Occasionally in this section one runs across a native who will talk of the days the lads and lassies ordered the fiddler placed on the table where he played till overcome with drink and fatigue and then disappeared under it. The late Wes Heilman Sr. of Philadelphia, a long time summer resident of Beach Haven, was an entertaining storyteller. One of his favorites came from an interesting encounter he'd had in his early days in the insurance business before he went into manufacturing. He was 96 years old and had matured an ordinary life policy. It becomes an endowment if you live that long and they pay you off.
All companies do that.
No, I don't want to come and have a dinner in my honor. My father was a lawyer around 8th and Spruce in Philadelphia. He had a horse and carriage for all of us and he used to hire another horse and carriage to take all our luggage down to the Market Street wharf on the river. There were big sailing boats that took us up to Trenton. We stayed at an inn in Trenton overnight and next day took a stage coach to Mount Holly where we stayed again for the night.