Stern's Pickle Works

Stern's Pickle Works was at 111 Powell Place off Melville Road in Farmingdale, New York and was the last remaining pickle factory on Long Island from the 19th century.[1][2][3][4]

History

In 1888 Jarvis Andrew Lattin (1853–1941) started a pickle and sauerkraut factory in Farmingdale, New York. There were many pickling companies already established in the area. He had a house built on the land next to the factory.[5][6] The factory in 1894 was sold to Aaron Stern (1876-?) and it became the "Stern and Lattin Pickle Company" and later "Stern and Brauner". It was also listed as "Stern Pickle Products, Inc." and "Stern's Pickle Works". It was at 111 Powell Place off Melville Road and lasted until 1985.[7]

Aaron Stern (1876-?)

He went to the US in 1893 from Austria and was naturalized in 1898. He married Anna (1889-?) in 1910 and had the following children: Sidney Stern (1915–2008); Nathan Stern (1904-?); Joseph Stern (1909-); Hilda Stern (1914-?); and Edith Stern (1918-?). Aaron was living in Brooklyn.[7]

Names

References

  1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 Chovnick, Dena (June 29, 1997). "Fond Memories Of Pickle Factory.". New York Times. Retrieved 2007-11-27. My father, now retired in Florida, often sends me interesting news items, but none which brought back such sweet memories as your recent memoir on Stern's Pickle Factory. A Long Island neighbor sent the news clipping to my Dad, who sent it to my home in New Rochelle ...
  2. ↑ "Mildred and Joseph Stern Ballroom Dedication October 31, 2004". Farmingdale Jewish Center. Retrieved 2007-11-27. As you know, my great grandfather, Aaron Stern, was one of the first Jews to settle in Farmingdale. He started manufacturing pickles at the Sterns Pickle Products in 1899, perhaps even earlier, at a factory off Melville Avenue which went out of existence in 1982. Some of you undoubtedly remember that place. Actually, I have a letter that was written around 1932 by my Aunt Ethel, Aaron’s daughter and my dad’s half sister to my dad congratulating him on winning a scholarship from the NYU School of Law for the highest marks in his class. The letter was written on the stationery of A. Stern, Packer of Pickles and Sauerkraut, Farmingdale, New York.
  3. ↑ "A New Challenge.". Pittsburgh Tribune-Review. December 11, 2005. Retrieved 2007-11-27. And that's one of the reasons he decided to remain in Farmingdale, where he was the attorney for the village for nearly 40 years, and where he helped my grandfather, Aaron Stern, who had a pickle factory in Farmingdale. Stern Pickles were well known in the Northeast.
  4. ↑ "Stern's Pickle Works.". Associated Press in Lima News. March 25, 1977. Stern has an abiding dislike of machinery. The pickle works has been in Farmingdale, New York, since 1894. Pickling procedure tradition ...
  5. ↑ Harold McPheeters. "Jarvis Andrew Lattin".
  6. ↑ Julia Marion Poole (1910-2005) (April 15, 1977). "Jarvis Andrew Lattin". St. Petersburg Times. Retrieved 2010-09-22. Last Sunday’s story about Stern’s pickle works in Farmingdale, NY, is of particular interest to Mrs. Marion Dilthey of Pinellas Park. She was born in Farmingdale, and lived there many years, and her grandfather,Jarvis Lattin was a partner of Aaron Stern, who built the pickle works in the late 1800s. The plant, in fact, is on land which was owned by Jarvis Lattin.
  7. ↑ 7.0 7.1 Stern, Lois. "Grab a Pickle, Share a Memory.". Fox and Quill. Retrieved 2007-11-27. His grandfather, Aaron Stern, founded Stern’s Pickle Works in Farmingdale, New York in 1894. By the start of the 20th century, his was the only pickle factory remaining on Long Island.
  8. ↑ Thorn, Vera (July 13, 1997). "A Family Postscript To the Pickle Factory". New York Times. Retrieved 2007-11-27. Here is still another pickle story:I am the granddaughter of the pickle works founder (The Pickle Has a Place in My Heart, May 11) who, over the years, has been omitted. He was Aaron Brauner, who brought his nephew Stern over to this country and took him into the business. The firm was known as Stern & Brauner. Several years go, before it was closed, my daughter and I took a trip to trace our roots. The then owner showed us the inside of the door covered with clippings of the history of the place and of a cousin who was a pilot. He, with my grandfather, were pioneers in the early aircraft industry. He produced an aerial photo of the building and on the roof in large letters was the name Brauner.