Due to my father’s ongoing cancer battle, I came to Jersey for a week to meet with doctors and deal with some additional affairs. While at my dad’s home, I got the chance to walk around my hometown with my new camera. Having fun with my camera, I decided to do a photo essay of my beautiful hometown:
A town since 1830, but a part of a plantation long before that, Keyport has a long history dating back before the Revolutionary War. One of its biggest and earliest industry was the oyster industry due to its location right on the Raritan Bay. The industry has since dried up due to overfishing, but the waterfront is still an important part of the town. Filled with a beautiful walkway along the water, park, and loads of history, people continue to walk, ride, and crab along its beautiful shores
So many of the houses in Keyport are historic, built in the 1800s with unique and interesting architectural features. Many are protected and gems of the town. Even the house I grew up in, was built in 1892 and considered the youngest on the block. Looking at these houses is one of my favorite things to do in Keyport
Art and Gardening
Keyport has a thriving art and gardening culture. The gardens club is a popular organization that maintains the beautiful grounds of the town.
But one of the most awesome parts of the town is the mosaic art. The Keyport Art Society commissioned Isaiah Zagar to design amazing murals on recycling bins and on benches by the waterfront as a way to beautify the town. Some of the murals were destroyed after Hurricane Sandy, but the group raised funds to rebuild the destroyed pieces.
One of the most amazing parts of this 1 square mile town is its downtown. A few blocks of cute antique shops, bakeries and restaurants, hair salons, and kitschy boutiques. Besides the shops, during the summer there are always events from dogs night out to Thursday concerts and movies on the water. The town always rallies and comes together, and it’s a beautiful place to be.
As I’ve been walking around my hometown, so many people have come up to me, recognizing me from my childhood or from my resemblance to my father, a popular figure in town. They tell me they are praying for him and his health. They offer support in different ways. It’s times like this I love and appreciate the small town feel, the closeness of the people, and the beauty of the community. This truly is the “Pearl of the Bayshore”