Looking Back: My Grandmother Agnes Bertram Moeller: 1860-1924

Written by Agnes G. Blades 1983

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Not far from her apartment lived some of her long time good friends. This part of Newark was very German at the time and consisted of Clinton Hill, South Broad Street, and Forest Hill Sections.

To consider Grandma and Grandpa [William H.] Moeller's friend up to this period is to consider to a very great extent the history and prosperity of the history and social and economic climate of Newark at the time. So many of their friends were first and second generation Germans whose industry and culture had resulted in in many of Newark's factories, businesses and cultural societies.

The closest in the neighborhood of her or their friends were the Wiss family, the Fiedlers, Stevens, Lashers ----.

The Wiss family lived a few blocks down the hill from Littleton Avenue on a SW corner of 13th Avenue and Fairmount.

Mr. Fred Wiss operated and owned a large and very successful manufacturing business. I believe my memory is correct when I say that it was located at the corner of the end of Littleton Avenue and Central Avenue. Their products were some of the finest tools and scissors made in the U.S. and are still in great demand.

The company was known as John [sic] Wiss and Sons and had been established by his father. Mr. Wiss was a good friend of my grandfather August Goertz whose factory on Morris Avenue also made fine metal products of another type, such as bag frames, locks, compacts for perfumes, and countless other novelties and useful items.

Grandma Moeller and Mrs. Frederick Wiss were very good friends. After Grandpa Moeller's death [1907] Mrs. Wiss invited grandma to stay with her for several weeks to try to cheer her up.

About that time, Mr. and Mrs. Wiss were the proud owners of one of the first cars used at that time replacing gradually the horses and carriages that most affluent families had in those days.

Mrs. Wiss was very generous with her new car, inviting many of her friends to go for pleasant drives in her chauffeur driven car with its rubber bulb horn. My mother and grandma were often invited.

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