A personal history of Port
Morris, New Jersey by Sal Valentino. -
Editor's Note: In July 2004 we received a note from Sal Valentino
offering to sketch out his memories of growing up in Port Morris. Here,
with only slight editing to weave the parts together, is his never
before published account, along with Sal's family photos and images from
our own main Port Morris history page.
MORRIS, NEW JERSEY HISTORY AS I LIVED IT
The generation I belong to is
very fortunate in living through a lifetime of such astounding technical
developments. We went from horse and buggies, steam engines, and Model T
Fords to high speed computers and going to the Moon. No generation in
the past has witnessed these dramatic changes and I doubt any will in
the future. Yes we'll have better cars, better planes, faster and
smaller computers etc., but nothing like we experienced. So I am happy
to use my computer and share the humbler and simpler times during my
youth living in Port Morris, New Jersey, a small and historic town of
1,000 people which gave me such profound memories.
The author, Sal Valentino is at left, in his "Navy" uniform, mom Isabel Valentino and sister Isabel, circa 1942, in front of their Port Morris home.
Sal Valentino in his "Army" uniform, circa 1943. This HONOR ROLL stood on Center St and read: "Residents of Port Morris Serving In The Armed Forces of Our Country". The top group is Army, Navy next and then the Marines
|WORLD WAR II
Next to our home on Center Street, alongside where the Port Morris Hotel was before being destroyed by fire in the 1930's, an Honor Roll (see photo above) was built to honor all those who served during World War II. For years I took care of this monument including cutting the lawn in front of it. One day during a very bad storm it blew down and was destroyed. The words on top were: "Residents of Port Morris Serving In The Armed Forces of Our Country". The top group is Army, the next Navy and then the Marines. The photo above shows me posing proudly in my (junior) Army uniform around 1943, standing next to the Honor Roll. The sidewalk in the foreground of the Honor Roll was the entrance to the hotel and in the rear are the remains after the fire.
During the War many from town worked at nearby munitions plants Hercules Powder Company in Kenvil, New Jersey and Picatinny Arsenal in Rockaway, NJ. They had 3 eight hour shifts 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and buses from these facilities would take employees to work. During one period both my parents worked in Picatinny in the war effort and often at night. My older siblings would care for us but if something went wrong we went across the street to Mr.& Mrs. Smith for help. They were ministers at the Port Morris Methodist Church, the only Church in town.
On September 12, 1940 the Hercules plant blew up with a horrendous explosion that killed 49, injured 200 and rocked Port Morris causing many of the windows in my school to break. The German Bund was active in America at the time and were suspected of sabotage (Editor: The eventual death toll was 51, no official cause of the blast was ever determined but evidence pointed to an industrial accident). One of the injured was my brother Anthony who was blown 50 feet into the air and landed on a hot bed of ashes with fire all around him. He thought he was dying and called out for help from our sister Dolly who had passed away the previous year, 1939. Suddenly he saw an opening in the fire and crawled through. He suffered burns to his face and elbow and had permanent damage to his ear. His picture (below) being led away from the fire covered the whole front page of The New York Daily News on September 13, 1940. At age 5 my first memory in life was seeing him looking out the window of Dover General Hospital with his face all covered with white bandages.
During the war 72 men from Port Morris served in our Armed Forces, 49 in the Army, Navy 20 and Marines 3. One Navy man was killed, Donald LaRue who lived on Washington Street. Our Valentino family had 2 serve during the war, Ralph as a Marine and Vic in the Navy. Vic was in the Marshall Islands, South Pacific and was present near Enewitok when an atomic bomb was exploded there as a test. We often kidded him that when he left home his hair was straight and upon return it was kinky, we thought from the bomb fallout! Brother Joseph served in the Air Force after the war and I served in the Army 1953-1954 just as the Korean War ended. I was sent to Germany for 2 years and was stationed on the East-West border monitoring the Russians. So the Valentino family (see photo below) had servicemen in the Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines! The only brother who couldn't serve was Anthony because of injuries suffered in the Hercules explosion.
Anthony Valentino, injured in the Hercules Explosion, 1940
The Valentino Brothers, from left: Sal, Joseph, Vic, Ralph, Anthony
|During World War II the rail
yard at Port Morris was often filled with war equipment and soldiers,
destined for ports and embarkation overseas and as young children we
were fascinated to watch it all.
Often I rode on the old town fire truck while we went around town collecting pots, pans, scrap metal, etc. for the war effort and we piled these in large heaps near the firehouse. Most important items were rationed like gas, tires, butter and yes even bubble gum.
