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Tonight begins Passover 5774 (Jewish calendar) Eileen's seder table. Ocean Grove, 2014. Note the Pope's yarmulka which I will wear tonight.

2026:  Tonight begins Passover 5786 (Jewish calendar) Eileen’s seder table. Ocean Grove, . Note the Pope’s yarmulke which I will wear tonight.   Paul Goldfinger photo ©

 

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.net. Re-posted periodically on BF.

 

Tsai is a woman who works at Wegman’s. Despite her Chinese heritage, she was assigned to the kosher department.   She knew nothing about Jewish food but she quickly learned about lox, matzoh balls, knishes, latkes, chopped liver and many other items.

She was fascinated with Passover rituals where special foods have traditional meanings.   Tsai found out about seders (Passover meals where the history of the Jewish people is recounted) and about kosher food regulations. She learned why they have separate dishes and a special kosher kitchen at Wegmans.

Although most of the foods were initially strange to her, one thing that she knew about was liver. “The only customers at Wegmans who like liver are the Jews and the Chinese,” she told me in an exclusive Blogfinger interview.

“At Wegmans we make large vats of chopped liver for Passover, so I learned what the Jewish version is supposed to taste like,” she said. “When we prepare foods at Wegman’s, somebody in the kitchen has to taste each item, so I was the kosher chopped liver lady.”

By the time Tsai was transferred to another part of the store, she knew more about Jewish cuisine than some Jews. Last year the kitchen had prepared chopped liver for Passover, but no one in the kitchen knew what it was supposed to taste like. Tsai offered to help them. She tasted it and said, “It’s no good—it’s sour.”

But the staff didn’t believe her, so they sought a second opinion and found a man who worked in the store who was half Jewish. They had him taste it. “It’s terrible,” he said. So they dumped the whole batch and did it again. After that, they trusted Tsai’s chopped liver assessment.

Passover is the most popular Jewish holiday. It is happy and is about tradition, freedom, family, and history. It is also importantly about food, some of which has great symbolic relevance. No one will allow Eileen to skip any of the special foods.  For example, the charosis consists of chopped apples, cinnamon, walnuts, raisins and wine. The recipe varies quite a bit.   It symbolizes the mortar that the Jewish slaves used to build the pyramids for Pharaoh about 3,500 years ago.

There is not much written history about this, but I think that Pharaoh was building a theme park along the Nile.  If I were there with my ancestors, I would have hired a contractor.

Some people who are not Jewish enjoy Passover customs and they like to eat matzohs (unleavened bread.) Many even enjoy going to seders.

We sometimes find non-Jews at our seder table. I don’t know how they got there, but they do love the rituals, the family jokes, the story telling and the food. I had a patient in the hospital (Mt. Sinai in New York)  years ago who was a classic little old Italian mama with a gold tooth in front and a  bun in the back. She was eating some matzoh. I asked her what that was, and she said , “Matz.”

Some people wonder how Jews can eat unusual and worrisome looking foods like gefilte fish and chopped liver. Sometimes ethnic foods can seem gross to outsiders, and it takes courage for a non-Jew to try gefilte fish.

It is because chopped liver is often rejected when offered that the expression “What am I? Chopped liver?” came about. I like that expression–it’s like so many that people use without knowing the actual meaning.

There are many recipes for chopped liver, but mostly it is chicken livers sautéed in onions, with salt and pepper, schmaltz (chicken fat) and oftentimes with hard boiled eggs, all chopped together.  You take a piece of matzoh and scoop up some of it (it’s like the corn chips and guacamole among the Mexicans.).   It is served as an appetizer, and our family loves it.

Passover is a complicated holiday and widely open to interpretation. A little book called the Haggadah is used during the seder to guide the ceremony, but there are over 3,000 versions from all over the world.

You can get chicken soup with kreplach all year round—-just go to a Chinese restaurant and ask for won ton soup.

2023 :   The Wegman kosher department is now gone, but many kosher items are prepackaged and available, including chopped liver.

Tsai and her two sisters still work at Wegmans, and they and  Eileen  are truly “Wegwomen.”

