After a fairly long ride from Southern New Jersey, my sister and I would run towards the building across from the waterwheel waiting to see whose gingerbread house, against our own choice prize winners, had claimed fame acknowledged by ribbons.
…What stands out most is the annual gathering at the Cock ‘n Bull Restaurant. We began to have planned November Thanksgiving dinners at Peddler’s Village. While we entered the restaurant doors, we always waited by the indoor fireplace for our same upstairs seating… prior to our meals, my Uncle was thrilled to use his Polaroid camera, pull out our soon-to-be-visualized pictures, and honor each with our very own take-home souvenir.
This and other memories were because Peddler’s Village was about families, friends, comfort and laughter leaving behind jobs, duties and to-do lists. Thank you Peddler’s Village owners and staff for the past 60 years!
– Amy M. Lipson, Peddler’s Class of the 60s and 70s to the present