Numbered pages 87-92.


Manchester Fire Assurance, etc.                    Belvidere N.J.                  Aug 21st  1897

Henry J. Aten, Esq.

My Dear Cousin:--

Your kind letter of July 22d was duly rec’d , as well as the subsequent letter telling us out here that you would be unable to come east and be with us at the family reunion on the 18th inst., which, while we were glad to hear from you, we were not so pleased to hear that you could not be with us.  But we forgive you, as we know there are many long miles between you in your western home and your distant kinsfolk in the east.  We all feel that had it been possible you would have been greatly pleased to have seen our mountains and hills, the noble old Delaware and those in whose veins course some of the same blood as in yours.  Well the reunion [went?]

off, and as we had a beautiful day we also had a very pleasant time. About three hundred of the relatives and descendants of the two old families were present.  Good feeling, handshaking and talking, and joking and telling old family anecdotes, and legends, was the order of the day.  The old historic premises where the ancestors—Nicholas and Japie—(Jane) (Aten) Albertson lived, raised their family and died, never seemed to us in that line, so dear to us, as on that day—We, that is many, went and stood on the site of the old log Block house (still plainly visible) where tradition says the ancestors first lived—then looked at and went into the present old house where they lived later—and went down by the old Indian burying ground—then looked at the old family souvenirs and relics, and then a pleasant picnic dinner in the orchard and on the lawn about

the house, and then in the afternoon the Exercises—were had and greatly enjoyed. I never spent a day more pleasantly anywhere—and it is the general saying now by all—“What a Grand reunion we did have!”

I sent you a paper containing a short report of the picnic. I wrote about a column, but the Editor had me cut it down for want of space.  It was decided by a unanimous vote to hold another next year.  Mrs. Prentiss and her sister were there, Mr. and Mrs. Alfred McMurtie, parents of Miss Mary A. McMurtrie, of Conyngham Pa. were there; many of the descendants of Derick Aten were there. Many of the descendants of Hendrick were there. Mrs. Hay and her son and his wife were there and a lot of the descendants of Nicholas and Japie (Aten) Albertson were there; and many others—descendants of John & Cornelius and Garrett Albertson were there, and of some of the other Aten families were also there, and a host of friends not in the bonds of kinship.

James R. Aten, over the river from Belvidere died that same morning. He was a descendant of Hendrick Aten—I sent you a slip of the death of his father, John.—The paper sent to you on Saturday also contains a notice of his death.  I was over on Friday to his funeral.  The G.A.R. of Belvidere attended the funeral. He was buried up in the old Aten Grave Yard along the Delaware where Derick and Hendrick and others, and many descendants lie buried. I saw the grave of Derick—and of many

others of the kinship.

I saw the Committee of the Warren County Soldiers and Sailors Picnic Association early in the summer and got them to fix their day for the 19th inst, the day following our reunion—feeling, that if you could come out here—you could attend that also. (see 6th column of 1st page of paper sent you)-----

In the article on first page of paper the words “old by house” should read “old log house” the compositor made an error in setting up the type.

Mrs. Hay has got quite well again.  I found out from a person who understands the Hollandish

language that the name of wife of Adrian “Jacobtie” as named in will should be properly spelled Jacoby—which in English is Jemima; also that Japie—is dutch for Jane.  Our County Odd Fellows annual picnic takes place on Thursday of this week, the 26th.  I am on the bills for a short speech.  If you was out here you could take my place.

We are all well at my home at this time, and I hope you are all well at your home. I hope you will excuse this hastily written letter. It is Saturday night and the Town clock has already struck 12—(midnight). I will be pleased to hear from you at any time. We all send love and kind regards to you all—Fraternally your cousin         Nicholas Harris