Father James “Jim” Conover, a former parochial vicar at St. Mary’s in New Monmouth, died, August 28, after a long illness. He was scheduled to retire September 1.
Born in Neptune, the son of Anna and James Conover, Father grew up in Freehold and was a parishioner of St. Rose of Lima parish, where he later also served as pastor for more than 15 years.
In a recent article in the Diocese of Trenton news publication honoring Father’s scheduled retirement, it was noted “Father Conover will leave behind a priestly legacy spanning almost half a century. The parishioners whose lives he touched, the communities he served, and the countless faithful who encountered Christ through his ministry stand as a powerful statement to that vocation.”
Prior to becoming a priest, Father Conover earned a certificate in medical technology from Monmouth University in 1967 and completed pre-seminary philosophy requirements in 1973 at Georgian Court University, Lakewood. Before entering seminary, he worked for the American Association of Blood Banks as assistant chief of the department of pathology, Monmouth Medical Center.
In 1978, he earned Master of Arts and Master of Theology degrees from Mount St. Mary Seminary in Emmitsburg, Maryland. He was ordained on May 20, 1978, by Bishop George W. Ahr in St. Mary of the Assumption Cathedral in Trenton.
Father Jim Conover addresses the congregation during the 150th anniversary Mass for St. Rose of Lima School, Freehold, in 2025. Bishop David M. O’Connell, C.M., who was principal celebrant of the Mass is seen in the background. Mike Ehrmann photos
Father Conover belonged to the generation of priests that helped guide Catholic communities through decades of social, cultural and ecclesial change while remaining rooted in the Gospel and the sacramental life of the Church.
After serving at St. Mary’s, Father also served at St. Veronica, Howell; St. Raphael (now part of St. Raphael-Holy Angels), Hamilton, and St. Joseph (now part of Our Lady of Fatima, Keyport). He also served as pastor of St. Catherine Laboure Parish, Middletown, and was assigned as administrator of St. Rose of Lima before being named pastor. He served as chaplain at the Mater Dei High School, Middletown, and St. John Vianney High School, Holmdel, and was a member of the diocesan Liturgical Commission and Engaged Encounter team.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be
thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our
daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we
forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us
not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Hail Mary,
Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God, pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of our death.
Glory be to the Father,
and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
world without end.
I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth;
and in Jesus Christ, His only Son Our Lord,
Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended into Hell; the third day He rose again from the dead;
He ascended into Heaven, and sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.
BMCS Mike Vaccarella (US Navy Ret.) Commander Tracie Smith-Yeoman ((US Navy Ret.) and HMC Wil Fetherman(US Navy Ret.)
The trio, Commander Tracie Smith-Yeoman, Senior Chief Michael Vaccarella and Chief Wil Fetherman, all Navy retirees, will receive the presentation and be honored at the 5th annual Veterans Appreciation Luncheon of the Middletown DAR on Monday, October 5 at the Holmdel Senior Citizen/Community Center on Crawfords Corner Road in Holmdel.
“I cannot think of anyone more worthy for the Citizenship Award than Commander Smith-Yeoman and her Naval Science Instructors,” said Earl Moore, principal at the Marine Academy of Science and Technology, when learning of the honor. “They are the personification of citizenship; the most hard-working, honest, community-involved team I have ever had the honor to work with.”
The three instructors have a total of more than 67 years in the Navy and 40 years working together at MAST, with Vaccarella the longest serving having started at MAST in 2009 and Fetherman joining him the next year. Smith-Yeoman, who had been the Senior Naval Science Instructor since 2012, retired earlier in January 2025.
The trio were not new to each other when they came to MAST, with their paths having crossed during their years with the Navy; Vaccarella and Fetherman served together for several years while stationed in Connecticut, and Fetherman was at NWS Earle in Colts Neck when Smith-Yeoman was the commanding officer of the reserve center there.
At MAST, Fetherman teaches Naval Science to the freshmen, which includes their introduction to NJROTC as well as classes on how to wear the uniform; Navy ranks/rates, ships, and aircraft; executive skills such as time management, stress management, best practices including studying and completing homework; effective followership; and basic military drill including saluting, standing at attention and parade rest, basic marching, and military bearing.