 

PASSOVER SONG  “Eliyahu Hanavi” by Deborah Katchko-Gray.  It is about Elijah the Prophet who visits every Jewish home on Passover. The orthodox believe that Elijah comes to make sure all the males are circumcised.  We skip that part at our seder.

 

 

 

 

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NYC Macy's Day Parade. Nov. 28, 2013. A giant dreidel is shown. Photo is from the Times of Israel. By Tina Fineberg of AP.

NYC Macy’s Day Parade. Nov. 28, 2013. A giant dreidel is shown. Photo is from The Times of Israel. By Tina Fineberg of AP. ( Reposted from 2013 on BF)

From The Times of Israel:    “Jonathan Sarna, a professor of American Jewish History at Brandeis University and chief historian of the National Museum of American Jewish History in Philadelphia, said that despite its rarity, the connection between Hanukkah and Thanksgiving is much more natural than the more common seasonal convergence of Hanukkah and Christmas.”

“Thanksgiving is the most Jewish of American holidays,” Sarna told The Times of Israel. “It is centered on family and food, two motifs well-appreciated by Jews, and also celebrates giving thanks — a very Jewish notion.”

Menorah. Candles are lit each of 8 nights. The middle one lights the others. It is "the Festival of Lights."

The menorah holds the candles for the 8 nights of Hanukkah: “The Festival of Lights.” The middle candle lights the others.

Hanukkah began on Wednesday evening  (Nov.27) and will end after 8 days on Thursday evening (Dec 5).  A candle is lit each night until the menorah is full.

Orthodox Jews and children light the 4th candle in Jerusalem during last year's Hanukkah celebration. Photo is by AP and taken from Haaretz, an Israeli publication.

Orthodox Jews and children light the 4th candle in Jerusalem during last year’s Hanukkah celebration. Photo is by AP and taken from Haaretz, an Israeli publication.

The story of Hanukkah is mostly about the rededication of the Holy Temple which had been defiled by the Greek rulers around 167 BC. The Jews were prevented from practicing their religion, so a group (the Maccabees) revolted and reclaimed the Temple. The lights in the temple, powered by a limited amount of olive oil, lasted for 8 days instead of one, and this was considered to be a miracle.  Some sources say that the miracle also includes the unlikely military victory by the Maccabees. There is some debate ( a typical phenomenon) among Jews as to the exact significance of this holiday which is not mentioned in the Bible. Hannukah evolved after the Bible was created.

–Paul Goldfinger,  Editor @Blogfinger.

KENNY ELLIS from his album Hanukkah Swings.  This is a Latin version of “Ocho Kandelikas”    (eight candles).  Kenny sings this song in Ladino, a language that mixes Spanish with Hebrew.  It evolved during the time when many Jews lived in Spain and thrived under both Christian and  Muslim rule.  They were expelled in 1492 by King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella.

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Dennis Burlingame in Ocean Grove. Jan. 12, 2014. Paul Goldfinger photo ©

Dennis Burlingame in Ocean Grove. Jan. 12, 2014. Paul Goldfinger photo ©

By Paul Goldfinger , Editor @Blogfinger  (re-posted from Jan, 2014)

Dennis Burlingame was born on Mt. Tabor Way in Ocean Grove. The 58 year old school-bus dispatcher has been seeking treasure on the beaches around here for over thirty years. Now he lives in Neptune City, but today, like some sort of Jersey shore archeologist,  he was on the hunt with his metal detection gear on the beach in Ocean Grove.  You can find people who enjoy this hobby in different places such as old battlefields or historic camp grounds.

Dennis mostly hopes to find either coins or jewelry on the beaches of Monmouth and Ocean counties. Today he didn’t find much. I asked him if the prospect of tons of fresh sand on our beach might produce some  surprises like historic  coins or jewels from some sunken ship wreck, like Mel Fisher found when he discovered the wreck of the Atocha, the Spanish treasure ship, off Key West.  But no, I couldn’t fire up Dennis’ imagination . He said that all that sand from far out* would produce nothing that he would find interesting.

According to Dennis, the best beach for metal detecting  around here is Belmar because the beaches there are  big and attract large crowds. He does have fond memories of a diamond bracelet that he once recovered from the sand.  He also recalls the clammer in Barnegat Bay who lost overboard a gold bracelet with diamonds and rubies.  The man took a bottle and created a marker.  He then hired Dennis to find the bracelet, and Dennis was able to return that expensive item to the owner.

We met Dennis as he was walking off the beach to return to his 4-wheel-drive truck.  He said it was time to give up the quest for today. His roof at home was leaking, and that was #2 on his to-do list.

* FYI   The sand used for replenishment is being brought from out in the surf of Sandy Hook.

Dennis  does spend a great deal of time by the beautiful sea, as do some characters  depicted in this video from 1919 into the 1950’s in Atlantic  City.  If a certain bathing beauty catches your eye, just put your cursor on the image and click the pause symbol.  Then click the play symbol to resume.  —–PG     (a man once asked another, “What do you think of bathing beauties?”    The response, “I don’t know, I never bathed one.”)

And here is Jessica Molaskey with a more modern version:

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Wegmans (Ocean) cafe. Upstairs. By Paul Goldfinger ©

Wegmans (Ocean) cafe. Upstairs. By Paul Goldfinger 2014

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor, Blogfinger.net

When I was a kid in, let’s say 3rd grade, we never went on a single field trip.  How deprived I was.  But I did get to watch my Aunt Jean bake a cake once in her little kitchen in Bayonne, NJ.  She let me make my own little cake and stick it into the oven.  When it was done I ate it. It was lousy. But it was fun visiting her.

She also took me to the kosher meat market where they had chickens in cages. She picked one and then the  butcher slit its throat—the chicken’s, not his own.  He turned his back to me when he did it.   We took it home, and on her little kitchen table she took out all the insides and let me examine them.  That’s when I first decided to become a doctor. It  seems like a flimsy reason to choose a career.

When I went to the U. of Penn Medical School for an interview years later, I told the professor about Aunt Jean’s chicken–he was unimpressed.

Another family field trip was when  we would travel to Coney Island where I watched the bakers make knishes in big ovens at Shatzkin’s. The potato ones were best. That was a thrill—eating a knish fresh out of the oven.    The Coney food vendors on the street also boiled corn on the cob in big vats and, at Nathan’s,  I stood in a crowd four deep and got a hot dog and a paper cup  filled with just-fried crinkle cuts. So good—and not a word from anyone about saturated fat!

But today, I saw kids arriving at Wegmans for a field-trip—–a tour to experience food in the Wegmans way. It’s all very upscale. They visited the bakery where a lovely bakerette explained how to make bread.  They watched her pound the dough.  I like that part.

Then they saw the bagel lady slide a few dozen onion delights into the oven.  I was watching all this from the second floor cafe.  I go to Wegmans each morning for coffee and a custom bagel made just right for me by my friends at the bagel bakery.

All the kids got to wear those special Wegmans white hats  (see photo).  They reminded me of my Uncle Morris who lived on the Boulevard in Bayonne who would make me a hat like that out of newspapers.

So then all the kids  came upstairs to the cafe where I was having coffee.   They made noise and ran around, but I enjoyed seeing them. One little girl in a pink dress needed to scurry all over the place.   She had a great time.  Two others were sitting near me, opposite each other, and were play acting,  sort of like having tea and enjoying a grown-up conversation about eating bread.  “Should we have a bite of the bread now?”  asked one to the other.

Then I got back to my iPad and read the Times about something hopeless.  When I looked up,  all those little actors  had magically disappeared. They didn’t even leave me a hat.   It was quiet again, but I missed them.

–Paul Goldfinger, Editor@Blogfinger

 

MARIA MULDAUR

 

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Snaking our way into Delicious Orchards in Colts Neck. Paul Goldfinger photos ©

Snaking our way into Delicious Orchards in Colts Neck. a few days before Thanksgiving.     Paul Goldfinger photos :

 

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor  Blogfinger.net    2024.

Some years ago we used to buy Bell and Evans chickens at the Pathway Market in Ocean Grove, back when they had a resident butcher there. We liked those chickens, so Eileen decided to order a fresh B & E turkey this year  (2024) from Delicious Orchards.  We went there in the morning, a few days before turkey day  to pick up the bird and we found ourselves in a line of traffic on route 34, waiting to get into the store.

It took about 20 minutes to enter the crowded parking lot.  Once there we followed the line of cars and found a space way in the back. We walked towards the entrance, and it was quickly evident that we would not be able to get in right away.

A huge line outside had formed, wrapping around  and heading back towards the highway. It didn’t seem too bad until we wound up in a tent-like space (above) where people were snaking their way, Disney-style.

The snake kept coiling and uncoiling,  and it was weird the way people were simultaneously walking toward you and away from you, all the while heading to the same place.   We spent about 30 minutes on line  and then we entered the store where people were dispersing in every direction.

 

The pie department. Boxes piled high. By Wednesday, there will be a pie line.

The incredible  pie department.  By Wednesday there will be a long pie line.

Inside, the pies were piled high. They are known for pies.  Pie specialists were on duty. We picked up two pies: pumpkin and apple.

Our turkey was waiting for us in the meat department. It is a young bird, 10 pounds, wearing its logo proudly.  Bell and Evans turkeys are grown in Pennsylvania Dutch country  where the business has been  for over 120 years.  Their turkeys are supposed to be “natural,” bred for slower growing and bigger breasts  and not injected like Butter Balls. (Yes, I am considering a joke here, but never mind.  So more white meat means less fat and calories.  But we were actually thinking “tastes better.”   You can’t worry about fat and calories on Thanksgiving.    That’s why they call it Thanksgiving.

 

Check out . We found a good aisle at the end of the row.

Check out . Look at all the pie boxes.   We  waited in their  crowded checkout area (above.) But there were many aisles which made it all move quickly.  We made it to a cashier;  I asked our Delicious Orchards bagger, a pretty  young lady with long red hair, how things were going. “It’s a madhouse,” she said.

 

 I replied,  ” I  have seen real madhouses, and this is no madhouse.”

“Does everyone in your family have red hair?” I asked her.

She smiled and said, “My four brothers work here also, and they all have red hair.”  She wished me a happy holiday as she resumed filling a bag with groceries for the next customer.

On the way out they gave us a small cup of excellent hot cider, and we bought one of their cider donuts. I ate about 80% of it.–Eileen slowly finished her part, savoring every crumb.  When we lived in Chester, we would go to Hackelbarney Farm—basically a country store in the middle of an apple orchard. Go there and you can watch them make cider, and the donuts and pies are famous. It’s worth a drive into beautiful Morris County.

Then it took about 15 minutes to get from the parking lot out to Rt. 34 again.  The whole experience  lasted about one hour, not counting the car trip and time spent drinking cider in the parking lot.

I asked Eileen, “Will you do this again next year?”

She said, “I don’t think so.”

But we had fun going for our turkey. We experienced a special event filled with hope as everyone was there preparing for a wonderful American tradition.  It was actually a good time—good vibes–and hopefully an extra good turkey.

As we drove off I said to Eileen, “Let’s not decide now about next year. Let’s taste the turkey first.”

NOTE:   2025  and we will still repeat this ritual.

 

JAMIROQUAI.   From the soundtrack of the movie “Valentine’s Day.” (crank up the volume a bit)

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Nagle's in Ocean Grove, NJ. 2015. By Jean Bredin, Blogfinger staff. ©

Nagle’s in Ocean Grove, NJ. 2015. By Jean Bredin, Blogfinger staff. © Do you want to keep our town or lose it??

 

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger

 

For several years Jack Bredin has been following the goings on at the Township Committee meetings regarding the North End Redevelopment Plan. He would get up at the meetings and challenge the situation, but, except for being annoying, he was disregarded. But evidently, his concerns were noted, and on 3 or 4 occasions he was approached by Committeemen who said, “Jack, you’re the only one who cares about this thing.”

