David Wesley Storms was my great grandfather. He was my dad’s mom’s dad. He lived in the small town of Lincoln Park, New Jersey all of his life. The Storms homestead was, and still is, located along Route 202. The home sets on a hill along the foothills of the famous Hook Mountain.
According to my beloved grandmother, her father went by the name of Wesley. He followed in the footsteps of his father and worked as a blacksmith. There was a blacksmith shop located in the center of town, in Lincoln Park, which stood right behind the landmark Farmer’s Hotel. Every indication has shown that Wesley Storms worked there most of his life.
Wesley Storms never really knew his father, William Storms. For when Wesley was but a baby in the cradle, his father signed up for the Union Army in the start of the Civil War. Sadly, William Storms was killed in the Battle of the Wilderness.
Wesley married Catherine Cavanaugh. Catherine was a lot younger than Wesley, being 13 years younger than him. They had one child, my grandmother, Bertha (Storms) Mabey. Wesley went Home to be with the Lord in 1931.
It was then that Catherine moved in with her daughter, my grandmother, in Grandma and Grandpa’s home at the end of Mabey Lane in Lincoln Park. Catherine passed away in 1937. My father was 10 years old at the time, so he was blessed to have known his maternal grandmother.
It was sometime between 1931 and 1937 that the old Storms homestead was sold to someone outside of the Storms family. The house still stands strong today, proud in all its glory atop the hill along the foothills of Hook Mountain.
I often think of David Wesley Storms. He was a good Christian man. He and my great grandmother did a wonderful job in raising my dear grandmother. My grandmother had such a wonderfully deep faith in the Lord. I loved her dearly. Somehow and someway, I know that a part of Wesley Storms abided her heart.
May your day be blessed, Richard