“My Garden State, I’m so proud of you”
Brought a tear to my eye....
Does anyone else remember Edna Mohr’s song (c.1959),
My Garden State. It begins, “A trout stream rushing down a mountain side,…” This little ditty was popular throughout the southern Pines during the 1960s. In tiny two- and four-roomers, ancient schoolmarms, pre-glacial relicts, belted out old-timey tunes on classroom pianos. Even in high school, a year of New Jersey history was prerequisite for graduation. Jerseyman Clubs, school historical associations, were popular venues even with the cool kids.
Ben, you’d be surprised at how many people Down Jersey, with sand-in-shoes, still truly appreciate this place. The earlier cited Jersey tune ended on a rather bizarre impassioned pledge that we so innocently took to heart, “When I am far from hone, I always get that yearning, that aching homesick feeling that is forever burning, burning. No other place on earth will ever do! My Garden State, I’m so proud of you.”
“So what’s so funny about New Jersey?” my old Rutgers professor MA Rockland would ask. After a litany of Jersey jokes, he proudly concluded, “I’m from New Jersey.” Hokey, Mohr’s song certainly was, but so were NJN’s
Uncle Floyd Show and Jean Shepard’s
Shepard’s Pie (ah, we have crust). A quick check on the net indicates a copy of My Garden State exists at the Atlantic County Library, for the more adventuresome aficionados of obscure Jerseyana. Gabe, you game for
Lines on the Pines if I retrieve a copy?
Spung