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            Web Exclusives: 
              Under the Ivy 
              a column by Jane Martin paw@princeton.edu 
             
            Nov. 2, 2005: 
             Out 
              in the country   
               A New Jersey farm has raised generations of Princetonians
             Drive south on New Jersey’s Route 525 through Bernards Township 
              toward Route 78 – which will start you on the way to Princeton 
              if you make the right turns – and if you pay attention, just 
              before you get to the 10 stoplights and the Starbucks and Gymboree 
              and the Marriott, you might catch a glimpse of a handful of cows, 
              grazing peacefully behind their evergreen shrubbery barrier. 
              You could easily make the trip daily for years before you noticed 
              the cows. But once you did, you’d be hard-pressed not to wonder: 
              What are they doing here, isolated among the encroaching 
              suburban sprawl? 
              The answer leads to English Farm – and to Princeton.
              “The University has been a big part of my life for 
              as long as I can remember,” says Abby English ’04. 
              In fact, the University has been a part of her family’s 
              life for much longer than anyone can remember. In 1837, James English, 
              known as “Dominie,” a recent graduate of Princeton Seminary, 
              was sent to lead a new Presbyterian congregation in the small village 
              of Liberty Corner, New Jersey, about 20 miles north of Princeton. 
              He oversaw the building of a beautiful new white clapboard church, 
              married one of his parishioners, and settled into a house on his 
              wife’s family’s farm, not far from the church. 
              The family never left.
              Dominie and his wife, Mary Elizabeth Jobs, had four sons. Two 
              went to Princeton, then known as the College of New Jersey: James 
              R. English 1861, whose grave marker reads proudly, “Lawyer,” 
              and his brother Nicholas Conover Jobs English 1865. While Nicholas’ 
              tombstone does not mention his occupation, he too was a lawyer, 
              practicing in Elizabethtown for many years.
              In 1890, Nicholas’ son, William Hall English, a freshman 
              in the Class of 1894, died of appendicitis. Nine years later, William’s 
              brother, Conover, graduated as part of the second class of the officially 
              named Princeton University. Conover gave the first gift to Annual 
              Giving in honor of his father, whose name sits atop that historic 
              roll.
              In 1908, Conover married Sara Elizabeth Jones, whose grandfather, 
              Elias Decou Woodruff, was in the Class of 1804, and great-grandfather, 
              Aaron Dickinson Woodruff, was in the Class of 1779, extending the 
              Princeton connection back almost 100 years. Conover and Sara then 
              sent two more sons to Princeton, Woodruff ’31 and Nicholas 
              ’36.
              Woodruff and his wife, Carolyn Barton English – still farming 
              the land in Liberty Corner – had five children, four of them 
              Princeton alums: Woodruff II ’69, Barton ’72, Elizabeth 
              ’75, and Carolyn ’77. The fifth, Virginia, might have 
              gone as well, had the University accepted women for the Class of 
              1970.
              That’s four successive generations of English brothers to 
              attend the University, and, so far, one generation of sisters. Bart’s 
              daughter Tess is awaiting word as to whether she will be a part 
              of the Class of 2010, continuing, with her sister Abby, that new 
              English family tradition. 
              While Abby has lifelong memories of attending Reunions – 
              running back and forth between her grandfather’s and father’s 
              classes – she says it wasn’t until her sophomore year 
              that she really grasped the significance of her heritage. “When I 
              moved into my sophomore room in Holder Hall, I learned that 
              not only my father, but my grandfather, lived in the exact same 
              entryway,” she says. “I actually remember looking through 
              old books at my father’s house over Christmas break, 
              and finding a letter dated April of 1929 and addressed to Woodruff 
              English, 8 Holder Hall, Princeton, New Jersey.” There were 
              smaller Princeton connections, too, such as the Elizabeth English 
              ’75 Trophy that goes to the most valuable female hockey player 
              each year. Named after Abby’s aunt in recognition of her role 
              in establishing women’s hockey at Princeton, the award reminds 
              Abby of how far women at Princeton have come.
              Throughout the years, while generations of Englishes were attending 
              Princeton, they were also maintaining two other family traditions: 
              the practice of law, and the tending of the family farm. Like his 
              father and uncle, Conover English became a lawyer, and at the turn 
              of the 20th century joined an established Newark law firm, McCarter 
              and McCarter, as a junior partner. Today, McCarter and English is 
              one of New Jersey’s best-known and most influential firms; 
              both Woodruff and Nicholas English practiced law there throughout 
              their careers. Abby is working at a law firm in Washington, D.C., 
              and hopes to start law school next fall.
              But it’s the Liberty Corner farm, the Englishes agree, that 
              has kept them together all these years. Woodruff’s children 
              spent their summers there while growing up in nearby Summit, and 
              it’s still the place where the family gathers for reunions 
              and holidays. Carolyn English, who lives there and has been running 
              things for 15 years or so, explains that after 250 years as a large 
              crop producer, the farm has shifted its focus to become a more community-based 
              enterprise. The English Farm opened a produce stand about five years 
              ago, has animals on display, offers hayrides and pumpkin picking, 
              hosts field trips, and holds a “History Day” once a 
              year. The family is dedicated to maintaining the farm as a viable 
              business, and one way of doing that is to educate the public about 
              the history of farming in the area.
              So if you follow those cows across the pasture – or, more 
              practically, drive around the pasture to Lyons Road – you’ll 
              discover a bright yellow-and-red sign marking the English Farm. 
              The sign points to a winding gravel driveway, between a house and 
              barn that stand in exactly the same spots they did more than 100 
              years ago. Park behind the house, and take a peek at the bunnies 
              and the pot-bellied goats gamboling in their cages by the old ice 
              house. There are pigs to gawk at, fresh corn and tomatoes for sale 
              in the summer, and in the fall a hayride will take you not only 
              to pick a pumpkin, but to survey the land that has held the English 
              family for so long.   
              For more information, visit www.englishfarm.org.
             Jane Martin 89 is PAW's former editor-in-chief. 
              You can reach her at paw@princeton.edu 
                
             
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