We had parades during the 1940's, especially on Memorial Day as shown below. Please note the cars were all 1930's vintage, none were made in America during the war since production was solely for military equipment. These pictures were taken while standing in front of our home on Center street.
Memorial Day Parade in Port Morris, circa 1944.
Mrs. Isabel Valentino and the family 1937 Dodge.
|A little river called the Musconetcong ran between Lake Hopatcong and Lake Musconetcong through Port Morris. One place on it was a favorite swimming hole called The Deep Hole where we built a little platform made of railroad ties which enabled us to dive into the river and swim. Usually after a day of work on the railroad we went there to rid ourselves of grime. Since our town was located on Lake Musconetcong we had a small park area on the lake where we could swim, boat, fish, ice fish in the winter and ice skate. Next to this area was a large stone ice house. During the winter after the lake froze, (in the early days) large blocks of ice would be cut and stored here to be used through the spring and summer. This was before my time though, only the walls were left when I lived there since electric refrigeration had been invented.|
Lackawanna Railroad Train Tower at the Port Morris NJ yard, circa 1935-1955.
Steam Engine in front of the
Port Morris NJ roundhouse, circa 1940
| The canal operated before
my time but I do remember everything about the rail yard, which was very
big. It served as a steam engine repair facility and also long trains of
cars were created there and sent all over the country. As carloads came
to Port Morris they would be divided up by common destination and sent
to these new places.
Steam engines would be replenished with water and coal to run on before leaving on a trip. The fire boxes were cleaned there and each day as a result, huge plumes of black smoke would cascade all over town and we called these blackouts. Families would run to their clotheslines and remove washed clothing which was hanging to dry.
Many in town, including myself would go to the railyard at night and gather coal which spilled from the coal chutes that were filling the engines. Everyone in town had coal furnaces when I was a young boy through the 1940's.The yard also had a cattle pen, used to hold cattle which were removed from trains that had to stay in the yard a few days. They were watered and fed. As a child we would go watch them. In the photo below, this engine is backing onto the turntable in Port Morris to be turned around and headed in the opposite direction.
The L&HR No. 80 (Lehigh & Hudson River Line) Steam Engine being backed up onto
the turntable at Port Morris, NJ, 1939.
Remains of the Port Morris Roundhouse, 1963
Phoebe Snow Train Ad
Another time we were working out on the Cut Off near Andover. Incidentally it was called this because the old line went through Netcong, Washington NJ, Phillipsburg and was single track, whereas the new line was a "cut off" of the distance to Buffalo and went from Port Morris through Andover, Blairstown, Columbia and was a double track. To maintain a level straight grade many hills were cut down and the dirt and rocks were used to create very high roadbeds between the hills, some were almost 1000 feet high and I remember the view was spectacular. There were some tunnels, one was the Roseville Tunnel near Andover the site of a train wreck which was before my time. While on one of these high road beds we were going to dump car loads of old ties from cars which tipped sideways causing the ties to tumble down the embankment. However, ties in one car jammed and wouldn't roll off so someone had to get in the car and try to untangle them. Well, that was me so as I was prying them loose with a long bar, they suddenly began to move and I went over the side with them. I jumped for my life and fortunately the embankment was made of cinders so my landing was soft and I immediately scrambled to get out of the way as the ties went roaring past missing me by 4 feet. Railroading was dangerous and tough work. The high embankments pictured below are where this accident occurred.
There was another
incident on the Cut Off while we were pulling some old ties and
replacing them on the main line. We were told to move off the track onto
a small siding next to the main line because a freight train was due to
pass. As we waited on the siding I looked off in the distance and saw
the train coming thinking nothing of it. The train's whistle give 4
blasts and again I thought nothing of it. Suddenly I noticed the engine
veer off the main track onto the siding where were standing, heading
directly toward us. I saw sparks flying from the locked brakes of 100
freight cars traveling at 60 MPH. By the time the train reached us it
was coming to a stop and the engineer jumped out and came running back
screaming "who threw the
switch to put me onto this siding?"
Railway Gandy Dancers
| Many teenagers from town
first worked as caddies at the Hopatcong Golf Course which was located
about 1 mile past the Hopatcong State Park. The course eventually closed
and homes were built on the site. We also worked at the Fairways Bowling
Alley located next to the golf course (see photo above, I'm on lower
left) setting up pins. Eventually this too closed. (Editor: The
'Fairways' Bowling Alley burned down in 1961, several years later a
restaurant was built on the site, in 2005 that building was torn down
and a convenience store constructed on the site) Pin setting is gone since this is now
done automatically by machines. In the photo are: Upper row, left to
right: Steve Guerriero, Cappy Olivo, Frank Guerriero. Lower row, left to
right: Sal Valentino, Warren "Dent" Allen, Vito
Mauriello (possibly Vito Amato).
