Canal in Yardley, PA |
Neil Plakcy is the author of more than two dozen
novels and short story collections. He’s here today to tell us about his home
county of Bucks County, PA where his Golden Retriever Mysteries are set. Learn
more about Neil and his books at his website.
The River Towns of Bucks County, PA
When I first began thinking about the book that would become In Dog We Trust, the first of my Golden
Retriever Mysteries, I wanted to set it in a small town where my hero could run
into people he had known growing up. So I turned to my own hometown of Yardley,
Pennsylvania as a model. However, my canvas has since spread to encompass a large
part of Bucks County.
When I was growing up, Yardley was a small town surrounded by farmlands.
Nestled along the banks of the Delaware River, its commercial days were long
past. When I-95 came through, it became more easily commutable to Philadelphia
and New York, and the area boomed.
Bristol is today a town of mansard roofs and gingerbread Victorians.
Lions’ Park, at the foot of Mill Street, is a good place to consider the area’s
commercial past. Sit on a bench at the water’s edge behind the stone riprap,
and watch the tugboats, barges and container ships as well as powerboats and
sailboats. Listen to The Bristol Stomp
by the Dovells on your iPod, and practice your moves underneath the imitation
covered bridge.
Yardley Friends' Meeting House |
In Whom Dog Hath Joined, the
most recent in the series, I send my human hero Steve Levitan and his cop pal
Rick Stemper to Bristol to interview an elderly Quaker who was active in the
anti-war protests of the 1960s. The area’s Quaker heritage is visible in the
many Friends’ Meeting Houses.
From Bristol, follow the navy and orange signs, the color of
Pennsylvania license plates, along Radcliffe Street to Pennsbury Manor, William
Penn’s home. The Manor offers guided tours and special events. My personal
favorite is Sheepshearing Day in May.
Stroll through the house and the thirty acres of landscaped grounds, and
travel back in time to the 17th century when most commercial traffic
in this area was focused on the Delaware. The three-story brick manor house was
rebuilt in 1939 to Penn’s specifications, and represents his lifestyle, which
was more elaborate than the traditional unornamented style of Quakers of his
time.
From Pennsbury Manor continue north, following signs to Route 13, and
then Route 1 north. Veer off to the left to Route 32 north to Morrisville,
which was almost the capital of the United States, due to the influence of
financier Robert Morris.
If you look behind the 7-11 at the Mill Pond Shopping Center, you’ll
find the old Delaware Canal, which once transported coal from the state’s mines
by mule-drawn barge. Park there and walk down the towpath for awhile. Despite
the highway nearby, the area is wild and quiet.
Continue north on Route 32, turning left and following River Road
through Morrisville. Here the canal begins to run alongside the river, and
across the Delaware you can see the gold-domed capitol and the skyline of Trenton,
New Jersey.
The land is so low here and the river is so close you can almost reach
out and touch it. Steve lives within walking distance of the Delaware, and
often takes his golden retriever Rochester out there for walks. The narrow road
and non-existent sidewalks inspired a couple of motor vehicle accidents in the
books.
Main Street, Yardley, PA |
Up ahead is Yardley, a small town of Victorian gingerbread and native
brownstone, where I use many of the town’s landmarks in my fictional town of
Stewart’s Crossing. There is only one traffic light in town, at the corner of
Main and Afton. Stop for a beer at the Continental Tavern, which has been
serving thirsty travellers at this intersection since 1863. I’ve recreated this
bar as The Drunken Hessian in my books.
Lake Afton |
The quaint Victorian library on Lake Afton, a mill pond just behind the
pharmacy, was built by local residents in 1878; now children and adults use the
library steps to change into their skates for a quick turn on the ice in the
winter.
Old Yardley Library |
Continue north on Route 32, River Road, which is overhung with oaks,
maples and elms and is lined with purple and white phlox on long stems and the
tiny pansies called Johnny jump-ups. My town of Stewart’s Crossing, like
Brigadoon, hides there, just on the far side of the Scudder Falls Bridge.
