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Winnie Allen receives congratulations after winning the Crisfield Maryland oyster shucking contest.
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Winnie Allen receives congratulations after winning the Crisfield Maryland oyster shucking contest.
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.
Pete
ReplyDeleteWonderful tribute. The commenter also asked if all the Allens were related. In this case, Winnie Senior was my dad's (Earle) 2nd Cousin. That makes me 2nd cousin once removed. We both descend from Edward son of David(Tall Allens).
Me-dad-Les-Keever-Edward
Win-Cliff-Winfield French-Edward
Take care, see you at Old Home Day
John Allen
Hi Pete,
ReplyDeleteWe, as Cramers, lived one door away from the Allens. I told you the story that Clif Allen came to my grandfather, Arnold Cramer, for a job. My grandfather listened to his story that his house payment was overdue, the car payment was the same, and his wife was overdue. Arnold said, "You really do need a job!"
Arnold was the bigest emplorer in New Gratna and Tuckerton, employing about 35 people. When he moved his operation back to Amasas Landing where they started, the truck came into being, and he helped Clif buy a Dodge truck with two bodies, one to haul oysters and the other to haul vegetables over to Long Beach Island.
Cliff made two trips a night with oysters to Philadelphia. Then he started clamming. He put three steps up against a tree and started selling clams. Then he built a little stand. After that, he built a covered enclosure and started to open oysters and sold 22 bushels a week. He tore the little stand down and built a hangout with a pool table where he sold oyster stew and beakfast and lunch.
Winnie won an oyster opening contest, not clams, at Cristfield, Maryland.
Don Cramer
Winnie was one of the nicest guys I ever knew, we had many laughs and Winnie always had a comical comment about almost anything,,,, his Pontiac was fairly fast , too, lol, them were the days my friend we thought they'd never end. Best to Joan and young Win.
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I rode a few times in that Pontiac,,once coming North on the GSPWay,Winny let her rip over 130MPH.we missed the New Gretna exit.Jack Mathis let us turn around at the toll both..I'm pretty sure his Dad opened the stand in the mid..60s Good times,,check with Joel Mick in Port Republic,,he knew the family well.Larry O.(Hawkin boy)..🐻
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