HMC Wil Fetherman (US Navy Ret.) Commander Tracie Smith-Yeoman ((US Navy Ret.) and BMCS Mike Vaccarella (US Navy Ret.)
Vaccarella teaches Naval Science II to the sophomores, which includes maritime history focusing on US naval history from the founding of our country until WWII; and leadership.
Smith-Yeoman taught Naval Science III to the juniors which included ship construction, shipboard firefighting and damage control, watch standing, merchant fleet operations, leadership, and the Navy’s legal justice system.
The three split the senior class studies, all teaching Naval Science IV courses in leadership, ethics, cultural awareness and geography. They all also taught all four grade levels each year in public speaking, sexual harassment recognition and prevention, safety (both executing events safely and developing safety plans before an event), being an upstander (as opposed to a bystander), suicide awareness, physical fitness, and current events.
Smith-Yeoman has received acclaim since her design and introduction of an additional class for juniors on the Medal of Honor.
This was a two week courses she initiated in 2016 after attending a presentation given by the Congressional Medal of Honor Society about their Character Development Program. The program provided lesson plans and other materials that used the stories of Medal of Honor recipients to help students build strong character, develop leadership skills, become active citizens, and embrace the spirit of service. She implemented the program by first giving a lecture to the cadets about the history and design of the Medal, the regulations surrounding the awarding and wearing of it, and stories of some of the more “famous” recipients … Dr. Mary Walker, President Teddy Roosevelt, Lieutenant Michael Murphy, Corporal Bud Thorne, Gunnery Sergeant John Basilone, Father Vincent Capodanno and more.
She then had the cadets each select their own choice of a recipient, research and make a presentation to the class about that person, addressing specific questions on the background of the individual, the action that warranted the award, what the recipient did after receiving the award if it was presented to a living recipient, what buildings or monuments are dedicated to that person and more on its importance in their own home towns.
“The program turned out to be a resounding success,” the retired instructor said. “Cadets repeatedly told me it was their favorite lesson of junior year. They got really excited about their recipients; I remember one cadet being outright indignant that no building — not even a post office — was named after his recipient.”
Smith-Yeoman said it was important to her personally to create and present the Medal of Honor program “because I felt that learning about the recipients gave the cadets a whole new set of true role models to look up to.” If there was a down side to it, she laughs, it’s that “it took several weeks to complete the topic because the students frequently went over the ten minute guideline for the length of their presentations, and I never wanted to rush them.”
Although MAST has fewer than 300 students and fewer than 70 graduates a year, throughout their years as a team at MAST, the three instructors also supported graduates every year applying for and being accepted for millions of dollars of ROTC scholarships and admittance to all the federal service academies, including the Merchant Marine Academy and the new program for the Space Force. Recently, MAST was named by US News and World Report as the 11th highest ranking public high school in the state.
Persons wishing to attend the DAR annual luncheon should e-mail MiddletownDAR@gmail.com for further information.
The Atlantic Highlands Borough attorney’s letter to the resident on 8th Avenue who wants the public Stairway to remain open throughout the year makes it clear the borough has no obligation to do so, yet wants to accommodate the resident as best as it can.
Borough Attorney Margurette “Peg” Schaffer
Borough Attorney Marguerite Schaffer’s letter to Debbie Kirsh came after the 8th Avenue resident received an e-mail from borough administrator Caleb Stratton calling for a meeting to discuss the matter.
Borough Administrator Caleb Stratton
Ms Kirsh’s property does not have any steps either from her front door, down the steep hill to 8th Avenue, or from the rear of the house, several feet down from Prospect Circle. Since she purchased the property many years ago Kirsh has used the adjacent public steps, no more than 20 feet from her back door and directly abutting the side of her property, for access to her home.
But the attorneys letter indicated “the borough does not have any obligation to maintain this staircase and the Joint Insurance Fund (JIF) has advised us (the borough) not to maintain the staircase during winter months” even though the borough has apparently maintained it as municipal owned public property since Kirsh purchased the house.
The attorney went on to explain that if the borough did leave the staircase open “it would be your responsibility as the property owner to maintain it.” The borough did offer, the letter continues, to “close the staircase and adjacent sidewalks in order to avoid your undertaking of that obligation.”
The letter did not indicate how the borough would recognize Kirsh as “the property owner who had to maintain it.”
