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Foster’s on a busy Friday night on downtown Montgomery Street in Rhinebeck, NY. Hudson River Valley. Shades of New Orleans. Paul Goldfinger ©.  October 13, 2017.

 

PRESERVATION HALL JAZZ BAND  (with DEL McCOURY):  “Careless Love.”

Mask shop in Florence. Masquerade balls are big in Venice----since the 15th century. Paul Goldfinger photo ©

Mask shop in Florence. Masquerade balls are big in Venice—-since the 15th century. Paul Goldfinger photo ©  Silver gelatin darkroom print.   Re-posted from 2015 on Blogfinger.net.

DON McLEAN   from his “Best Of…” album

 

Many haunting and fun songs come out of Winterpills  (2007), and I like this one in particular—- “Shameful.” Each number appears as a part of a larger message machine, or portfolio.

Winterpills is an American Indie Rock band.

From Brian O’Reilly:    The musicians speak as one voice,  as they say on their bio page. They formed after one brutal winter of “breakups and deaths.” But this crew distills experiences like a musical moonshine operation with poetry and images run through their distillery, transforming despair into hope, cold into joy, and empty jars into product.

As read in their website, band members were drawn together not out of fame and sport, but out of their real and very personal lives. “Not of disport and recreation,” as Queen Elizabeth I so famously said to her soldiers in her Tilbury speech to Renaissance troops fighting Spain.  The fighters there were dispirited regarding the coming battlefield, but then elevated by her crafted appearance.

The lyrics are abstract, brief. Taken together with their other music, a story of the importance to view despair as fleeting is kindly conveyed. The music and imagery are reflections of inspirational and familiar 60’s riffs. It seems the best acts fondly recount for our pleasure their history, fleeting history, and our shared history. Enjoy!
Tabernacle. Ocean Grove, New Jersey. 2012. By Paul Goldfinger ©

Tabernacle. Ocean Grove, New Jersey. 2012. By Paul Goldfinger ©  Click left for full view.  Reposted from 2013 on Blogfinger.

LONDON SYMPHONY   “Enigma Variations”

Rhinebeck, New York

Rhinebeck, NY (Hudson River Valley) Paul Goldfinger © October, 2017. Click to enlarge.

 

STAN GETZ  “‘Tis Autumn:”

Carly Brown is a student at the Culinary Institute of America  (CIA)  in Hyde Park, NY.  Photo and text  by Paul Goldfinger © 10/15/17.

 

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger

We met Carly today when we visited the Rhinebeck, NY,  Sunday morning Farmers Market.  She is in her second year at the famous school of culinary arts located at a 170 acre campus on the east bank of the Hudson River.  She is working towards a 2 year associates degree in  Baking and Pastry Arts.

Today Carly is representing the Tousey Winery of Clermont, New York.  We were surprised to find out that Tousey made a pinot noir.  We bought a bottle to try.   Of course, NY State is famous for its wineries. I recommend the dry Riesling by Dr. Konstantin Frank of the Finger Lakes.

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Rhinebeck Farmers Market. October 16,2017. Blogfinger photo © Click to enlarge.

 

We enjoy this farmers market because it provides a look at the wide variety of products originating in the Hudson Valley where they have many farms producing some unusual crops and products.  After November the market moves indoors, but it does continue year round. It is about 3 hours from Ocean Grove, but they have some wonderful B and B’s up there.

The restaurateurs in that region  follow the “farm to table” idea of serving all regional ingredients, and we saw some wonderful examples of that today including goat feta cheese, fine baked goods including  excellent Danish and baguettes,  chicken liver mousse, terrific scalion sausages served on a stick with a piece of crunchy bread, fingerling potatoes, long red radishes like we had in France, baby kale served raw in salads or sauteed as a side dish,  local beers, wool from sheep farms, yarn from alpaca farms, and even a local distillery selling apple jack and single malt whiskey.

The meat farmers were offering foi gras,  venison,  chickens, pork, duck, and turkey sausages.   Of course there was a huge selection of fresh picked apples.

This was a real farmers market selling very little besides food.  I got a T-shirt celebrating the market, and the designer was there. She told me to get the XL.  Wouldn’t it be great if you went to buy clothes, and the designer was there?       They had two alpacas , and Eileen got some yarn to crochet a tiny hat for our new grandson who is now into his second  trimester.  But he won’t get his hat until he is born.  Yet it would be fun if he popped out wearing a hat

alpaca

Alpaca fleece is warm, comfy and hypoallergenic. It comes in a variety of colors. It is related to camels. Blogfinger photo. Rhinebeck, NY.

The market is only open for 4 hours, and it is primarily for the locals. They don’t have flea markets, car shows and other large dopey events to paralyze their town.   There was a parking lot for the market-goers.  It there is a large event, like the annual NY State sheep shearing festival, it is held at the Duchess County Fair Grounds nearby.

Rhinebeck is a small historic town (pop 7,500)  in the Hudson River Valley dating back to the 1600’s. It now is a fabulous place with art, culture, music, fashion, great eateries and no shlock.    It could be a roll model for Ocean Grove.

The downtown is successful with businesses like galleries, yarn shops,  fine coffee shops, a fabulous  book store,  a shoe store, and an art house movie theater.   A restaurant “Terrapin,” is in a converted Baptist church. It was just voted a Best in the Hudson Valley award, and the owner/chef Josh Kroner is from New Jersey.  We ate there. The oyster shooters are addictive.

GEORGE HEARN AND ELIZABETH PARRISH   from La Cage aux Folles;

 

 

3 Goldfingers: Michael, Myrna and Stephen. (left to right) Chester, NJ. Myrna, my Mom, loved music–especially Broadway show tunes.

