The Unknown Bowler from Bud Steele's mid to late 1960's Atlantic Gas Station team.
Owen and Helen Sears Carty with their daughter, Joyce in the late 1940's. (Photo courtesy of Helen Sears Carty.)
Old and new happenings around New Gretna and vicinity
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The Unknown Bowler from Bud Steele's mid to late 1960's Atlantic Gas Station team.
Owen and Helen Sears Carty with their daughter, Joyce in the late 1940's. (Photo courtesy of Helen Sears Carty.)
Hi Mr Stemmer,I love reading your blog. I am attaching a photo of a Win Salmon's pen and ink drawing that I purchased at an auction. I was just wondering if you or any of the readers know what house it is of.ThanksSandy Cullen
Can you name the personand give his number on the above photo?(A) He ran a local business and sponsored the team. Hint- The color of the team's shoes has recently become a nickname for the team sponsor's son who currently lives in New Gretna. It appears that the apple does not fall far from the tree.(B) He ran a local grocery store in town and was an officer in the New Gretna Volunteer Fire Company.(C) He owned and operated a neighboring marina on the Mullica River for many years.(D) He lived on Frenches Lane and was the building inspector in New Gretna when Jackie and I moved to town in the early 1970's. He was a popular part time roofer for many years.(E) He originally came to town to work in the Bass River CCC Camp and married a local girl. They first lived in Pleasantville then moved to the home of his bride's uncle, Washy Allen, on Route 9 in New Gretna. His bowling claim to fame was the rolling of a 299 game.(F) The unknown bowler. Perhaps someone out in the Blog-O-Sphere can identify him for me.
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Donald Maxwell sang "Pa Goes Ta Meetin" in the 1940 Christmas Program at the Presbyterian Church. (Photo courtesy of Donald Maxwell.)
Joyce Maxwell presented "Our Wish" in the 1940 Christmas Program at the Presbyterian Church. (Photo courtesy of Donald Maxwell.)
Jack Maxwell, Donald's brother, performed a recitation during the 1940 Christmas Program. (Photo courtesy of Donald Maxwell.)
Pete,Have been trying for years to find the father of Sarah R Sooy who states is Samuel Sooy. She was born March 21, 1829. Have tried Historical societies in NJ with no luck. She is not the Sarah Sooy daughter of Joab listed in the 1850 census. She was living in the household of Josiah Sooy in Cold Springs 1870 with her 2nd husband Richard Lee. First Husband William Ross married before 1854.Could you give me any ideas where I might find more info about her parents?Janet HenriksenOklahoma - 12/18/09Pete,I was wondering if Samuel son of Augustus and Sarah Higbee that was born in 1799 could be her father but there is no record of a marriage before he died. Her children had the first names of Samuel Augustus, and Jesse Albert. First child's named for the father. I hope to find this info one day before I die. It has me hitting a brick wall.Janet - 12/23/09
In the year 1818, Tucker became a member of the Masonic fraternity, by petitioning Mt. Holly Lodge #18 for membership. Two years later, he along with eight other members of Mt. Holly Lodge, petitioned the Grand Lodge of New Jersey at New Brunswick to form a York Rite Lodge at Tuckerton. That request was granted, and Tuckerton Lodge #43 was given a warrant to function as a lodge. It still functions to this day, but its number has been changed to #4.Tucker is remembered to this day as the father of Tuckerton Lodge. When the lodge was first instituted at Tuckerton, it met on the second floor of the Union Hotel on the Green Street side of the building. The lodge used that room for meetings until the death of Tucker on September 5, 1845, when the lodge moved to its present location at Wood and Church streets.
The Tuckerton Masonic Lodge is on the corner of Wood and Church Streets, a long block off Main Street. (Map courtesy of Bing Maps.)
Here's the bench, the rectangular mound, on the side deck. What deck?
The snow on the air conditioner gives a pretty good indication of the accumulation. I'd say it's almost 2 feet.
The present Acme is located on Rt. 9 (Main Street) between Stage Road and Giffordtown Lane. (Map courtesy of Bing Maps.)
The present day Village Shops, on the corner of Rt. 9 (Main Street) and North Marine Street, was the old location of the Acme Supermarket when Jackie and I moved to New Gretna in the early 1970's. (Map courtesy of Bing Maps.)
The Acme Supermarket in the late 1960's - early 1970's. The building now houses the Village Shops. (Photo courtesy of the Tuckerton Historical Society.)
The location of the first Acme Market in Tuckerton is now a vacant lot on the north-east corner of Main and North Green Streets. (Map courtesy of Bing Maps.)
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.