While the letter did not disclose how the borough would make that determination, it did include portions of the borough ordinance governing clearing sidewalks in front of private property, apparently indicating Kirsh would be held to that same ordinance even though the property adjoins, but does not front, on her property.
Stratton’s e-mail had asked for a meeting September 1, giving the resident the option of whether she wanted the borough attorney or other professionals present, but suggesting it “may be helpful to start with a high-level conversation in advance of winter operations.” While the attorney’s letter after the e-mail did not mention how Kirsh could own the property, Stratton’s e-mail gave the optional discussion to “either follow the risk assessment or deed the staircase to the property owner (you).”
The administrator pointed out the borough is seeking an alternative that maintains the adjacent property owner’s access to her home via the staircase while still complying with the risk assessment report, but did not include with the correspondence.
Former Atlantic Highlands Chief of Police David W. Rossbach
While all questions concerning the administrator’s e-mail and Kirsh’s concern for access to her house throughout the winter have been referred to the administrator, who is out of the office until next Monday, former borough Police Chief David Rossback has taken a definite stand in support of the borough maintaining the stairs. He compared the current issue to two roads in the borough that he said had been closed. Similarly, he said, the action with Ms Kirsh appears to be similar to an action he said was attempted for Sears Landing Road in deeding the property to adjacent property owners.
In two separate posts on Face Book, in response to the article in VeniVidiScripto, Rossbach wrote:
”What a shame – this is a town that touts history and walk ability. I’m not sure most residents even know that they can utilize these stairs. Great for commuters walking to the ferry, people looking to exercise, residents out for a walk, and history hunters. I personally use these stairs several times a week on my walks (great to get the heart rate up). The stairs are charming and beautiful. Functional history.
So after 100 years we cannot maintain these historical stairs ?
What is happening here seems to be in line with Sears Landing Road which was not maintained and had to be closed. The town installed metal gates. The same with Bayside Drive, metal gates and the road closed. Both of these roads are needed in the event of an emergency.
I believe the town tried to “deed” Sears Landing Road to the homeowners, to no avail, and presently maintain the road.
That road as it stands now is a mess and suffers from severe undermining, held together by patchwork. Definitely erosion issues for the home owners who live in the area and no way vehicles could use the road safely in an emergency. There is now only one way in or out of these residential areas. Both streets allowed emergency access from another point in the event of a problem (fire, trees down, wires down, road damaged)
Preserve our history, heritage and open space as well as our safety and accessibility.
Priorities … eyes on everything while keeping our town affordable, Rossback concluded.
In a separate post response, Rossbach continued “The public stairs should be preserved much like the stone bridge – which is a block away. Waiting until things are in such disrepair should never be an option. Let’s maintain and protect what we have rather than letting things quietly slip away. It seems our eyes are always on something that we don’t have. It’s a fine line – priorities, safety, heritage, and moving forward. Sorry if anybody’s feelings are hurt…NOT ! It shouldn’t have to be that
When the staircase, which is made of native peanut stone and extends from Prospect Circle to Ocean Boulevard, was first built has never been identified completely. Many believe the present set of steps was built or rebuilt after the Depression, when the borough had many WPS projects underway, including what some people have called the “Pirate’s Stairs” at Henry Hudson Spring, another railroad stop on the train from New York.
The late Paul Boyd, a long time local historian, has said he always “ assumed the original idea for the steps was to shorten the route for people living on the hill to walk down to the bay and the steamboats and railroads north to NY and south down the shore. When presented with a story that the peanut stone steps were built in 1909, he questioned whether there was any evidence to support that anniversary. In further conversation, Boyd was told the upper segment of peanut stone steps may have been built under a separate construction contract, either before or after the lower segment, citing an article from the Red Bank Register in 1909 that noted “Two flights of wooden steps that connect Bay View Avenue to Eighth Avenue are to be replaced with stone steps by Monmouth Contracting Company at a cost of $486. Iron railings are to be placed on both sides.”
For Mari and her parents, choosing Mater Dei after she graduated from our Lady of Perpetual Help grammar school in Highlands was an easy decision. Her parents wanted
Memory When the Reverend Stanley Lukaszewski, aka Father Stash, says the Memorial Mass at noon on Saturday, September 26 in memory of all the deceased members, faculty and alumni of Mater Dei High School, he will join with the three graduates who work hard every year to plan and organize the tradition that is not only a tribute to the deceased but also an opportunity for reunion among the living.
