I will share the photos. It had about 10 displays made up of individual little houses and a chapel. People drive along and peer into the windows for a short tour of someone's idea of delighting the young and old alike:
I guess there was something very old-fashioned about this display and it reminded me very much of the displays in Pitman. These days, this type of decorating probably won't even make the local news because there are no flashing, twinkling, or chasing lights. Even more so the displays that get featured now are those that are hooked up to computers and feature music like the Trans-Siberian Orchestra or even the "Gangnam Style" hit with all the light activity coordinated with the music--spectacular I will admit, but I am glad that not everything is hooked up to a computer.
Took a ride to Wheaton Village in Millville, NJ with my friend. I love the player piano in the General Store. For a quarter the piano started up with "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" melody. We skipped the Museum tour but checked out the other shops: the Brownstone Emporium, the Christmas Shop, and the Paperweight Shop. I had my new Sony Bloggie Touch and my son warned me to hold the camera horizontally but I forgot and here is my first video:
I remember a penny store candy shop across the street from my elementary school in Hammonton, NJ. I was a tiny girl with no strong desire to push my way to the front of the line so I was usually last to get served. And even though I am not a huge fan of candy today, I used to go for some of these old-fashion favorites like Maryjanes, Peanut Chews, banana flavored taffy bats, and sometimes the candy cigarettes but never those candy dots on paper or that sickening liquid in waxy little bottles!
This shows a mannerly group of kids. Back in the day it was a lady with a house dress and apron that waited on the kids that were bullies as I remember it.
So sorry that I did not pick up a few eyeballs at the bargain price of two dollars!
After leaving the General Store we visited the other shops where you could spend thousands of dollars on artistic creations. Christmas shopping in these shops was truly a unique experience featuring some South Jersey artists.
Anyone want to empty their wallet for a gift for me?
Who can resist crafts with glitter to bedazzle your creations? The ultimate in glitter mania would be to re-create those cardboard villages that were sold in the five and ten cents stores in the late 40's and 50's. These glitter houses are often referred to as Putz-styled Christmas Villages. They were given this German name because the word "putzen" in one context means to decorate. Did you ever hear of someone "putzing" around? Sometimes the word means cleaning.
I did not discover this German connection and the Moravian church until I married my husband who grew up in Egg Harbor City, NJ. This church has a strong presence in the town because the founding fathers were of German heritage. The most prominent Moravian Church is in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. The Putz was used as a way to tell the story of the nativity to non-readers so the nativity scene was the primary focus originally but it evolved to include the quaint village scenes. I remember my mother-in-law asking my husband to go out and collect some moss for her village. This traditional practice of using moss and other natural enhancements would give the hills a natural look and cotton batting was used to make snow covered mountains. Some of lead figurines were 100 years old but others came from the 50's era including the skiers and the ice skaters that were placed on the pond. The pond was fashioned from a mirror or aluminum foil. The hand-made twig fence was handed down over the years. So I am sure many are not aware of this strong German influence of this custom of making village scenes. I still have the figurines and the fence but sadly the cardboard houses are no more. I do not remember what happened to them but I did get a collection of the Dickens Dept. 56 houses. But the glitter houses or the Putz houses are far more wondrous than those porcelain houses.
I was delighted to be invited to my sister's house as she hosted her co-workers from the South Jersey Health Care system for the second annual Christmas craft night. My sister has been creating the cardboard buildings for a few years now so to speed the assembly she precut the cardboard and painted the snow. The houses featured chimneys, dormers, some with corrugated roofs, clear plastic windows, and shutters. A free-form base had a hole to accommodate a battery operated tea light. They began to hot glue the houses and features together and my sister assured them that the glitter would hide all imperfections. Soon they were adhering the bottle brush trees near the foundations. At the end they were grouped together and the lights turned out to "oo-oos and aahhs"!
Here are some web pages with more information. The last link here might be useful if you plan on making your own glitter house.
I shouldn't complain because I loved this event and the sea of humanity excites me. It still remains a can't miss celebration in the heart of the Pines. It may be a bit too successful because it has lost some of its focus. Commercialization is creeping in. It was advertised as having over 160 Arts and Crafts vendors but many were flea market vendors. There were bold and beautiful sweater vendors. About four or more Mexican vendors were selling your typical south of the border clothing. I bought a wool appliqued sweater for 20 dollars from a Mexican vendor. They claimed it was alpaca wool but I have my doubts but in any case it was so cute and well worth the 20 dollars. I took a picture of the vendor but he didn't seemed thrilled to have his picture taken----too bad, a paying customer should be granted a smile but I did not get one. Maybe it was sort of like the Amish, by having the picture taken maybe I was stealing his soul but I loved his looks. Wolves from the Howling Woods Farm were present but I missed them because the crowds were so large that at times it was a struggle to take a step forward.
Southern classic rock music was provided by the Bullzeye Band. If you compare this to the Waretown Jamboree festival it pales because the variety of the bands was so much better in Waretown. It had featured the musicians from the Albert Music Hall.
Twenty dollar sweater:
There was a presentation of realistic-sized soft scupture dolls that represented a part of Chatsworth's history that I did not know about. Long ago there was a social club for wealthy people out there in the pines. Maybe I did not learn about it because most of the people that live out here are such earthy people that possibly they have a hard time relating to the high living that apparently went on so many years ago.
No, it was not a pet dog:
Above find a cranberry hauler that was probably not too happy to find himself in this traffic jam. No detours for him because the cranberry processing plant is on 563 along with all the cranberry farmers. Doesn't it seem that owners are paying more attention to their trucks? After all these trucks are moving advertising for the companies so more effort is being made in keeping these trucks beautiful.
They picked well when they chose this guy to be a type of roving ambassador for the event:
