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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.
Pete I remember my father going in the bakery and ordering sticky buns. He would always say that he wanted his with flies(raisons).
ReplyDeleteJim McAnney
My aunt Mae Gale Doughty worked at Hornberger's for years, used to bring us treats. Crumb cake and sticky buns yummmmmmmmm. Thanks for the memory!
ReplyDeleteNancy Gale, Seattle WA
To Nancy Gale
ReplyDeleteCan your Aunt Mae Gale Doughty be the same as my Aunt Mae Gale Doughty? When she was young, my Mae lived in the Atlantic City Inlet, married Thomas Doughty whose parents were Minnie and George Washington Doughty. Mae is buried in the Oceanville Cemetery on Rt 9 Oceanville NJ.
Phyllis Sharp Briggs
To Phyllis Sharp Briggs
ReplyDeleteYes, Phyllis, it does sound like the same person. Mae was my father James A. Gale's only sibling. Their father, James Austin Gale Sr., grew up in New Gretna, but they were born and raised in Atlantic City. I know very little of Uncle Tom Doughty's family. How are you related?
Nancy Gale
Is there more than one Doughty family in the area? I have a Mae Doughty listed as a first cousin once removed. Her parents were Correll Doughty and Caroline Stanton Adams. Caroline was a sister of my grandmother Estella Harris Adams Mathis.
ReplyDeleteBeverly Mathis Robinson
To Nancy Gale-
ReplyDeleteSend me your email address so we won't clutter the blog with my long letter.
phyllis-briggs@att.net
To Beverly Mathis Robinson
ReplyDeleteNone of the names you posted are listed in my Doughty family relatives. Sorry.
Phyllis Briggs
Phyllis,
ReplyDeletePlease send me a copy of the letter you are sending to Nancy. I would be interested in your comments and the family relationships. If I think it is of general interest, I'll post it on the Blog, with your permission, of course.
Pete S
Hello, I just saw your site about Bass River Township history and the postings about Hornberger's Bakery.
ReplyDeleteI work for Eugene Hornberger's niece who is the daughter of Henry Hornberger, the youngest of the Hornberger brothers.
She owns and operates the only remaining Hornberger's Bakery. We are located at 2217 Galloway Road in Bensalem Pennsylvania.
It was so great to read how happy the bakery has made people over the years. I know the postings were not recent, but I was still happy to see them.
Thanks
Maureen Malinowski
4/28/17...I will look for this bakery.
DeleteMy boyfriend and I would take rides from Monmouth County to AC and always stopped at the Bakery. Our very favorite was the Cheesecake!!!! Never could find another make with that same pastery bottom.
I'm Gene Hornberger's youngest son. I'd like to thank all of those who've post such kind words about my dad, his goods and his business. Some of my fondest memories are from my youth working with my family at the bakery. Dad passed away 7 yrs ago having a lived a full and prosperous life. I also remember Mae Doughty who was like another grandmother to me. She would sometimes drive me home from the bakery in her white dodge dart with red interior, driving entirely too slow but always getting me there safely. Love you Mae.
ReplyDeleteThanks again.
Richard Hornberger
Richard,
DeleteGood to hear from you. If you have any old photos of your dad and/or his New Gretna Bakery, I'd like to hear from you via email.
bassriverhistory@gmail.com
Pete S
I had the good fortune of working at Hornberger’s Bakery when I was in high school in the early 70’s. Mr. Hornberger (Gene) was my first formal boss. He was a really great person to know and work for, and Hornberger’s Bakery was a great experience as my first job.
ReplyDeleteI first met Mr. Hornberger when the bakery opened. I rode my bike to it, and asked Mr. Hornberger if I could get a job. (I always had a sweet tooth.) I must have been 12 at the time. Mr. Hornberger said I was too young, but I should come back when I was 14 and could get working papers.
From time-to-time, I would ride my bike to the bakery and buy a donut. Once when I stopped by, Mr. Hornberger asked if I would like some left over bakery goods that were too old to sell. “Sure!” I said, and every now and then when I stopped by he would pack up some leftovers. I would be a hero when I got home. Then he asked for my phone number, and he would call if he had some leftovers for me to pick up. (He realized the family budget was tight.)
One time when I stopped by Mr. Hornberger asked if I would like to earn a little money washing some pans. That was how it started with me do some odd jobs from time-to-time. Then, as soon as I turned 14, he hired me in what was essentially a bakery apprenticeship position.
I spent several years working with Gene and his son George, and I remember Richard visiting every now and then. It was not only a good job, but also a nice family experience. Sometimes, Gene’s uncle would visit him, and he would also come to work at the bakery providing me with an opportunity to work with three generations of Hornbergers. Uncle Lutch (not sure of the spelling) was from the old country, Germany I believe, and he must have been in his 80s at the time. He wasn’t as neat as Gene and George, so Gene made sure I cleaned a little extra when he was there to get all of the flour up that Uncle Lutch spread around the floor. Uncle Lutch also made some bakery goods that were non-standard for Hornberger’s, which caused some consternation when they weren’t available after he left.
What a great experience working for a really great person and family.
I am seeing this post for the first time. I wonder if this is the same Hornberger family that had the bakery in Pleasantville NJ across from St Peter's Catholic Church in the 1950s?After mass,we would have to wait in a very long line just to get into the bakery. They had wonderful "cinnamon buns",fabulous cheese cake and beautiful birthday cakes.It was always wrapped with white paper and string.
ReplyDeleteI worked for his brother back in the sixies (Jim Hornberger) in Philly.Knew all the hornbergers. All bakers.Unfortunately they're all gone but not the memories.
ReplyDeleteI used to occasionally stop in Hornbergers when working north of New Gretna. But I am really curious as to what years Hornbergers was in Pleasantville - and did it precede or follow DeKluyvers Bakery on the BHP?
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