The alumni, Mari Campanella Kovach, Tom Dooley and Cathy Daniels, are inviting all who want to attend or participate in the mass to keep the September 26 date open and plan on visiting with former classmates and their families. For anyone wanting to participate in the mass or has other names that should be included in the necrology, which has grown to more than 800 deceased, to contact one of the three of them as soon as possible to be included in the remembrance booklet Kovach also prepares for the annual event.
Tom Dooley and his wife, Marge
Tom Dooley, a graduate of the class of 1965, the first graduating class from Mater Dei in New Monmouth, has been part of the mass since 2015, because he felt it was important to honor and remember all those on the lists. Admittedly, he said, he says special prayers for those from the Class of 1965 who have died, since it is his own graduating class and the first graduating class from the high school. He also has special prayers for the Class of 1966, “ as those are two classes who were, and still remain very close. They celebrated their 40, 50th and 60th class reunions together.”
So Dooley offered his help to Kovach, who has kept the tradition alive as she had promised her history teacher J T Murray who started it, and Daniels who was president of the Alumni Association, The group gathers all the names for the Necrology List where every name is read during the mass; it also plans refreshments for all attending the mass and arranges the lectors, music, and parts of the mass that make the celebration personal and meaningful to Mater Dei families. Dooley also was able to schedule Diane Testa as the pianist and Deacon Marty as the deacon for the mass and noted “it’s just a simple way to help and participate in the only remaining Mater Dei tradition.”
“Because Mari promised Mr Murray she would continue it and it’s a very nice remembrance of all the administrators, faculty, students and supporters who were part of the history of Mater Dei for more than sixty-one year’s” makes the annual mass an important tradition, Dooley believes. “Besides, I believe Monsignor Bulman would appreciate this tradition for the school he founded, in order for more students from the Bayshore parishes and other parishes to have the benefit of a catholic high school education. “ The late Monsignor Robert T. Bulman was pastor of St. Mary’s parish for many years and was responsible for Mater Dei becoming the second Catholic high school in the Monmouth County area.
Both Tom and his wife, Marge, also a graduate of the class of 1965, participate actively in the mass in addition to helping plan it. This year, the couple, who have three children and four grand children, celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary this month. Marge is retired, after a career of half a century in the nursing profession.
Campanella can be contacted at mari.kovach@gtsllc.com, Dooley at tfdooley1947@gmail.com, and Daniels at cathy.daniels@verizon.net
For Mari and her parents, choosing Mater Dei after she graduated from our Lady of Perpetual Help grammar school in Highlands was an easy decision. Her parents wanted to be sure she continued her catholic education, and Mater Dei High School seemed the perfect place, a bus ride away on the Boro Bus and joining with other OLPH graduates and friends. Today she still recalls she liked everyone of her teachers at Mater Dei, but TC Murray certainly stands out, along with her biology detach “Doc” Keiber, as well as George Hansen, Bob Kitson and her religion teacher, Sister Catherine Tronolone.For Mari and her parents, choosing Mater Dei after she graduated from our Lady of Perpetual Help grammar school in Highlands was an easy decision. Her parents wanted to be sure she continued her catholic education, and Mater Dei High School seemed the perfect place, a bus ride away on the Boro Bus and joining with other OLPH graduates and friends. Today she still recalls she liked everyone of her teachers at Mater Dei, but TC MFor Mari and her parents, choosing Mater Dei after she graduated from our Lady of Perpetual Help grammar school in Highlands was an easy decision. Her parents wanted to be sure she continued her catholic education, and Mater Dei High School seemed the perfect place, a bus ride away on the Boro Bus and joining with other OLPH graduates and friends. Today she still recalls she liked everyone of her teachers at Mater Dei, but TC Murray certainly stands out, along with her biology detach “Doc” Keiber, as well as George Hansen, Bob Kitson and her religion teacher, Sister Catherine Tronolone.urray certainly stands out, along with her biology detach “Doc” Keiber, as well as George Hansen, Bob Kitson and her religion teacher, Sister Catherine Tronolone.
