Such a lovely looking book- I enjoyed holding it, examining it, but I frankly didn't expect to do more than skim its pages. I found myself reading it, chapter by chapter, for the charm of its recapturing of days long past. The book was originally published in 1889- written by a man whose forebears stretched back to before the Revolution, and whose home was built in the early days of New Jersey and still stood. He has access to family records, legal documents, historical data, and- during years of invalidism- he dictated the story of his family and his home, intending it for the members of that family. But today, once again, it emerges as a precious bit of historical and regional recreation, a book that has caught the very sound and look and feel of the days of which he writes,- the coming of his first German immigrant great-great grandfather to Philadelphia, the early days there, and in neighboring Germantown, the adventurous move to New Jersey, out Peapack way, the life of the 18th century, the stormy disturbed years of Revolution. The focus is on those years rather than his own. But it is written with a sense of contemporary records. Even the bypaths are those of a good story teller. I liked it.