It’s no surprise that many shoppers in the market for antiques gravitate to Cape May, a city which is itself a Victorian masterpiece. A walk through some of the city’s antiques shops brings shoppers in close touch with the spirits of other ages, including but by no means limited to Victorian times.
A step through the doors of Hangar #1 is a step back in time. Music from the 1940s drifts in the background, and the smell of engine grease fills the air.
If Senator John McCreary were somehow to return to Cape May today, he wouldn’t have much trouble recognizing his summer residence. Standing proudly at the corner of Gurney Street and Columbia Avenue, his home, in its most recent incarnation as renowned bed and breakfast inn, The Abbey, appears very much as it did when McCreary and his family occupied it one hundred and thirty years ago during their summer holidays.
A collection of vintage holiday postcards from the early 1900s.
As Americans are pulling together, the idea of tradition is becoming important once again.
CapeMay.com readers share their favorite holiday memories.
Stick Stars This is a fun and easy project that can be enjoyed by the whole family. The first step is to go out and collect sticks. They are do not have to be from the same tree. The size will be up to you as to how large you want your stars. I chose… Read more »
PRIME RIB OF BEEF Perhaps the most impressive and traditional of all Christmas meals is the Prime Rib of Beef. It may also be the most difficult to get just right — beautifully dark and crusty on the outside, pink and juicy on the in. Letting the meat rest inside the oven after roasting is… Read more »
CapeMay.com’s first in a series of “Postcards from Cape May” is from the classic collection of Don and Pat Pocher, to whom we are indeed grateful. A wider selection has been published in their book, Cape May in Vintage Postcards, one of Arcadia Publishing’s “Images of America” series. The accompanying descriptive text is mostly from that book.
Thurm Corson had to hold back tears when he met Cheyenne. It had been a while since he’d seen any dog, let alone his own at home in Maine and the simple wag of the Labrador’s tail and the slurp of her tongue on his smoothly-shaven face brought forth all the bittersweet emotions of the… Read more »