The Highlands Historical Society will hold a special meeting Thursday, August 27 at 7 p.m. at the Robert Wilson recreation Center, Waterwitch Avenue and invites all members and prospective members to attend and participate.This is an important meeting where we will brain storm, discuss options, and consider decisions about how the Society moves forward
“This is a very important meeting to explore new and creative means of engaging and strengthening the Historical Society, “ said Society President Sheila Weinstock. “The Executive board is seeking the ideas, information and opinions of every member as well as the many prospective members who are showing a keen interest in becoming part of the Society.”
The meeting is coming the week after the gala celebrations both in Highlands and in Middletown honoring the Centennial English Channel swim anniversary of Trudy Ederle, the first woman to swim the Channel and a New Yorker who learned how to swim in the Shrewsbury River at the bridge. The river beneath what is now the Capt. Joseph Azzolina Bridge, between Highlands and Sea Bright is recorded as having the 8th strongest current in the world.
Weinstock said several critical matters will be addressed at the August 27 meeting, including important discussion about issues affecting the future of the organization. Included in discussions will be membership recruitment and retention, listed as high priorities for input and ideas. “ We want to explore new and creative ways to attract members, keep our current membership engaged, and strengthen the Historical Society—and we need your ideas and input,” Weinstock said in letter to current members.
“This is an important meeting where we will brainstorm, discuss options, and consider decisions about how the Society moves forward. All members and prospective members are strongly encouraged to attend and be part of the conversation,” the president said.
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The 46th annual Atlantic Highlands Historical Society flea market will be held at the Marina Saturday, September 12 from 10 am to 4 pm. The highly popular and much sought after event will feature antiques, collectables and crafts, including new merchandise, as well as some second time around goodies one and all can use with assurance that there is at least one thing to attract every visitor.
A variety of household items, many furniture items, vintage and new jewelry, tools, toys, clothing, bottles, books, postcards, fishing and boating equipment, old and new plants, flowers, and lots more will be available.
In addition, the Society will be selling food and refreshments. It will also feature the signature “Treasures Or” table and a chance auction, with proceeds going to the restoration of Strauss Mansion Museum. Taine date for the event is scheduled for the following Saturday September 19.
There are still some spaces available for those who want to be included. For further information, call 732-291-4313 or 908-902-8967 or 732-291-9337.
The temporary closure of the Museum means a loss of revenue from visitors on Museum Sundays and from events held at the Mansion. Society members are grateful to all those supporters who have donated this year and renewed their memberships in the Historical Society. Society President Lynne Petillo noted the society depends on contributions to carry out its mission of preservation, education, and promoting local culture.
Persons wishing to donate are invited to contribute through the website at www.ahhistory.org or by sending a check made payable to AHHS to P.O. Box 108, Atlantic Highlands, NJ 07716. Many interested persons like to make donations in memory of someone who is deceased but for whom preservation of local history has been important.
The Atlantic Highlands Historical Society is a volunteer run 501(c)(3) non-profit organization.
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he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.
They have been a part of the borough of Atlantic Highlands more than 100 years. They hold fond memories for local residents who remember scrambling up and down on them as kids. They have a place in history for the early 20th century visitors who used to connect from the railroad station at the bottom to their elegant Victorian homes at the top of the hill.
Today, for some, they are the only access from their 8th Avenue homes to either 8th Avenue or Prospect Circle where the back of their elegant Victorian home fronts.
And last week, the borough administrator offered to give them to a local resident.
The Public Steps. The steps that go from Prospect Circle all the way down to Ocean Boulevard. Some 70 steps or so made out of native peanut stone, with stone walls on either side. They were constructed with the native durable stone by the borough in the late 1930s or early 1940s, around the same time a similar stair set, built with WPA funding, was constructed near Henry Hudson Spring, the next stop on the railroad that then went through Highlands and over to Sea Bright and points south.
While the borough administrator wrote a “Dear Debbie” e-mail to one resident setting a September 1 date to talk more about it, he is out of the office this week so unavailable for any comment or explanation.
Mayor Lori Hohenleitner notified the resident the meeting is definitely set, and will be by zoom, as she requested.
All of this is enough to upset Debbie Kirsh to the point of her losing sleep, having headaches, wondering if her love for the borough, its beauty and its people have been violated, and absorbing most of her thinking time.
