I had to chuckle at your OLD-FASHIONED WATER FOUNTAIN remark, as that is all I can remember of the outdoor Doylestown area, which I left in 2002 for the Maine/Canadian border. Me and a friend who had the first ten speed bicycles on our block in 1966, used to ride to the Mercer Museum, which was free at the time for adolescents like us. I think it was 50 cents for adults. At that time, all male adults had shaved faces, and we saw a visitor to the almost empty museum with a goatee and a mustache, which reminded us of the television musician, Mitch Miller, who played music so the people at home could sing along. We retreated from the viewing room and collapsed into peals of quiet laughter, as it was so, so unusual. My childhood friend is now deceased, so it was quite a long time ago. I think I must have visited the museum, which was filled with many thousands of old tools, and it was interesting. I even remember footsteps in the cement, labelled Rollo's Stairs, as that was obviously Mercer's dog at time. Across the street was the Bucks County Jail, which was converted to an art museum, in later years, by James Mitchner, a well-known author. Mitchner had grown up in Doylestown, but his mother was so poor, she sent two of her sons to live at a local homeless shelter, as she couldn't afford to feed all of her kids. After James Mitchner got wealthy as a result of his writing skills, he bought the defunct jail and turned it into an art museum. In a tract in a local magazine, he remembers Henry Mercer, a truly wealthy individual in the town of Doylestown, riding his bicycle about town like he was a local hero, as he was not in the same poverty-stricken league as young James Mitchner, as only the well-off could afford bicycles. 100-mile
Back then, I took several dozen 100 miles bicycle rides up through Bucks County, and there were no coffee shops or high-end eateries, nor cell phones. Just a simple, small town, capital of Bucks County, which nobody would visit to make an internet recording of. LOL No internet or You Tube, either. LOL
Wow. That's a lot of information. Thanks for sharing. We're really grateful that we have TH-cam now so we can visit amazing places like this and share our adventures with the world. We wish you were still in the area, we'd have to invite you to join us as we explore some of the best of Bucks County next time we're there. It's still home for us, even though we're so far away right now.
I had to chuckle at your OLD-FASHIONED WATER FOUNTAIN remark, as that is all I can remember of the outdoor Doylestown area, which I left in 2002 for the Maine/Canadian border.
Me and a friend who had the first ten speed bicycles on our block in 1966, used to ride to the Mercer Museum, which was free at the time for adolescents like us. I think it was 50 cents for adults.
At that time, all male adults had shaved faces, and we saw a visitor to the almost empty museum with a goatee and a mustache, which reminded us of the television musician, Mitch Miller, who played music so the people at home could sing along. We retreated from the viewing room and collapsed into peals of quiet laughter, as it was so, so unusual. My childhood friend is now deceased, so it was quite a long time ago.
I think I must have visited the museum, which was filled with many thousands of old tools, and it was interesting. I even remember footsteps in the cement, labelled Rollo's Stairs, as that was obviously Mercer's dog at time. Across the street was the Bucks County Jail, which was converted to an art museum, in later years, by James Mitchner, a well-known author.
Mitchner had grown up in Doylestown, but his mother was so poor, she sent two of her sons to live at a local homeless shelter, as she couldn't afford to feed all of her kids. After James Mitchner got wealthy as a result of his writing skills, he bought the defunct jail and turned it into an art museum.
In a tract in a local magazine, he remembers Henry Mercer, a truly wealthy individual in the town of Doylestown, riding his bicycle about town like he was a local hero, as he was not in the same poverty-stricken league as young James Mitchner, as only the well-off could afford bicycles.
100-mile
Back then, I took several dozen 100 miles bicycle rides up through Bucks County, and there were no coffee shops or high-end eateries, nor cell phones. Just a simple, small town, capital of Bucks County, which nobody would visit to make an internet recording of. LOL No internet or You Tube, either. LOL
Wow. That's a lot of information. Thanks for sharing. We're really grateful that we have TH-cam now so we can visit amazing places like this and share our adventures with the world. We wish you were still in the area, we'd have to invite you to join us as we explore some of the best of Bucks County next time we're there. It's still home for us, even though we're so far away right now.
Beautiful town
It is. If you get a chance to visit, you'll love it.
Really?
High Taxes in that town.
It's a great place to visit.