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to New Orleans, steaming north on the Mississippi to Keokuk, changing to a smaller boat to scale the Des<br />

Moines River, before walking the final miles to place called Pella. The first of the Ouddorp exiles lacked the<br />

means to travel beyond New York. Their voyage to America ended on the banks of the Passaic River, or just<br />

over the First Watchung Mountain in Wayne Township. They settled among the descendants of Dutch colonists<br />

who had arrived before the American Revolution. So isolated were they, that a century and half later<br />

many of them still spoke an old form of the Dutch language, both at home and in church. For the Ouddorp<br />

immigrants, that was good enough. Numbered among them: Aart Breen’s sister, Krientje (Catherine), and<br />

her husband, Jacob Tanis. Then Aart arrived, followed by two of his brothers. By 1860 there were a dozen<br />

Breen households in the Paterson area.<br />

Aart and Cornelia had never before seen anything like Paterson. The seventy foot high falls that powered<br />

the cotton looms and locomotive shop lathes were unlike any natural feature in the Netherlands. And the<br />

rocky hills towering to the West of the city were a stark change from the shifting sand dunes by Ouddorp.<br />

In 1851, only one road climbed over that first ridge of the Appalachians. Hamburgh Turnpike had been<br />

chartered and built soon after the first mills appeared by the Falls in 1793. It was the only way that Aart<br />

and Cornelia could reach their daughter’s home in Wayne. Whenever they made that trip, they passed the<br />

place where one day a sign with their Americanized surname would stand, near the crest of the hill.<br />

Aart’s relatives and neighbors from Ouddorp had no problem understanding him when he spoke. They<br />

knew that a Dutch double ‘e’ made a long ‘a’ sound. To Aart’s English speaking acquaintances that remained<br />

a problem. And so, when he pronounced his name the correct (Dutch) way, they wrote it in English<br />

ways: Brain, or Brane, or Braine, or Braen (phonetically the least ‘correct’ English spelling!). They also had<br />

trouble with his first name. He would be called Abraham, or Abram, or Aron, but, until the 1870s, almost<br />

never Aart. He lived his life among those who did understand him, in an enclave near the place where the<br />

Hamburgh Turnpike crossed the Passaic River and intersected with the Goffle Road, within eyesight of a<br />

steep, rocky patch the locals called the Valley of the Rocks.<br />

Paterson’s First Ward housed the city’s largest Dutch immigrant neighborhood. In it Aart lived and worked<br />

at his trade. For several years he worshipped at the Second Reformed Church, with its services in English,<br />

until the immigrants organized their own congregation, First Holland Reformed Church two blocks away on<br />

North First St. He did well enough, soon enough, to convince his brothers, Paul and Martin, to bring their<br />

families to Paterson in 1853. As for his four sons, they all became independent people, as either artisans<br />

or farmers. Two of them joined their sister in Iowa, while two remained in New Jersey. John, the oldest, put<br />

his hand to the plow on a farmstead he bought a few miles up Goffle Road, on the border between Passaic<br />

and Bergen counties.<br />

The 1860s were a time of great upheaval and great growth for the Paterson area. The Civil War sent thousands<br />

into Union army regiments. The city’s textile industry, gun factories, and locomotive shops produced<br />

the uniforms, weapons, and transportation that led to victory in 1865. For people like Aart Breen, the war<br />

meant work producing shoes for both soldiers and factory workers. For farmers, like John Breen (who was<br />

too old to be drafted), it meant high prices for all the products that fed those soldiers and factory workers.<br />

One enterprising Dutch immigrant from Aart’s neighborhood, Abraham Vermeulen, a tailor turned undertaker<br />

and realtor, invested in a stone quarry along Goffle Road, presumably to produce railroad ballast,<br />

curbstones, and materials for macadamized roads. In any event, money poured into Paterson, encouraging<br />

investment in more mills, swelling the population, and stimulating both agriculture and the construction<br />

trades in the area.<br />

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