Jack was also approached by members of the OG Homeowner’s Ass. who told him that he didn’t know what he was talking about.

But Jack does know due to his vast experiences with Land Use Law fighting developers along the Palisades who wanted to put high rises up overlooking the Hudson River, destroying the views of those who had been there for ages.

Jack Bredin speaks up for Ocean Grove at a past HOA meeting. Paul Goldfinger photo. ©

Jack Bredin speaks up for Ocean Grove at a past HOA meeting. Paul Goldfinger photo. ©

Now Blogfinger has joined forces with Jack, Kevin and others who are outraged over the abuses of Neptune Township Committeemen and expert advisors.

We have an opportunity now for our citizens to show the  new Committee that Jack isn’t the only one “who cares.”

We would like all of our readers to share the Blogfinger articles about the North End and the Park View Inn and other matters that you might agree with. At the bottom of each post on BF is a button that says “Email’   Just send hundreds or thousands of emails to each Committeeman and please put your real names..

You can also send your personal views to them in the form of letters and emails.

Go to Neptunetownship.org and click on “contact us” to find the email addresses of the 4 known Committeemen. We will soon learn the identities of the other two.

JACK TEAGARDEN   “Stars Fell on Alabama.”

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Torro Shoe Repair and Leather Works. Ft. Myers, Fla. Torro Shoe Repair and Leather Works. Ft. Myers, Fla.  By Paul Goldfinger © 2015.

 

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger

 

I went into the Torro  Shoe Repair and Leather Works shop on McGregor Blvd. in Fort Myers, Florida, not far from the Edison and Ford estates.  The sign in the window offered cheerleading and kick boxing lessons. Inside, it was a small space with several machines to fix shoes and the sort of disarray that only occurs in places where artists or craftsmen work.

Somehow old-time shoe repair shops  like this survive because some leather items are too good to be disposable. My belt came from Pennsylvania via Bill’s Khaki’s, and I needed two holes added.

This is not a belt to throw away when the size needs adjusting. I’m a sucker for handmade items that have patina, enduring parts, mechanical mechanisms, and classy old-fashioned  styling, so this is the ad from Bill’s that got me to purchase their English bridle leather belt with a stainless steel buckle—this belt had “meaning:”

For years, customers have asked us to make a belt that goes perfectly with our khakis and jeans. But making a belt just for the sake of it wasn’t compelling… the belt had to have meaning. Then we found Floyd, a second generation Amish harness maker whose workshop lies deep in the remote mountains of Pennsylvania. This belt was our first collaborative effort. The end result explains why we went to such great lengths to bring these belts to you.”   

I never met the Torro craftsman who fixed my belt at the rate of $2.00 per hole.  I imagined him to be old-world, perhaps Italian, in his manner, wearing a soiled apron that was tinted by hundreds of cans of shoe polish—-the kind that you had to rub into the shoe.  I thought he might have Puccini playing on the radio.   But he never materialized , and there was no music.

Instead,  a pretty, slender, young  blond woman came out from the back. She had no patina or other signs of aging or handmade workmanship, but she did have style. Maybe she was the kick boxing instructor.

Anyhow she told me to leave the belt and come back later.  I said, “Don’t I get a ticket or something?”    She said, ” I just handed it to you.”  Uh oh, my cover was blown.  I was so busy being distracted that a tiny orange ticket wound up in my shirt pocket.  On it it said only “2 holes.”

Did I feel loved at Torro?  Not really, but I did enjoy the visit. And my pants no longer tend to drift south.

 

PINK MARTINI from their album “Hang On Little Tomato.”

 

 

 

 

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Parmagiano cheese wheel at Mario's Italian market in Fort Myers, Fla. 1/27/16. Blogfinger.net photo. ©

Parmigiano cheese wheel at Mario’s Italian market in Fort Myers, Fla. 1/27/17. Blogfinger.net photo. ©

 

By Eileen Goldfinger and Paul Goldfinger,  Editors  @Blogfinger.net.  Photography by Eileen Goldfinger.

