By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.net Reposted from September, 2012 on BF.
I once met Mickey Spillane, the American writer of noir detective novels starring Mike Hammer. Spillane actually was a tough guy who looked like he could be a private eye or a private dick with a run-down office and a babe with long legs for a secretary.
I love that Mike Hammer image, and sometimes I put on my trench coat over a rumpled suit and wait in my office for a tough case to show up. It’s not easy making a living that way, and it’s not healthy either, chain smoking unfiltered cigarettes, sipping bourbon all day and packing a piece.
Then finally the big case showed up. Unfortunately it wasn’t a dame who brought the goods. It was Ogrover, a commenter on our blog “Noir Finger.” He was like “deep throat” because I never heard his voice or seen his face. He showed up by email, hidden in the shadows of my hard drive. Anyhow, OGrover had a mystery for me to solve.
Monument in Auditorium Square Park—hidden in plain sight.
It seems he was slinking around Auditorium Square Park when he spotted a possible crime scene. A plaque in the ground, at the corner of Pitman Ave. and Pilgrim Pathway. It was old and spooky, and no one had stolen it yet. OGrover moved slowly closer and closer and then he saw what it said: “Red Oak — State Tree New Jersey Tercentenary–1964. Presented by the Woman’s Club of Ocean Grove.”
OG scratched his head and wondered if he, an octogenarian, had been around for the tercentenary. But that thought quickly vanished as he stared up at the tree. It was a reddish Norway Maple. “Holy mackerel!” thought OG. “This is a fishy case for Noir Finger.”
Red Oak tree. NOT!
I left Pussy Galore in the office and walked down by the Great Auditorium — talk about haunted houses! Rattling around inside are the ghosts of President Grant, John Phillip Sousa, and the KKK.
I surveyed the situation and discovered that the Red Oak was indeed gone — instead there was a Norway maple.
“Holy fish oils! What the Heck Avenue happened? Were we going to have another unsolved crime in Ocean Grove? Should we call the coppers? No way — I’ll handle this one myself.”
I emailed OG and agreed to take the case. He replied, “Piqued your interest?” Then he says, “I have a real hard time believing I’m the first to even notice it since 1964 lol.”
“OG,” I said, “Nobody says ‘piqued’ in Ocean Grove. And nobody ever said ‘lol’ to Noir Finger. After all, we are ‘noir,’ and don’t you forget it. What a turkey!”
So, with the amount of dough that OG was paying, I had to get an answer fast. So I contacted this old hand in town from the HSOG who calls himself “Anonymous,” a name that will be hard to trace, but not impossible. He actually cracked the case, so I give him credit — mystery solved.
It seems that the “Woman’s Club of Ocean Grove” planted the red oak for obvious historic and natural reasons (oaks do well at the shore). Then the oak died (so much for doing well at the shore,) and some genius replaced it with a maple. We don’t know who did or why, but we will keep looking.
Meanwhile, the “Woman’s Club of Ocean Grove” disbanded* about 20 years ago, and we are still searching for survivors. Noir Finger will stay on the case until we get some answers. We’re open to suggestions.
SOUNDTRACK: By a noir sort of guy who likes to hang around bars at 2:45 a.m.:
See the comment below from Tom and Pegi. Pegi has resurrected the old WCOG.* And note that the correct spelling is Woman’s not Women’s.
POST SCRIPT: What good is a Mike Hammer story without a bit of sex ? I came upon a blogger who has been to Ocean Grove and who imagined a young woman staying at the Victorian OG Women’s Club Hotel, a building which still exists in town. I love her poem–click on link below:
The Women’s Club Hotel (est. 1870), Ocean Grove, NJ
(Plaque reads: A Respectable Hotel for Chaperoned Single Gentlewomen)
The house which used to be the OG Women’s Club Hotel stands at 89 Mount Carmel Way.
Tom: Thank you for your comment. I know that you know where you are, but we don’t. Please tell us your address. I’m wanting to write something about the OG Women’s Club. Let me know if you get some good information and/or photos, and we will post it on BF. Paul
Dear Dr. Blogfinger,
My wife (Pegi) and I are the new owners of the aforementioned Ocean Grove Women’s Club house and so I read and enjoyed your article with great interest and from a somewhat unique perspective. We purchased the house in the fall of 2010 and have been busy fixing it up where needed and restoring some of the original elements.
With restoration in mind, of course, we are interested in finding old photos of the house, both exterior and especially interior, as we are contemplating a restoration (more like resurrection) of the old stage. One visit to the historical society turned up some information for further research but no pictures and we do need to invite Jim (across the street) for dinner as he has lived in OG for a long time.
But in your search for answers to the Oak Tree Mystery I thought you might come across people with knowledge of the OGWC house which might lead to someone with pictures.
Any help from you or your readers would be appreciated. It really is a fabulous house and we would like bring back as much of the original splendor as possible.
-Tom and Pegi Costantino
Hi! Thanks for the accolades on my poem about the Women’s Club of OG….it was so cool to see that I suddenly got 20 hits on my blog (usually the only readers are my husband and my parents, ha ha).
This is a great website…Ocean Grove is definitely one of my new favorite spots for artistic inspiration! 🙂
Got ya piqued, didn’t I? He He He!