My favorite part of this mortgage is the legal description of the property. I've transcribed the beginning of it below:
All that certain farm and premises, situate lying and being in the township of West Windsor, in the County of Mercer and the State of New Jersey, consisting of one tract of land, bounded and described as follows, to wit: Beginning at a stone standing in the middle of the public road leading from Edinburgh to Trenton and running down the same North seventy seven and three quarters degrees East, twenty two chains and seven links to another stone in the middle of said road thence by land of Theodore Tindall and John Applegate South six degrees East, twenty one chains and forty three links to a stone thence still by the said Applegate South twelve and a half degrees West,...All those references to old-fashioned surveying, in a document less than 100 years old! Chains and links refer to a now-obsolete method surveyors used to measure distances. I can't imagine New Jersey still relies on stones in the middle of the street, but “monuments” demarcating surveying “sections” are still the norm, at least in the western U.S. Often these are concrete blocks, deeply sunk, with a round brass medallion sunk into the top. We have one of these on our property in Utah. The angles specified in quarters of a degree (1/1440th of a complete circle) are reflective of the limitations in precision of the surveyor's equipment of the day. More accurate equipment was available, but was so very expensive that it wasn't used for ordinary surveying.
I know this property, something I didn't expect when I picked up the mortgage. It was fairly close to the farm I grew up on, along what is today called Edinburg Road. I believe it was either on or close to the property that the present-day Mercer County Technical Schools are on. When I was a child, Edward's home was on it. I don't actually remember Edward – perhaps he had already died by then – but I do remember his wife and two of their daughters. I have a memory of being at their house with those daughters, playing with their kids, and especially enjoying their backyard pond (literally – this was dug out of the dirt). This would have been sometime around 1956 or 1957. I don't remember any of my siblings there, and a little oddly I remember my dad picking me up in our family's old '48 Dodge. Normally my mom would have been doing that.
Just wow.
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