 

If you think that you can’t get authentic Italian cuisine in Florida, you haven’t visited Mario’s Meat Market and Deli in Fort Myers (southwest Fla).  This remarkable food store has customers taking numbers and  lining up at the counter where you can get incredible breads, meats, sauces, homemade sausage, cheeses, wines, desserts, and custom sandwiches.

For example, one of their specialty heros is called  “The Italian” and consists of salami, pepperoni, capicola, provolone, lettuce, tomato, onion, hot peppers, oil and vinegar on a superb role with sesame seeds.   Some people can’t wait to get home, so they chow down at tables arranged outside.

The people at the counter were remarkably helpful and cheerful.  Some of them are professional cooks, so they will tell you how to prepare, for example , an authentic meat dish “braciole.”

We were there picking up supplies for an Italian dinner that Eileen was planning and we stumbled on a “rare” culinary event.  Representatives from a large cheese manufacturer (“Leone”) from the mountainous Verona region of Italy were preparing to “open” one of their huge wheels.  They were readying a parmigiano cheese called Monte Veronese, made from cow’s milk,  specially prepared for Mario’s.

 

Getting ready to open the wheel. Mike Tuccillo (sales manager for Leone L.) Mario Pica store owner, Gabriele Leone R.) © Blogfinger.net photo. Ft. Myers, Fla. 1/27/17

Getting ready to open the wheel. Mike Tuccillo (sales manager for Leone L.) Mario Pica (store owner,) and  Gabriele Leone R.) © Blogfinger.net photo. Ft. Myers, Fla. 1/27/17

What was unique about this wheel was that it had been aged for five years, much longer than most cheeses from that northeast region where much of the Italian cheese-making occurs.  The storage facility is kept at 80% humidity and 61 degrees F.

No one knows how long wheels have been the motif for storing cheese, but this variety has been made for nearly 900 years.  To open the wheel requires great skill and experience if it is done in the traditional way—- manually with knives.  Usually they use machines.

Gabriele Leone, the owner of the Leone company, brought out some special tools.  He worked very carefully, but after watching this demonstration, I was amazed that he still has all his fingers. He was cheered on by the company’s bilingual American representative Mike Tuccillo and by Mario Pica, the owner of this remarkable store.

 

Eileen Goldfinger photo. Blogfinger.net 1/27/17 ©

Eileen Goldfinger photo. Blogfinger.net 1/27/17 ©

 

When he finally opened the wheel, it was a very special event and the performance received a round of applause.  Then Gabriele began to offer chunks of the parmigiano, which is a hard cheese that tends to crumble. It is usually sold as wedges or grated.  It should be stored in the refrigerator where it can last for up to 6 months. If a little mold begins to appear, just cut it off.  We tried some, and it was delicious:  fragrant and tasty.

 

Photo by Eileen Goldfinger. Blogfinger.net/ 1/27/17 ©

Photo by Eileen Goldfinger. Blogfinger.net/ 1/27/17 ©

 

Mike explained that the company is beginning to export their unique aged products to America.  Thanks to Mike, Gabriele and Mario for giving Blogfinger access to this very special event.

 

DEAN MARTIN:

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Internet photo 2014.

 

Comment 2014  from Anonymoose:     “This is to the person who hopes people move out of town after the assessment*….Be careful what you wish for…Those moving in are using their homes as rentals properties …3/4 of the town is for rent… You just might get the other 1/4 rented too!”

Anonymoose is referring  to a prior commenter* who said that rising real estate taxes could be a good thing if it stimulated the owners of derelict houses to sell.

His assertion  that 75% of OG houses are rental properties seems absurd, and Anonymoose did not identify the source of that statement.  No one should accept what he says without verification. However  it is being posted here as a stimulus to learn more about the issue of rentals in the Grove.

I actually thought that there were less rental properties due to the trend of new owners whose properties are second homes that are actually used by the owners.

If there is anyone out there from the real estate community  who can tell us what percent of residences in the Grove is for rent, please let us know. Or perhaps some of you out there who pay attention to real estate in town might have an idea.

