by Gabe Donio

Let’s get it out of the way up front: I’m not a churchgoer.
I was, once – I was even an altar boy. I can still tell you when to sit, stand and kneel.
St. Joseph was my church. It was located just around the corner from the house where I grew up, and I would go to mass there on Saturday or Sunday, and serve mass one night during the week.

 

Honoring the 1949 Little League World Champs

by Bill Parkhurst

A love affair occurred last Thursday night when the Historical Society of Hammonton honored the 1949 Little League World Champions. It was a night to remember, a love affair of Hammonton history. During the hour of presentation, an allergy came upon the room. Tissues quietly appeared from ladies’ pocket books and strong men’s voices quavered in joyous remembrance. Collectively, the silver haired agreed that memories grow more precious with time and age.