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Why I Hate Morristown

I hate going into Morristown.

I know that this probably seems a little odd, or even harsh. But I cannot escape the overwhelming sense of dread I feel when I have to go there. It wasn't always this way, in fact, Morristown used to be one of my favorite places to go to.

I grew up in Mount Olive and my Grandmother, Rose DeCaro, lived on Wetmore Avenue in Morristown. My mother and her three sisters were raised in town and I have so many memories of the place it is hard to organize them sometimes.

We had so many family holidays filled with food and laughter around the dinner table they all meld together.

When Woolworths was in the center of town, my Grandmother and I would buy peanuts there and throw them to the pigeons in the park. Some days, we would walk through Epsteins, but we rarely bought anything, as the prices were always out of reach.

I used to look forward to seeing the decorations on the Green for Christmas. Or going to the Farmer's Market. 

When I got my learner's permit to drive I would take the ride out to my grandmother's house by driving through Chester and Mendham and winding into Jockey Hollow.

Every Wednesday after school. Its how I learned to drive. And once I had a license, I would use it to go visit my grandmother at least once a week.

After college, I moved in with my grandmother in Morristown while I obtained my master's degree. When I took my first reporting job at the Daily Record, I remember her being so proud. She loved Morristown. My grandmother had spent the majority of my life filling me with wonderful memories that were tied into the town she loved so much.

Our impromptu dinners at the diner, or Friendly's or even the Speedwell Avenue Pizza Hut became some of my favorite habits.

Slowly, things changed. Woolworths closed. Epsteins closed and piece by piece life separated me from some of things I used to do in town.

And then, in October of 2010, my grandmother died.

My grandmother was a remarkable woman who was widowed young and ran an ironing busiess out of her house to make her ends meet. And she worked into her 90's. She was stubborn, and strong and smart and giving. She was also my best friend.

I miss her every single day.

I wish I could go to Woolworths and pick up another container of peanuts to feed the birds. If I could take her to Epsteins I would max out my credit cards to buy out the store for her.

The places of my youth are gone and the person who was so integral in allowing me to see Morristown through her eyes is gone too.

There is a new store where Woolworths used to be. There are new condos where Epsteins stood as a silent sentinel to the heart of the town. There is a new family in my grandmother's house on Wetmore Avenue.

I understand, academically, that this is a part of life.

But the town is so linked to my memories of my Grandmother, it is difficult for me to not feel overwhelmed when I have to go there.

Seeing the town now reminds me of all that isn't there.

And I wonder if that is ever going to change.

Laura Mager Null

9:40 am on Monday, April 2, 2012

I run the risk of repeating myself here, as I have already tried to post this. Your story touched me greatly. My memories of Morristown are from my childhood in the 50's and 60's, and early young womanhood, with my first job, dating, etc. Most of my Morristown memories are associated with my mother, who is gone now. I know that if I were to see Morristown as it now, the changes - even though I know about them - would hurt. So I understand where you are coming from. But memories, ultimately, are all we have, and they are lovely and precious.

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Russ Crespolini

10:24 am on Monday, April 2, 2012

Thanks, Laura. I am trying to get to a place where I can see Morristown for what it is, a vibrant and beautiful town. But right now all I see is what is gone. And when I go there I feel like someone punched me in the stomach.
I think it would be easier for me to deal with if I could keep it exclusively in my memory. But I think, things like this just take time.
Thank you for reading and for taking the time to post a reply.

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Laura Mager Null

10:35 am on Monday, April 2, 2012

I guess I am fortunate in a way, that all these places (Morristown, Mendham, Chester, Madison) exist for me largely in memory. The last time I was in New Jersey, about ten years ago, I was more shocked by how things had stayed the same than by how they had changed, but I had not been through Morristown. How could it be Morristown without Epsteins? I can remember that place in the early fifties, before it had a renovation. And is Cutter's still open, and the waitresses still insulting the patrons?

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Russ Crespolini

9:59 am on Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I do not frequent Cutter's so I cannot comment on their staff. But I can sum up what Morristown feels like without Epsteins...sort of like a really beautifully wrapped present with nothing inside.

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Prentiss Gray

2:08 pm on Thursday, April 5, 2012

Cutters is closed and long gone. Goodbye Shrimp/Chicken in a basket.......

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Laura Mager Null

2:42 pm on Thursday, April 5, 2012

I figured as much. Used to go there with my parents when I was a kid, and later with dates, or with my co-workers at Bell Labs for lunch. But then I date myself by saying Bell Labs, don't I?

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Russ Crespolini

4:41 pm on Thursday, April 5, 2012

Prentiss when did Cutter's close?

Laura did you ever go to the Minuteman? Off the beaten path....but an institution nonetheless.

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Kendra Arnold

8:38 am on Friday, April 6, 2012

Cutter's closed several years ago; I think it is now Raul's Empanadas and a sushi place.

Laura Mager Null

4:55 pm on Thursday, April 5, 2012

No, Minuteman is not ringing bells. But I remember a coffee house that existed briefly - The Thirsty Ear. My favorite restaurant from early childhood on was the New York Tea Garden.

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Kendra Arnold

7:24 am on Friday, April 6, 2012

I think Morristown is awesome, but to me this essay was a sweet tribute to his grandmother. Of course Morristown isn't as great as it was to the author, because she isn't here anymore.

I did not grow up here, but I have seen some of the changes people are talking about, like Woolworth's closing and so many banks moving in. I still think it is a great place, for a town so small in size (3 miles across), we have great places to walk to right inside of town: Fort Nonsense, Sunset Lake, Foote's Pond, the Traction Line. Empanadas, plenty of places to grab a beer, community gardens bringing people together in formerly vacant lots, a pretty library (now open!) and a friendly bike shop.

Anyhow, thanks for this, your grandmother sounds like she was a person who made Morristown a better place to be.

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Prentiss Gray

8:59 am on Friday, April 6, 2012

Actually, I believe the space formerly occupied by Cutters is now George and Martha's American grill. Remember that Cutters was a series of interconnected rooms across the entire base of the building. Although most people ate in the bar area. I don't remember when Cutter's closed, it could be as long as 5 years ago.

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