Sarobia: Obsession and Compulsion

Photo of the mansion's facing toward the river.

South Side of Sarobia

The photo above shows the part the mansion that faced the Delaware River. Robert Logan wished to keep the property as close to nature as possible, forest-like with much foliage and multitudes of trees to act as a sanctuary for all living creatures.

If Logan knew the Pennsylvania Department of Conservation and Natural Resources, the curators of the present-day state park, allowed archery hunting for deer on a section of the property in the woods by the creek, he’d be twirling around in his grave.

Why then my compulsive and curious obsession with Sarobia? Don’t rightly have the answer to that. A photo of the estate’s carriage house and greenhouses superimposed onto a recent shot of Logan’s garden, shown in the previous entry of this series, looks so darn familiar to me and I don’t know why!

Perhaps I lived there in my previous life, or somewhere close-by. Maybe I knew the Logans or Richard Blossom Farley somehow.

Both Logan and Farley died after I was born, but Sara and Deborah passed away more than a decade before I entered this present incarnation. Seems silly to think this way, but I’m a proponent of reincarnation within one’s own species. Perhaps the metaphysical side of the Logans and Blossom Farley is what holds such a magnetic fascination to me.

Having become acquainted and corresponding with Jack, receiving copies of the  wonderful slides displayed in these postings thus far and gaining much insight to the probing queries that have been needling me, I’ve still so many unanswered questions about which no one seems to have concrete explanations.


Mansion pictured in the background. The sundial and base in its original location.

Two areas where Robert Logan was fanatically devoted to the cosmetic upkeep of the grounds were his expansive gardens.

One was behind the house and still exists somewhat, to which is referred in these passages as “Logan’s garden.”

The other was a long, narrow swath of property heading southward from the side of the mansion, lined with tall evergreens and finely trimmed hedgerows.

The splendid showplace had a meticulously manicured lawn adorned with flowers in the spring and summer, draping lavishly for about 100 yards to its end where the sundial sat.

The following illustrations show how the grounds look today with and without the old photos superimposed upon them:


Recent photo of the path from the sundial’s spot to where the mansion sat.


Old slide photos are superimposed on present-day shots for comparison.


Sundial in 1965


Property with path still evident to where sundial sat.


Sundial superimposed over recent shot.

Notice in the photo above taken in 1965, the triangular needle and base plate of the sundial are missing, a result of the extensive vandalism that was occurring on the property after Robert’s death until the state fully took over the direct administration, security and maintenance of what was to  become Neshaminy State Park.

1938 Aerial Photo-Sarobia

Enlarged section of a 1938 aerial photo of Sarobia.


animated gif old aerial shot superimposed with recent Google satellite shot

Sarobia in 1938 vs. the site today (animated .gif)

Logan was an artist and sculptor in his own right. His specialty was making sundials. Below are a few shots of the artist in action:


Robert Logan admiring his masterpiece.


Artist at Work


Fashionably hip Robert Logan next to one of his creations.

The conclusion of this little addendum to what has already been documented in this journal about Sarobia will follow in the near future, with a closer examination of an American Impressionist, Richard Blossom Farley, and his artistic escapades on the old estate.

Thanks for your continued support.











About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at
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2 Responses to Sarobia: Obsession and Compulsion

  1. Belmont says:

    I have so much enjoyed all the posts and photos about Sarobia. I work next door to the park and have walked through there several times and have wondered about some of the history. Thank you for all of it. I hope there will be more.

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