This issue re renters  is now active again in 2024, 10 years later because of a proposed Neptune ordinance regarding short term rentals–see Letter to the Editor 4/07/24  below where the writer said,  “I was on a zoom meeting with over 80 home owners for 1.5+ hours. People are very concerned about this new law and the possibility of it passing tomorrow night with little input from community. “

Be sure to read the comments here.   None so far with the letter.  If you have a comment about this, please email me at Blogfinger@verizon.net.   You can also search for our posts about Airbnb’s.

Paul Goldfinger, Editor Blogfinger

 

BILLY JOEL    “Movin’ Out”

 

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Scene from Key Largo with Lauren Bacall (age 24) and Humphrey Bogart. Scene from Key Largo with Lauren Bacall (age 24) and Humphrey Bogart.

BERTIE HIGGINS:

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Lovely old house along Bridlemere Avenue. It is likely to be worth a mere million Interlaken bucks. Paul Goldfinger photo Nov. 2013.   Blogfinger.net  Click to enlarge.

 

 

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger

 

This is the third time we have posted something about Interlaken, New Jersey, a .4 square mile borough near Asbury Park and just about 10 minutes from Ocean Grove.

I like to drive through that town. It is picturesque and feels like the English countryside. It has a quiet elegance, and there is water on two sides  (north and south)—branches of Deal Lake.

Interlaken is north of Asbury Park Interlaken is north of Asbury Park.

 

Its history is fascinating.  It was bought from the Lenni Lenape Indians and became a farm. A well-traveled doctor (probably a plastic surgeon)  purchased over 300 acres of the farm and proceeded to turn it into a town in the late 1800’s.

At first it was part of Ocean Township  (like Ocean Grove), but in 1922 it seceded and became an independent borough.  Curiously, Ocean Grove became a borough in 1925, but it lost its designation because of the”blue laws”—talk about the blues in the night.  Ouch!

Interlaken means “between lakes” and is named after a town in Switzerland which is between two lakes. For that matter, Ocean Grove is between two lakes, but somehow the ocean trumped the lakes in naming OG.

The street names are fascinating, because the avenues are named after English lakes, while the cross streets are named after—-you’ll never guess—islands in the Hebrides (in the Irish Sea.)  So if you drive through that town, you will see street signs that say, “Buttermere, Bridlemere, Bendermere, Grassmere and Windermere.”  I guess “mere” means  “lake.”

But if you think that the homes there are merely Victorians or Colonials, guess again. They tend to be beautiful grand manor houses like they have by the lakes in Switzerland or, perhaps like some along the Irish Sea.

 

Another cottage for two along Bridelmere Avenue Another cottage for two along Bridlemere Avenue. Blogfinger photo. click left

 

The town in 2010 had 820 people according to the census. It is more white than Ocean Grove having 0% African Americans. But it does have .49% Native Americans which means half of a Lenni Lenape—so it’s a guy named Lenni who lives on Buttermere.  Actually it seems that there are 4 Native Americans in Interlaken, so those 4 should demand a casino in that town.

Below is a link to a prior BF post  about Interlaken, which amounts to a total of one Blogfinger post for every 270 Interlakers.  I wonder if they have a town musical instrument called the “Interlakenspiel” which you play with a mallet while standing between those two arms of Deal Lakenmere while the Interlakers engage in beer drinking and merrymaking.

 

Here is the Jagersburger March from an album called:  “German Beer Drinking and Merrymaking Songs” by the Munich Meistersingers

 

Blogfinger Interlaken link one

 

Link two:

https://wp.me/pqmj2-pXs

 

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Dith Pran by Charlotte Pritchard. Undated. ©

Dith Pran by Charlotte Pritchard. 2007 . Blogfinger.net. Posted 2014.

By Ocean Grover Charlotte Pritchard :

“Do you recognize this former frequent Ocean Grove visitor?

