
"Helen Clarence". The date of the photo is unknown. I'll just call it during the "era of the big hats". (Photo courtesy of Leila Mathis Pitts.)
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"Helen Clarence". The date of the photo is unknown. I'll just call it during the "era of the big hats". (Photo courtesy of Leila Mathis Pitts.)
A little silver fish we have to blame
For how our town got its name.
We’ve heard of towns from East to West
With names that seem to suit them best.
Bean Town - Big Apple - The Windy City
Now most folk think that’s pretty witty
To name a town for a thing unique
But to name a town for a fish? That’s cheek!
Wondering how it came to be?
Come back to long-ago with me.
When the bay and river produced the wealth
And added to the people’s health.
Long ago in a different clime
We can watch the scenes flash through our mind.
Up in the north in the cold and deep
Off
In the days of March when the wind is raw,
When the ice in the river begins to thaw
Something stirs within their heart,
And like their fathers before- off they start.
They take the long and ancient trail
Every season without fail.
This silver fish with streamline frame.
It never gained the sport man’s fame.
Cared not a wit about its fate.
Called it worthless, call it bait.
But how could they know of a time and place
And this lowly fish in the watery trace?
How could they know of the native here,
About the folk that counted this fish so dear?
They packed the fish in a barrel of brine.
Kept it in the cellar til winter time.
When breakfast came at early morn,
Wood stove burning to keep them warm.
Smoke from chimneys hangs over town
And smell of pancakes turning brown.
Salt fish poached and served up hot
With plenty gravy poured on top.
Think it strange fare as well you may
But this was the start of the bayman’s day
Let’s turn back now to a scene in the bay
The wind picked up since break of day
Nor-wester’s blowing cold and clear
A sail in the river is drawing near.
The boatman leans out over the side
Shouts “Let ‘em know far and wide.
The shoal of fish came through the bight.”
To him it was an old familiar sight.
The silver sides flashing in the sun.
The multitudes in the migration run.
It was Sunday morn this day in the Spring.
The Presbyterians were gathered and had started to sing.
The lad that was spreading the news all around
Had turned the corner and headed up
He knew the baymen, all but a few
Would be there in church in their usual pew
He pushed on the door. It flew open wide.
“Boys you better put churching aside.”
He shouted so loud his voice in a quiver.
“Hurry up boys...
‘HERRIN’ UP RIVER!”
The meeting broke up to the preacher’s dismay
How could a fish lure them away?
I’ll leave you with your thoughts on this.
Here in the town that was named for a fish.
I am grateful for the mention of the Leepa farm as I lived there from 1940-1945. The last time I visited "Mom" Leepa was in 1958 shortly before I was married. Sometime in the 90's (I think) I drove from NYC to Ventnor City to visit my aunt Eugenia Magee and made a lightening visit to New Gretna. I say lightening because it was getting late, I was driving on unfamiliar roads and I didn't want darkness to overtake me. I drove by granddaddy's former home-the Boot Mathis mentioned in the article-and then went to the Leepa farm. Oh, what sadness I felt at the condition. Is anyone living there at the present? Who, if you know. For years I had wondered where the Leepas came from. Recently, I got interested in genealogy and in a census record, there it was-Russia! I remember Kenneth, Mildred and Alice. Kenny and Millie were in the armed services during WW2. Millie got married about 1944 in Philly where Alice, hubby Herb and kids Joey and Barbara lived. Alice, who was a classmate of my Mother's had contracted polio as a youngster. She had to wear some serious braces. When I stayed with her, we kids took turns each morning holding her crutches at the bottom of the stairs as she made her slow, painful way down. Sigh..I am going to have to get those photo albums down.
ReplyDeleteBeverly Mathis (Robinson)
Beverly,
ReplyDeleteGlad to get the Leepa info from you. I visited with Jeanie MaGee and her sister Julia about 10 years ago when they lived in Margate. We looked through the family photo albums together, and Jeranie allowed me to take them home and scan the photos into my computer. Unfortunately, two years later I had a computer virus which wiped out the photos and also my backup copies. I do, however, have Xerox copies, but the quality is not too good. I just had an email conversation with Jeanie's daughter, Peggy, who is presently in Florida. She promised that she would loan me the family albums, again, the next time she comes up north.
I would be interested in knowing what old photos you might have that are related to New Gretna and if you would allow me to scan them for our History photo collection which now numbers over 10,000 photos.
I don't know anything about the present situation of the old Leepa house, but I will do some checking and get back to you.
Pete S
Hi Pete: I have quite a few photos, I'll have to get the albums down to do an audit. I have several photos taken at the Leepa farm that include Mr. and Mrs. Leepa, Alice, Kenneth(in uniform), My grandparents (Boot Mathis),Barbara (daughter of Alice), among others. I also have photos of my grandfather in his duck blind, one of my grandmother when she was quite young and others that I'm not sure if they apply specifically to New Gretna history. As I said, I'll get the albums down and have a look.
ReplyDeleteBeverly Mathis (Robinson)
Thanks, Beverly. I'm looking forward to hearing from you. I don't have any photos of the Leepa farm or the Leepas.
ReplyDeletePete S
Hi Pete: I have looked through my albums and found the photos I already mentioned. What is the best way to get them to you? I can scan them, if that will work out, and then you can decide which ones are suitable for your needs. Let me know.
ReplyDeleteBeverly