Photo taken around 1950.Often we would hitch hike to these places and if
we couldn't get a ride, walked the whole distance of several miles.
During summers some worked on the railroad as I did.
Steve Guerriero later fought in the Golden Gloves as seen in the photo above.
Sadly, while ice skating across Lake Musconetcong at night to go to the movies in Netcong on the other side of the lake, Cappy Olivo's brother Bill Olivo was drowned when he fell through the ice. His friend Milton Neal, skating with him tried to help but couldn't so he skated as fast as he could for help but by the time firemen arrived with boats it was too late. They shouldn't have been skating at night but kids are kids. The town was very saddened by this tragic accident.
My father was a mason and I often worked with him around Lake Hopatcong where we repaired and built concrete docks etc. which still exist today. He had a 1929 Ford truck similar to the one in the photo above.
The Silvio De Marino 'Confectionery Store', circa 1940, one of almost a dozen stores in Port Morris at that time. The rise of large shopping centers in nearby communities closed most by the 1980's.
Blackwell's Hotel on the Morris Canal in
Port Morris, circa 1890-1895
|I remember Blackwell's, (see
photo above) we used to go there for a hamburger and french fries when I
was a kid. Some distance to the right of this place was a little store
owned by my grandparents Vito and Grace Casella who lived in their home
next door. Years later my aunt Grace Pires Emery (Nellie) made a little
restaurant here and catered to the railroad workers. The railroad yard
was across the canal which was filled in and became Canal Street.
De Marino 'Confectionery Store' (see photo above) was run by Silvio De Marino. I don't know the street number of De Marino's store but our home (Joseph and Isabel Valentino and family) was the 2nd home from the store and our number was 268 Center street. During the 30's there was a Post Office across the street from the store, then it closed and was transferred into the home of Dorothy and Roosevelt De Marino which was 2 homes down the street from the store. Silvio De Marino who owned the store was related to them. Everyone went to the P.O. to get their mail where we each had a mailbox with a combination lock. If we had other postal business we often would have to call through the little window into the home of the De Marinos and someone would come and help us. Although mail was not delivered each home still had a number.
Silvio also had the job of walking up to the rail yard once a day and as the steam train went by would either stop or throw off a bag of mail for the town. He would then carry this over his shoulder down to the P.O. usually around 3 pm where it was sorted into each mail box. Many townspeople would watch for Silvio walking with the bag and when he deposited it at the P.O. we would wait about an hour for the mail to be sorted then walk down and pick up our mail. During the 50's the P.O. was transferred to Landing where it is today and mail was then delivered to each home.
After Silvio De Marino died my brother Anthony (Valentino) bought this store and ran it about 5 years. They lived upstairs. In the rear of the store was a room where men from town played Pinnacle card games. It has now been converted into apartments.
Just to add to the missing information about the "dozen commercial places in Port Morris which are all gone"....There was Harding's General Store (now apartments), Chipoletti's store and pool room, later owned by Tony Santella, eventually it became Joe Perfetti's market, the last retail store in town, Riker's Candy Store (now a home), the Liciardello Grocery Store (now a home) and Carbinerro Beauty Shop (now a home). The Port Morris Post Office ran out of the home of Roosevelt & Dorothy De Marino (Editor: Dorothy De Marino was the officially appointed Port Morris Postmaster). Local resident Pauline Rogers began an extensive drive in town to close the Post Office and have our mail delivered. She was successful and De Marino's lost the Post Office when it transferred to Landing. Other businesses were Firpo's Diner located near the rail yard, which catered mainly to workers in the Roundhouse, Arendesky's Garage, Dow's Garage, Mike Arendesky's Farm, Granato's Garage, Valentino's Store, Port Morris Hotel (next to my fathers house), Loppy Wintermute's Barber Shop, Tony Rossi's General Store and Arendesky Coal Delivery.
How's that for memory!! Sal Valentino, July 2004. Expanded and Revised October 2004.
An aerial view of Port Morris, circa
1935-1950. Clearly visible at center right is the Railroad Train Roundhouse.
Lake Musconetcong is at the bottom. Netcong is just out of view to the right, Landing is at the top left of photo.
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Thank you all for the following comments you sent about the Living History of Port Morris I wrote. Thought I'd share them with everyone. Regards, Sal Valentino
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