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Old and new happenings around New Gretna and vicinity
BLOG POSTINGS WILL BE MADE ABOUT ONCE A WEEK
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.
Love "Talkin Baseball". How appropiate with the recent passing of "The Duke".
ReplyDeleteDitty is also in the THS team of 1914 picture. (p.107 of Downshore from Manahawkin to New Gretna. Maybe the original at the historical society is better resolution.
Did you know that my uncle Hob's (Harvard Allen)twin boys (Greg and Kevin) had successful college baseball careers.(Cornell and Miami, I believe)
Great stuff!
John Allen
Pete,
ReplyDeleteI don't think that picture is Harvard "Hob" Allen at age ten, I think that picture is of my Dad (Earle Allen), it just doesn't look like Uncle Hob. What do you think, John? Also, not that it's important, I don't think Kevin and Greg are twins, I think they're a year apart. I'll ask Aunt Kay. It's all still very interesting!
Noreen Allen Clark
Noreen and Pete
ReplyDeleteI thought that the picture looked like dad as well. Dad (Earle) was 10 years older though. If the picture is 1933 vintage it would be him, but Hob was 10 in 1943, when dad was in the Pacific during WW II. Aunt Clare (Uncle Bup/Alston's wife) would be the best source, she and Hob went all through school together.
Couple of other comments: I remember from Dave Kalm's scorebooks that Stan "Tater" Cramer was a shortstop. It looks as if Hob Allen '51 and Bob Sutton '50 were team mates at THS. Does Bob remember Henry Boney, the coach? He also had great success at Pleasantville High School 12 years later.
John Allen
Noreen,
ReplyDeleteYou're correct. The photo I posted was not Harvard but was your dad, Earle Allen. Somehow I got the photos mixed up. I corrected the mistake by posting a high school photo of "Hob".
Sorry about that.
Pete S
My grandfather, Elihu Ward Sears (1877-1927) was an excellent baseball player in his youth in New Gretna according to my Aunt (who will be 90 later this month. She has told me that when she was young a number of people told her that he could have qualified for the major leagues.
ReplyDeleteJohn Yates
John,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment regarding Ward Sears' baseball prowess. I've added his photo in a PS.
Pete S
Hi Pete.
ReplyDeleteYou should check on Fred Kalm's story. He became a great pitcher when in high school. A scout for the Detroit Tigers saw him (maybe Doc Cramer) and signed him up. He didn't like the place they put him and quit. Maybe Clair could fill you in.
Bob M
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