At Washington’s Crossing, George’s hazardous trip is reenacted every
year on Christmas Day, in similar flat Durham boats. Washington Crossing State
Park contains a number of Revolutionary War era buildings, including restored
homes, an inn, and a blacksmith’s shop.
Bowman’s Hill Tower, just inland from the river, was built of local
stone in 1930 and now stands over a nice park with barbecues and picnic
pavilions named for Revolutionary War heroes. The picnic grounds are green and
rolling, and the slope is just right for little kids to roll down. Steve and
Rick like to take their dogs to the park to run around and have fun.
The tower is open from April to November, and is the centerpiece of a
100-acre wildflower preserve. Drive up a curving road, or hike the trail up to
the tower through woods that seem untouched since Washington’s day. Once you’ve
reached the summit, take the elevator up inside the tower and climb the last 21
steps, through a narrow, curving passageway more reminiscent of medieval Europe
than depression-era Pennsylvania, to the observation platform, 110 feet up.
On a clear day, you can see 60 miles in any direction, and you’ll
understand why Washington sent his scouts to the top of this hill to watch for
redcoats. The vista is of farms and fields, but increasingly you’ll see
renovated half-million-dollar farmhouses and fake-colonial suburbs.
A few miles farther north, the canal passes over Jericho Creek in an
aqueduct, one of nine along the 60 miles of canal. The canal is on your right
now, and it’ll be there until you get into New Hope, where the only toll
station regulated the flow of anthracite coal from northern mines to southern
ports. Check into the Logan, a colonial inn on Main Street, established in 1727,
and one of the five oldest continuously run inns in the US.
A restored grist mill in New Hope is the site of the Bucks County Playhouse.
Composer Moss Hart was one of a group of investors who renovated the old mill
and began putting on shows there. Actors such as Paul Newman, Larry Hagman,
Grace Kelly, and Walter Matthau have appeared there.
The area around New Hope is honeycombed with country roads and antique
shops. Spend a few hours exploring back roads from Lahaska to Lambertville, NJ,
or just browse through New Hope’s peculiar blend of the touristy, the off-beat
and the historic.
Afterwards, walk halfway across the bridge to Lambertville, and stop and
look below at the eddies and swirls of the river current, which is fast and
deep here. A powerboat towing a water skier is sure to pass, leaving a v-shaped
wake, while you stand on the wooden walkway and feel the metal bridge
reverberate with passing cars and trucks. You can see Bowman’s Hill Tower
downriver—wave to the people standing on top. Maybe they’ll see you and wave
back.
Whom Dog
Hath Joined
Reformed
computer hacker Steve Levitan still gets a thrill from snooping into places
online where he shouldn’t be. When his golden retriever Rochester discovers a
human bone at the Friends Meeting during the Harvest Days festival, these two
unlikely sleuths are plunged into another investigation.
They
will uncover uncomfortable secrets about their small town’s past as they dig
deep into the Vietnam War era, when local Quakers helped draft resisters move
through Stewart’s Crossing on their way to Canada. Does that bone Rochester
found belong to one of those young men fleeing conscription? Or to someone who
knew the secrets that lurked behind those whitewashed walls?
Whether the death was
due to natural causes, or murder, someone in the present wants to keep those
secrets hidden. And Steve and Rochester may end up in the crosshairs of a very
antique rifle if they can’t dig up the clues quickly enough.
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6 comments:
What a trip down memory lane! I can remember "rafting" on the canal with my friends through New Hope and beyond. They say I wouldn't recognize much of it anymore.
I've never been rafting, but I'll bet that a lot of the riverbank looks the same through a screen of trees -- though there's probably a great deal of development just beyond.
Neil, I've been to Bucks County and through those little towns. I loved it and would like to go back someday. I take it that you have a golden retriever. They're lovely dogs.
Bucks County is in my neck of the woods...it's a beautiful area, especially in the Fall.
Great post, Neil. Bucks Co. is beautiful. I look forward to reading the new book!
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