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Great Auditorium. Music of the Spirit concert. August 26, 2018. Paul Goldfinger photograph ©  Click to enlarge.

By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger.net


The video below is from the final part of this 6 part composition—Songs of Faith.   It is called “Where Moses Stood.” This section includes choir, organ, brass and percussion.  The words from the last two stanzas are:

“Oh, Mary, oh Mary, oh Mary. No! No! No! No! No! No!

“Don’t you weep and don’t you mourn.

“If I could, I surely would stand on the rock where Moses stood.

“Pharaoh’s army got drownded, oh, Mary, don’t you weep, don’t you mourn.”




August 26, 2018.  Ocean Grove, New Jersey.

The Songs of Faith is like an exciting 6 chapter short-story book that unfolds with beauty, grace, emotions, unexpected plot twists, and wonderful melodies.  Each part captures your mind  in a way that as each one draws to a close, you wish it would stay a bit longer but you also anticipate the next surprise.

Composer Gwyneth Walker borrows from time-worn hymns and gospel tunes while punctuating them with lively and modern hooks and tempos.

It is a great privilege for the audience last night that this piece was performed in the Great Auditorium of Ocean Grove, and the OG Camp Meeting Association deserves high praise for their willingness to sponsor such an original commission, in association with the Summit Music Festival in Summit, New Jersey.  And to present this production at no cost is remarkable indeed.

The presentation included the 120 voice OG Choir, the MidAtlantic Brass Ensemble with percussion, Gordon Turk on the Hope-Jones Organ, and soloists including Monica Ziglar (soprano) Katherine Pracht (Mezzo-Soprano,) Justin Beck (Baritone Soloist) and Ronald Naldi  (Tenor Soloist.)

Jason Tramm conducting.

They were all marvelous, and JoAnnn Lamolino (trumpet soloist in Part 4) was so good with her rendition of “Were You There” performed with Gordon Turk that she received an expansive round of applause–well worth the acclaim.

After the concert, I bumped into soloists Ronald Naldi and Justin Beck walking briskly outside, on the dark tent side of the Auditorium.  Beck was already in shorts, while Naldi had loosened his tie.  They were chatting amiably and smiling as they downed some well-earned soft drinks.

As they breezed by I  told them that their concert was terrific, but their smiles and pace indicated that they knew the event was a success—and so it was.

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Dec. 31, 2017.  By James Calder © Special to Blogfinger. Ocean Grove, NJ.

From  James:   “Here is a shot of my wife Melissa Calder and daughter Maisie Calder on the O.G. Pier, New Years Eve. I love starting and ending every year in Ocean Grove.”





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Ocean Grove, undated. By Moe Demby, Blogfinger staff. ©

THE TEMPOS  from the film American Graffiti:

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Auditorium Square Park, one summer night. Ocean Grove. c 2013. Paul Goldfinger photo. Click to enlarge


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OG 1903. Mrs. Wilhelm named her summer cottage (shown in photo) "Martha." Now you know where Muriel's manure pile came from. Photo from Wayne T. Bell's Images of America: Ocean Grove. ©

OG 1903. Mrs. M. Wilhelm (in the buggy) named her summer cottage (shown in photo) “Martha.” Now you know where Muriel’s smokey icy manure pile came from, although some years later. Photo from Wayne T. Bell’s Images of America: Ocean Grove. ©

By Muriel Wilson:

I was born in 1928 at the southwest end of Ocean Grove. A block away there were two billboards on the very end of Inskip Avenue. The favorite playground in the area was behind the billboards – piles of large discarded blocks of street curbing which had been haphazardly thrown there – wonderful climbing opportunities.

My question is, does anyone remember what the billboards advertised?

In addition to our “mountains” to explore, there was often a pond there where apparently Fletcher Lake once extended. It was unfortunately also the spot where the horse manure was stored. When iced over in the winter, it was a great place to “slide”, if you were not so unfortunate as to fall through the thin ice.

One block over, there was a mound of ashes to ascend,which ruined any leather shoes completely and was off limits.

Editor’s note:   Thanks to Muriel  for sharing her memory with Blogfinger.  As for the billboard, perhaps it advertised shovels.  —PG

PAUL SIMON   “Slip Sliding Away”

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