But Debbie has to wait until September 1 when Administrator Stratton is back at his desk and available for the meeting.
Debbie, who hails from Brooklyn, and Chris bought the house 14 years ago, in love with everything about the town and the view from high on the hill, knowing the house was in need of many repairs and renovations. But it was worth it, they decided, and since then, they have poured time, talent and money intro restoring the house to its original beauty, albeit with modern and up-to-date touches. They also traced the history of the house and its former owners, invested heavily in the house to maintain the Victorian history and charm and make it a showplace.
“It wasn’t just to make it homey,” Debbie said this week, frustrated by her “Dear Debbie” letter followed by a formal letter from the borough attorney. “The history of the house is extremely important and we are staying true to that. There’s a lot of maintenance and constant upkeep which we do “
But, she adds, “I have advocated for the repair and maintenance of the public stairs for the same reason. With the town allowing more horrible new builds it is very critical to keep the history alive.”
“Apparently, our town government has forgotten what makes Atlantic Highlands special, and I am very upset about that as are a lot of people who live here. It seems we are helpless to stop the money grab.”
The only thing the couple hasn’t done on their property is install staircases for access to either the street in front of them or the one behind. There have never been any steps for access, she explains, and installing any now would mar the appearance of the property on both sides of the house and upset the appearance of all the landscaping, and upset the historical ambiance of the property.
Knowing there were public steps, steps owned by the borough, immediately adjacent to the property, and knowing they have always been used as access to the home by previous owners, the couple took advantage of those public steps about 20 feet from their back door and adjacent to their property line as they would of any public sidewalk in front of their house; it would enable them to maintain the neighborhood history and beauty.
So, they walk up the steps to get their daily mail on Prospect Circle, the rear of their house; packages, guests, and emergency personnel, including police, fire and first aid, access the steps in times of need via the public steps; should anyone need to be taken out of their home by ambulance, it’s the public steps for easy access.
But sometime last year, Debbie fell on the public steps, was severely injured, and notified the borough they needed repairs. The former administrator investigated, agreed they needed repairs, and authorized work, work which Stratton also authorized as needed for safety. Since then, there have been e-mails between Debbie and the administrator with her saying the wrong solutions were used for power washing and the work was not done correctly.
The last week, Debbie received the following e-mail from the borough administrator
Hi Debbie,
Can you put a hold on your calendar for 11:00am 9/1 to discuss two items:
One is related to a report from our loss control officer which recommends closing the stairs in the winter to remove the hazardous condition. The second is related to recommendations from counsel; either follow the risk assessment or deed the staircase to the property owner (you).
The e-mil went on to let her know the loss control officer, who was not named, and legal counsel could both can be present for the meeting if she wanted, but his recommendation was it would be helpful “to start with a high-level conversation well in advance of winter operations. The borough is trying to work through an alternative that maintains access to your home via the public staircase, while complying with the risk assessment report.” Caleb
There was no “risk assessment report attached, nor was the loss control officer identified.
This week, Mayor Hohenleitner confirmed in a message to Debbie that the meeting is set for the time and date the administrator had asked Debbie to “ put a hold on her calendar” for.
Next Story in this Series: The letter from the borough attorney, local laws about shoveling snow, and the history of the Steps
happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happytent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.
he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.
A note for everyone: If you take the effort and about five minutes of time to simply sit back and think of three things that made you happy one day, you’ll be amazed at how many things you realize that happened and how happy they made you feel … maybe for an instant, but still fun to remember.
For me, I can never narrow it down to three things that made me happy; but going to Highlands the other day to pick up some of that fantastic strawberry cream cheese at Gem’s should have been enough. That staff certainly takes the lead from their owner, helps customers above and beyond and are downright happy and pleasant all the time; besides, it’s always fun just to stop in there.
Also had to stop at the mayor’s pet store at Miller and Bay Avenue and learned not only does she sell terrific toys and foods for all kinds of animals, but she was quite creative in designing a tee shirt specifically for Highlands!. She has a few there for sale, so it’s worth a stop just to see them and perhaps make a purchase. Look at the design closely and see how clever she was in including a fact in the design.