“Dith Pran loved our boardwalk. I once watched a grandmother ask him to take a photo of herself and her grandchildren on the pier: seeing that he had his usual collection of long lenses, she handed him her little point-and-shoot camera. He had trouble figuring out which little button to push. We laughed about his clumsiness with the tiny camera as he handed it back to her. She walked away happy, utterly unaware that her photo had just been taken by the NYTimes photographer and anti-genocide activist whose early years as a war photographer were the basis for  a movie—“The Killing Fields.” This photo was taken about a year before he died in 2008.”

charlotte

Editor’s note:  Yes Charlotte, I also met Dith Pran one day on the OG boardwalk, near the Pavilion.  I recognized him, and we spoke briefly;   I photographed him as he photographed others.  He seemed like a gentle and kind man, and I remember wondering if anybody else on the boards that day recognized him.

As Charlotte points out, he was a Cambodian journalist  who showed great courage during the Khmer Rouge genocide in the 1970’s.   He barely survived his ordeal, and many members of his family perished during that era.   The movie describes his relationship to Sydney Schamberg, the New York Times reporter covering that story.

I knew that Pran often was assigned to  Ocean Grove when the Times wanted some shots from here.  Given his amazing story (obtain “The Killing Fields” if you haven’t seen it.)      I always thought that it was wonderful that he became a photographer for the NY Times .

Here is the NYT obit. from 2008.  Pran died of cancer at age 65.  He had been living in New Jersey.

NY Times Dith Pran obit. 2008

Movie Trailer from “The Killing Fields:”

——Paul Goldfinger, photography editor  @Blogfinger

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Ocean Grove menorah. The eighth night of Hanukkah.   December 23, 2014. By Paul and Eileen Goldfinger. ©

Ocean Grove menorah. The eighth night of Hanukkah.  Image  of  Florence and Bernie Harkavy by Paul and Eileen Goldfinger.   The happy couple are Eileen’s parents–American born in Brooklyn, NY.

 

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.  re-post from 2014 original version.

Today, Dec  7, 2023, is the first night of Hanukkah when the first candle is lit.  Here is my brief version of the real meaning of Hanukkah.

It is not the Jewish Christmas, nor is it primarily about a miracle of the oil , nor does the name “Festival of Lights” accurately describe the point of it all either.

To understand what Hanukkah is really about, you need to focus on a brief moment in history. The year was 168 B.C. The Greek Seleucid empire ruled in Syria, while the Egyptians ruled in the Holy Land.   The Greeks drove out the Egyptians and introduced a Hellenistic life style to the region.

Jews had lived in the Holy Land since the time of King David   (1,000 BCE ), and much of the time they were able to practice their religion, but the Greeks wanted to ban the Jewish religious customs and convert everyone to a Greek way of life.

A rebellion occurred led by a Jewish guerrilla army called the Maccabees (means “hammer”.)  A three year war ensued, and the Jewish fighters won back their religion and the rule over their country.

Fast forward to the late 19th century in Europe where oppressed diaspora Jews decided to press for their greatest wish—-a return as pioneers to Israel. This Zionist movement drew inspiration from the Maccabees and they trained while in Europe to become fighters.  When the early Zionists made their way back to Israel, they worked the fields with hoes in their hands and rifles on their backs.

In 1948, when the State of Israel was restored, the new Israeli armed forces beat the odds and defeated the invading Arab armies. They were inspired not only by the Maccabees but by the horrors of the Holocaust including the courageous defense of the Warsaw Ghetto, and they swore, “Never again!”  They would become a formidable defensive force. To this day they are called the IDF—Israel Defense Force.

IDF women. Internet photo

IDF women. Internet photo

So Hanukkah is about having the will to fight for religious and national freedom. And that Hanukkah spirit is at play again today as the Israelis face an existential threat in the Middle East.

Hanukkah is  a minor Jewish holiday, but, putting aside the candles, the gifts, the dreidels (spinning tops,) and the latkes (potato holiday pancakes,) there is a heart and soul to the holiday which is about freedom through strength, faith, and courage.

KENNY ELLIS:  Ocho Kandelikas  (8 candles)

And, something more contemporary:    MATISYAHU

Matisyahu. Internet photo.

Matisyahu. Internet photo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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