Our Early Nineteenth Century Port

This is the high time of year for seeing cruise boats o the Hudson. All sizes and types of boats are taking people out for sightseeing, for dinner or for a longer trip up the valley and back again. Newburghers enjoy counting the many new boats they see passing our shores (and hoping more of them will stop at our shore in years to come). Watching a couple of attractive-looking long-distance river cruisers go by this week prompted me to look back at some of the chronicles written about river trips of long ago. From the days of sail and booking a berth on a packet sloop through the days of the grand “floating palaces” – the steamboats – the Hudson River has been our road through eastern New York and the water road into the interior United States for many decades.

We Quizz the Public Strolling Through Downing Park

I surveyed a total of 100 visitors of Newburgh’s memorial Downing Park for a good reason: while researching a topic to write about or develop into a presentation, I seek insight. Whether that be insight into a time period, an object or person, I look through many sources for commonalities to thread a narrative. It doesn’t hurt to consider the topic’s historiography; regarding how historians have researched or written about a topic. Over time, interests begin to expand, narrow or change altogether. Then there is the audience to consider. What have they chosen to read, listen in on or remember?

The Way West

Fall foliage is just passing its splendid peak of perfect colors. Anyone I walk or ride with can’t help pointing to an especially vibrant shade of red or orange as leaves flutter to the ground. It is a time when, despite the need to conserve fuel and avoid gas expenses, people can’t help one or two rides into the countryside. When relatives from abroad visited recently and wanted to take a short trip to test out their rental car, they went west along the two-lane highways that pass hills and farms and reveal the beauty of Orange County. They came back amazed at the extent of our natural resources.

An Able Man: ‘The Mayor of South Street’

As I near my goal of becoming a teacher of vocational education, naturally, I very often wonder how successful I will be. Will I be effective? Will I make a difference? Will I touch someone’s life in a positive way? Whether or not I succeed is yet to be seen. However, I am confident that I possess, through the benefits of education and life experience, the tools I will need to succeed in my chosen profession. Some of the tools I will use have been handed down to me in the way of very special gifts from my family. I do not suggest gifts of the birthday or holiday variety that sometimes come wrapped in fancy paper and trimmed with curly ribbons. Instead, I refer to the kind of gifts that take years to recognize and appreciate and often come in the form of lessons in tolerance, compassion and service to humanity. Many of these special gifts I have received from my late paternal uncle, Frederick Cox, the most able man I have ever known.

Excerpt: The Rev. John Brown, D.D.

Of all Newburgh’s galaxy of brilliant and distinguished clergy-men of other days, perhaps the most outstanding was Dr. John Brown, for many years rector of St. George’s. He occupied its pulpit from 1815 to 1878 and was both beloved and admired. He was a man of great activity and business ability, and his sagacity and acumen gave him an influence in the village far beyond the interests of his immediate parish. He owned the land on which were erected the quaint and beautiful houses always know as “Quality Row,” and lived in one of those houses for many years. He died in 1884, during the first year of our Society’s existence.