ANGELA LANSBURY FROM MAME:

Peter Tallman, Union Army soldier, 1861. Submitted by Peter Stunz of Ocean Grove.

We received this photograph from Peter Stunz of Ocean Grove.   His email offers this explanation:

Just a side note: This is my great grandfather Peter Tallman (I was named after him, my mother’s maiden name is Tallman). He was a volunteer with the 127th Volunteer Infantry.  He never saw a battlefield. He was severely injured when a tree limb fell on him while they were clearing a path somewhere unknown.

His past was one of many reasons that lead me to be a student of history.  I would also like to add as a side note that the Tallmans have been living in Ocean Grove (renting) since nearly the beginning and we have had our summer home here since 1955. We love reading your blog and have been loyal readers since Sandy.

Editor’s note:  Thanks to Peter for sharing.  I love to hear  anecdotes from those who have lived here and know the history of Ocean Grove.  Of course, OG was founded after the Civil War  (1861-1865.)  But, the Methodist antecedents that ultimately led to the founding of the Grove, had their origins much earlier.

There were many Civil War soldiers from New Jersey and New York, and Peter’s great grandfather was a member of a volunteer regiment that was mustered in 1862 in Staten Island for 3 years service  (until 1865).   It was, as he points out, the 127th Volunteer New York Infantry Regiment.

That outfit did see some action, but I was interested, from a medical point of view, to learn that they lost 130 men—35 killed and 94 dead of “disease.”  Conditions tended to be awful for soldiers on both sides, with malnutrition, poor water, bad hygiene and of course many communicable diseases before the age of antibiotics.  The most common medical procedure was amputation of legs—a horrible chapter in American medical history, but combat medicine/surgery is so much better now.  However, like all military preparations, we hope that the techniques will never be needed.

The photograph Peter sent is a daguerreotype, a process that was invented around 1840 by Louis Daguerre and used mostly for portraits.  It was an expensive and fragile method using silvered   (light sensitive) copper plates. These images are  very collectible these days, especially ones that are of Civil War soldiers.

Below is a link on BF that discusses photography during the Civil War  (the last part of a piece about a historic photograph from Ocean Grove):

Fred’s Last Summer

By Paul Goldfinger,  Editor @Blogfinger

JAQUELINE SCHWAB  “The Battle Cry of Freedom”  from Ken Burns documentary “The Civil War.”

Photos and text by Paul Goldfinger.  Reposted from Blogfinger May 15, 2012. Ocean Grove, New Jersey

A little horse-chestnut tree lived in a tree nursery. It was sad because it was crowded, there wasn’t much sunshine, and there were no other horse-chestnut trees. It was May, and its flowers were beginning to grow.

The little tree lived here in the nursery. You can see its pink flowers.   May, 2012.   

A grandma named Amy, who lives across from Fireman’s Park in Ocean Grove, wished that she could sit on her porch and see a tree with pretty flowers growing in the park.  Grandma Amy bought the little tree. Some men from the nursery dug all around and under the large ball of dirt where the roots are. It didn’t hurt the tree at all.

Then some strong men from the Neptune Township Public Works Department gently placed the tree on a truck driven by Mr. Benny Acevedo (on the left, below) who took it to the Grove. It was a cool sunny Wednesday morning when they arrived at Fireman’s Park.

The tree’s  root ball  is heavy— getting ready to move it.

Grandma Amy sat on her porch and watched the workers dig a big hole in the ground across from her house. Then they brought a yellow backhoe to lift the tree from the truck. Mr. Cleatus Ford was the backhoe driver and he carefully lifted the little tree next to the hole.

Moving the tree from the truck onto the backhoe….very cautiously.

Then Mr. George Reid  and Mr. Darby Brooks  moved the root ball into the hole. They made sure that the little tree was nice and straight.

Moving the tree into the hole.

Then they put extra dirt into the hole, and now the tree was ready to start growing in its new home.

New home in the park

When the workers from the Neptune Department of Public Works were done, they posed for a photograph. They all were wearing their bright chartreuse shirts except for Benny, who wore his orange shirt.

DPW crew: (L to R) John Ellis, Darby Brooks, George Reid, Benny Acevedo, and Cleatus Ford. They did good work and they were proud of it.

Grandma Amy was happy, and so was the little horse-chestnut tree which now can enjoy  lots of sky and sunshine.

Grandma Amy, happy on her porch

Soon, some children came to the park from the Care on the Square School in Asbury Park, near Wesley Lake. They like to walk into the Grove every day with their teachers and visit the park.

Kids from Asbury visit the park in Ocean Grove every day.

On this day they were excited to meet the new tree, and they all gathered around to hear the story of its arrival.

Kids gather around to meet the little horse-chestnut tree at its new home in Fireman’s Park

Soon many other children will visit the little horse chestnut tree. It has lots of pink flowers now, and you can see it near the corner of Mt. Hermon Way and New Jersey Avenue. It has a white plastic wrap on the bottom to protect it from the lawn mowers. A neighbor, Auntie Joyce, gives it water every day until it gets used to its new home.

The little tree is happy now. It gets plenty of fresh air and sunshine and it gets to see lots of kids, dogs, birds, and adults. And, across the park, is a larger horse-chestnut tree, so the little tree can see what it will look like when it gets bigger.

This is the bigger horse-chestnut tree on the other side of Fireman’s park. You can visit that one too, and there is a strong cherry tree there that you can climb on.

 

BABY GENIUS:

North Carolina monument at Gettysburg.  Paul Goldfinger photograph©  Tri-X collection.  Blogfinger.net

 

 

KINGS OF LEON with “Back Down South.”

“If you wanna go,
I’m going back down south now.
Come on take my hand,
I’m going back down south now.
When we see the lights,
And we hear those fights,
I’m going back down south now.”