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Back on the property somewhere, an abandoned iron mineJust after the Revolution, the original house, a wood structure, and the sawmill had burned down and the house was replaced by this one–according to a date engraved on a stone over the cellar door and carved into a corner beam in the front room, built in 1786, its exterior walls constructed of stones collected from the fireplaces of the Revolutionary army’s former campsites in the local hillsA house of stone such as he had always dreamed of, with a gambrel roof no less, and, in what used to be the kitchen and was now the dining room, a fireplace unlike any he’d ever seen, large enough for roasting an ox, fitted out with an oven door and a crane to swing an iron kettle around over the fire; a nineteen-inch-high lintel beam extending seventeen feet across the whole width of the roomFour smaller fireplaces in other rooms, all working, with the original chimneypieces, the wooden carving and moulding barely visible beneath coats miu miu clutch and coats of a hundred and sixty-odd years of paint but waiting there to be restored and revealedA central hallway ten feet wideA staircase with newel posts and railings carved of pale-striped tiger maple–according to the realestate lady, tiger maple a rarity in these parts at that timeTwo rooms to either side of the staircase both upstairs and downstairs, making in all eight rooms, plus the kitchen, plus the big back porchWhy the hell shouldn’t it be his? Why shouldn’t he own it? “I don’t want to live next door to anybodyI don’t want to see the stoop out the window–I want to see the landI want to see the streams running everywhereI want to see the cows and the horsesYou drive down the road, there’s a falls thereWe don’t have to live like everybody else–we can live any way we want to nowWe can go anywhere, we can do anythingDawnie, we’re free!”
Moreover, getting to be free had not been painless, what with the pressure from his father to buy in the Newstead development in chloe paddington handbag suburban South Orange, to buy a modern house with everything in it brand new instead of a decrepit “mausoleum
“You’ll never heat it,” predicted Lou Levov the Saturday he first laid eyes on the huge, vacant old stone house with the For Sale sign, a house on a hilly country road out in the middle of nowhere, eleven miles west of the nearest train stop, the Lackawanna station in Morristown, where the screen-door-green cars with the yellowish cane seats took people all the way into New YorkBecause it came with the hundred acres and with a collapsing barn and a fallen-down gristmill, because it had been vacant and up for sale for almost a year, it was going for about half the price of things that sat on just a two-acre lot in Newstead”Heat this place, cost you a fortune, and you’ll still freeze to deathWhen it snows out here, Seymour, how are you going to get to the train? On these roads, you’re notWhat the hell does he need all that ground for anyway?” Lou Levov demanded of the chanel j12 Swede’s mother, who was standing between the two men in her coat and trying her best to stay out of the discussion by studying the tops of the roadside trees(Or so the Swede thought; later he learned that, in vain, she had been looking down the road for street lights “What are you going to do with all the ground,” his father asked him, “feed the starving Armenians? You know what? You’re dreamingI wonder if you even know where this isLet’s be candid with each other about this–this is a narrow, bigoted areaThe Klan thrived out here in the twentiesDid you know that? The Ku Klux KlanPeople had crosses burned on their property out here
“Dad, the Ku Klux Kian doesn’t exist anymore
“Oh, doesn’t it? This is rock-ribbed Republican New Jersey, SeymourIt is Republican out here from top to bottom
“Dad, Eisenhower is president–the whole country is RepublicanEisenhower’s the president and Roosevelt is dead
“Yeah, and this place was Republican when Roosevelt was livingRepublican during the chanel necklace New DealWhy did they hate Roosevelt out here, Seymour?”
“I don’t know whyBecause he was a Democrat
“No, they didn’t like Roosevelt because they didn’t like the Jews and the Italians and the Irish–that’s why they moved out here to begin withThey didn’t like Roosevelt because he accommodated himself to these new AmericansHe understood what they needed and he tried to help themBut not these bastardsThey wouldn’t give a Jew the time of dayI’m talking to you, son, about bigotsNot about the goose step even–just about hateAnd this is where the haters live, out here
The answer was NewsteadIn Newstead he would not have the headache of a hundred acresIn Newstead it would be rock-ribbed DemocratIn Newstead he could live with his family among young Jewish couples, the baby could grow up with Jewish friends, and the commute door-to-door to Newark Maid, taking South Orange Avenue straight in, was half an hour topsDad, I drive to Morristown in fifteen minutes
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