By Erik L. Burro
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Garden State Legacy is pleased to present some holiday season fun in the form of this piece of historical fiction based on real people, places, and events out of Burlington County, New Jersey’s past! byby ErikErik L.L. BurrBurroo A Burlington County Christmas Carol | Erik L. Burro | www.GardenStateLegacy.com Issue 46 December 2019 hristmas, 1853, just two years after America’s 75th anniversary. I was hired several years before as a teacher at the Burlington College for Boys which had joined with St. Mary’s Hall, a girls school, both the inspiration of Anglican Bishop G. W. Doane of St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Burlington. I became acquainted with the bishop when I was a student at Penn and had worked part-time for Philadelphia architect, John Notman, who had just completed the Library Company of Philadelphia on Locust St., and buildings and landscaping at Laurel Hill Cemetery overlooking the Schuylkill River. Those projects had bought him widespread acclaim. It was Mr. Notman who had introduced me to Bishop Doane while we were working on preliminary drawings for the Bishop’s Residence and St. Mary’s Hall Chapel of the Innocents, both to be located along the banks of the Delaware in Burlington. Notman had encouraged me to take up the teaching position the bishop was offering. The bishop agreed, providing I would also oversee certain aspects of the construction that were to begin. From the start, the chapel had been my project. Notman and the Bishop had both entrusted me with recommending and overseeing many of its interior George Washington Doane, architectural features. There is no better time to see the Episcopal Bishop of New Jersey chapel interior than when it is decorated for the holidays, and St. Mary’s Episcopal Church, when the student choirs fill it with the music of Christmas it is Founded 1702, Burlington filled with holiday spirit. Most of our students have gone home for the holidays. A few remain because their parents live too far, They stay as guests with families of the St. Mary’s parish. I no longer have immediate family so I usually visit for a day or two with my aunt at Christmas. She lives not far in Bordentown. It is a cold, overcast, blustery afternoon along the riverbank with patches of snow and ice on the ground. With care and bundled up for the worst of winter, I make my way to the train- stop, just a few blocks away. I had heard that the steamboat service to Bordentown had been suspended because there is too much ice in the river. It doesn’t really matter because the Camden & Amboy railroad is a bit quicker and arrives right in the center of town, a short distance from the Hopkinson House, where I am staying. I walk up Wood Street to Broad where the track runs down the center of the street through the length of the town. No one is in sight. I stand close to the Metropolitan Hotel at corner of Broad John Notman, Philadelphia Architect and High where passengers usually gather. Bracing himself Samuel B. Waugh, 1845 against winter wind, I recognize a dark skinned man who has A Burlington County Christmas Carol | Erik L. Burro | www.GardenStateLegacy.com Issue 46 December 2019 turned the corner, wearing a top hat and very long woolen overcoat, open enough to reveal a preachers’ collar. “Reverend Benny Jackson, Bonne Noel! How nice to see you on Christmas!” “Monsieur Francis! Bonne Noel! It is good news...it is Christmas! I have just come from holiday services at our leetle church and was hoping I would arrive before zee train got here. One of my daughters said she would try very hard to join us today. She lives and works in Philadelphia, zeez days. I haven’t seen zee Bishop since las’ week. Please give him mon best for a Merry Christmas. Did you know he is helping us git a school funded for colored children, in part, wiss zee proceeds from Burlington Island?” “Yes, I had heard something about it. I think it is a wonderful idea. But you know how slow council is with adopting new ideas. Let us hope for the best. By the way, where do you keep Petite Fleur when it so St. Mary’s Hall School for Girls, Main cold outside?” building, Chapel of the Innocents I should mention on workdays, Benny can be seen with his Burlington Quaker artist/engraver John Collins cute little donkey and red cart here on Broad St. He is the most sought after porter in Burlington and the best known along the C&A railway. (Local artist, John Collins published his portrait of Benny along with