Frank Cramer |
Frank Cramer was the proprietor of Cramer's Grille on the north-east
corner of present day Rt. 9 and North Maple Avenue.
(Postcard courtesy of Charles Richmond, Jr.)
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Frank Cramer |
Frank Cramer was the proprietor of Cramer's Grille on the north-east
corner of present day Rt. 9 and North Maple Avenue.
(Postcard courtesy of Charles Richmond, Jr.)
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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: This incident brings a total blank. I suggest it might haven been in the mid "30's. Have yourself a Merry Christmas and let someone else play Santa Claus.
ReplyDeleteBest Regards - Clif Brown
Clif,
ReplyDeleteFrank and Rejessa Cramer built their New Gretna restaurant in late 1933 or early 1934, so it is possible that Frank's flaming Santa beard occurred in the mid 1930s per your suggestion. Maybe Don Maxwell will weigh in on the issue.
Pete S
Clif,
ReplyDeleteI decided to do a little detective work. The Beacon article stated that December 24th was a Saturday evening. I checked out calendars from 1934 through 1950 to see in what years December 24th falls on a Saturday evening. That occurs only in 1938 and 1949, so the Santa incident had to occur in one of those years. I know Frank Cramer owned the restaurant in 1938 but am unsure if Frank owned the restaurant in 1949. Perhaps someone can help me regarding the 1949 ownership question. Right now, 1938 looks like a promising year regarding the ignited Santa beard.
Pete S
Pete: A suggestion - The Cramer's daughter is married to Bill Kapler a former resident of Tuckerton and his email is (Email address removed by Blog Administrator). Perhaps she could shed light on this incident and other related issues. Think about it, you might save yourself some work, and get a new blog reader.
ReplyDeleteRegards, Clif Brown
I remember my dad, Walter Mathis, talking about this incident.
ReplyDeleteBob Mathis
Pete; Remember Dad's accident very well, even though I was very young--1938. He sold the restaurant about 1940 to a Mr. Yerkes. After his death Jane Yerkes sold but I don't know to whom. Have some pictures but not here-will ask my son if he has any but will search when we go back to SC in May. Don Maxwell lived next door. Thanks for your story-Joan Cramer Guenther Kapler
ReplyDeleteJoan,
ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you. I'm looking forward to getting some photos from you when you get back to South Carolina.
Following are some notes that I put together regarding the history of Cramer's Grille which later became known as the Rustic Inn.
The first building on the northeast corner of Route 9 and Maple Avenues was a restaurant built by the Lamson brothers, Ashton and Joseph B., in August of 1899. (Note: Joseph B. built the New Gretna House on the opposite corner in 1884.) Ashton ran a successful restaurant and meat market out of the building, until a fire destroyed the building in April, 1931. In late 1933 and early 1934, Frank and Rejessa Cramer built what was locally known as the Brick Restaurant. It got the name from the brick facade. George and Jane Yike was the next owners, buying the business in 1940. Chris and Bertha Ostergod (not sure of spelling) were the next owners. I have been told that they named the business the Rustic Inn, as they were from Germany and wanted to give the place a rustic atmosphere reminiscent of the Black Forest in Germany. Doug and Helen Hancock were the next owners; followed by Frieda Loveland Shediker; followed by her daughter and son-in-law, Betty and Edward Kowalski; and, finally, Howard and Veronica Hudson. Mr. Hudson died in 1973 and the business was run by Mrs. Hudson who was the last owner. When she became sick, the place was closed. She passed away in 2001, and the building has been boarded up since then.
Pete S
Murphy's Law strikes again!
ReplyDeleteA few comments ago I concluded the Santa's beard incident must have occurred in 1938 as that was the only date in the 1930s where December 24th fell on a Saturday. Well, I was mistaken! Eagle eyed Shirley Whealton just emailed me that she found the "Santa's Beard" article in the December 29, 1932 Tuckerton Beacon. Thanks, Shirley! I really slipped up in my detective work. Sorry about that!
Pete S