Then seeing the bulletin board in front of OLPH Church on Navesink Avenue made me realize once again how cleverly posted are those messages. Right now there are congratulations for a couple who just got married there and it’s nice to let the world know of their happiness.
And seeing and hearing all the folks dining at and talking about how terrific the Inlet Café is now that it’s open again and back to its old form of terrific lunches and dinners. Highlands has always been known for great restaurants, for good reason, and whether it’s standbys and quality settings like Bahrs, the inlet or the Proving Ground, as new as Sea and Sand , the Indian fusion restaurant on Bay or more, Highlands’ restaurants have always been standouts.
Some more stops that one day also meant Guaranteed Plants in Locust to thank them for the magnificent floral display in front of the altar at OLPH. The very generous lady who ordered and purchased the floral display had taken a photo of the altar to show the florist, and the florist took great time and effort to make a very special bouquet that fit perfectly.
And any stop at Trivett’s Auto Repair on Memorial Parkway has you leaving happily. Even though the boss of the place…Anne….and she really is boss…is out this week recuperating from some surgery, Bill takes the time to help everyone who comes in, whether it be for a change of oil or a major repair. Can’t help but be happy leaving there, but it will be even better soon when Ann is back at the front desk..
Just like at Jaspan’s Hardware on First Avenue in Atlantic Highlands; you don’t even have to know exactly what you need when you go in there; simply explain your problem, they’ll understand, and of course have the right parts or equipment you need to get the job done.
How can anyone not be happy living in the Bayshore?
happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happytent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.
Right Even 90 years ago in Atlantic Highlands, there were Strykers reaching out to help people and doing the right thing. Even if it meant having a special council meeting to avoid the mayor’s signing a complaint against him for misconduct as a councilman.
It was 1936 and Councilman George Stryker and Mayor Chancy C. Phillips were in office,
John Denizen appeared at a council meeting asking for the water main to extended so he could get water to the house he had just built on Garfield Avenue. The mayor referred the plea to Stryker as chairman of the water committee, telling him to find out the cost of the extension.
Stryker, recognizing the resident needed water, approved the project before he filed the paperwork or any report. He had found 175 feet of pipe around the water plant not being used. So he hired some laborers to lay it for the extension and get the job done.
When Mayor Phillips saw it was being done by outside workers, he ordered it to stop and told Stryker if it did not stop, he was filing a charge against him for opening a street without proper authority. The work could be done by borough employees at a cheaper rate, he told the councilman.
Chief Sweeney was called into the situation by the Mayor and pretty soon the work was stopped, at least until council called a special meeting to discuss it.
The borough argued the work could be done at a cheaper rate by borough employees. But that wouldn’t happen until after some road repairs were finished and that wouldn’t happen for another week or so.
But the majority of council decided since the work for the water line was already started, why not just get it finished and over. So they did.
right right right right right right right right right thanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanks Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry he tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.
Atlantic Highlands Fire Chief Chris Vasto expressed thanks to neighboring volunteer fire departments for their mutual aid and assistance during the July 3 fireworks at the Municipal Yacht Harbor.
Atlantic Highlands Fire Chief Chris Vasto on the Job
In his monthly report at this week’s meeting of the Mayor and Council, Councilman Jose Pujols reported Vasto expressed thanks to Middletown, Highlands, Holmdel, Matawan and Hazlet for their support in ensuring adequate emergency coverage for both the fireworks event and the borough while the municipal resources were committed.
Councilman Jose Pujols
Vasto and Pujols also reiterated the need for new members of the volunteer department, inviting adults to seek further information on benefits of joining the volunteer department. No prior firefighting experience is necessary since training is provided and members are offered the opportunity to receive the training to become part of a strong team and take advantage of benefits available under the program. The borough has also invited membership in its Junior Firefighter Program, Pujols said, which begins at age 14. Interested persons should call 732-291-1444, ext. 3609 for farther information.
The department responded to 30 calls for service during July.
Vasto also reiterated his tips for residents during summer heat, including ensuring they stay hydrated, limit strenuous activity during extreme heat, never leave pets or children unattended in a vehicle and use caution around all waterways, including pools , along with strict supervision of children. Residents should also ensure their smoke alarms and carbon monoxide alarms are working property.
thanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanksthanks Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry he tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.