a lithographic series of Burlington scenes.) “Zee chef over at zee New Hope firehouse lets me stable her with zee horses, when it’s zis cold. I sink zee firemen and their children all love her! And zoz big draft horses seem to love her, too. You know, growing up in Haiti, it took me zeveral years to get used to zis cold weazer. But, like Petite Fleur, I am very ‘appy here in Burlington. Did you see her in zee Christmas pageant, last night?” “Yes, Benny, she looked tre bonne standing next to the manger. The youngsters were delighted she was included.” Because it is Christmas Day, the John Bull is on a limited schedule. “I sink I hear zee train coming!” I glance at my pocket watch. Not surprisingly, it is arriving later than expected. Its three coaches are nearly full with passengers from Camden and Philadelphia. Unfortunately for Benny, no one gets off. I see a look of disappointment as he vainly searches for his daughter, while I climb aboard. Just as the train starts to lurch slowly forward, Benny looks up, catches my eye, smiles and Benny Jackson, popular porter in waves goodbye. I can only see what he is shouting “Au revoir, Burlington Messur. Francis! Happy Christmas.” Burlington Quaker artist/engraver John Collins A Burlington County Christmas Carol | Erik L. Burro | www.GardenStateLegacy.com Issue 46 December 2019 The train is noisy! Everyone is in a holiday mood, shouting happily to one another over the chugging of the English-made steam engine. They are talking about who they’ll be seeing and what their holiday plans include. Many anticipate arriving in Manhattan by the end of the day. It is not a long ride to Bordentown. I am the only one getting off. As the train gradually departs towards Hightstown, I am suddenly struck by how still and quiet it is as the train rounds a curve and vanishes. Bordentown is the only stop where the C&A enters and leaves the center of town, out of sight from pedestrians and carriages at street level. The rude platform is at the base of two flights of The John Bull of The Camden & wooden steps that reach Amboy Railroad Farnsworth Avenue above. I pick up my train case and cautiously climb the icy stairs, with one hand firmly gripping the handrail. How fortunate I am, living in New Jersey, where great strides are being made with steam power. Now one can travel from Philadelphia to New York in less than a day, slowed only by busy ferry crossings at each end. On the other side of the Delaware there is now a train that goes from Philadelphia, through Bristol to Trenton. There is much talk about the two lines being connected. If bridges are built to span the Hudson and the Delaware, just imagine, making the trip to New York City, non-stop! I read there is an English engineer named Brunel working on a large span design that might be useful to us here in America. His project for a huge Atlantic passenger steamship is expected to be launched soon. A distant church bell brings me back to the present as I make my way along Farnsworth Avenue. I am suddenly in the midst of a furious snow flurry and startled by two trotting horses, rushing by, pulling a shiny coach with its windows drawn. While making certain I am walking in the right direction, the coach is gone as it had appeared. Only the flickering street lamps show the way to my aunt’s house by the corner. I thump the brass knocker that is surrounded by a large Christmas wreath. There is no answer but I hear lots of people inside. The second time, after a brief pause, the door suddenly swings wide open and my smartly A Burlington County Christmas Carol | Erik L. Burro | www.GardenStateLegacy.com Issue 46 December 2019 dressed aunt, happily exclaims, “Francis, Merry Christmas, my dear! Now that you’re here, our holiday celebrations can begin!” She points in the direction of the staircase and says, “Look at all the wonderful greens they’ve brought us from Mount Holly, near the courthouse.” The door is quickly shut, “Come and greet our guests while I get you the address of where you are going to pick up our special dinner guest. In the meantime, have some hot mulled cider and warm up,” then hurriedly leaves for the study. “Ah, here it is! “ She exclaims from the other room and returns, holding a monogrammed note paper which she gives me. “Our guest is a twenty-three year old teacher who has been staying at Mrs. Michaelson’s boardinghouse on Spring St. I thought it best if you would escort her to our home. Last year, she travelled all the way back to Massachusetts for Christmas with her family.