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Travel: The Sea of Galilee and St. Peter’s Fish

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Visiting Israel to see the Christian sites must involve visiting the beautiful, serene, placid area around the Sea of Galilee where Christ began his three years of public ministry and performed many miracles. Visiting the sites with three priests made it possible to attend Mass and the historic churches and sites built and revered over the grounds that Christ walked more than 2,000 years ago.

Our first mass was in Tabgha, in the Church of the Multiplication of the Loaves and Fish, on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, a church built in 1930 by Benedictine brothers on the site of two earlier churches.

 

As with many churches and other buildings in Israel, the building has a long history of venerations and destructions by numerous nations and religions, the Byzantines, Persians, and many others over the centuries, in some cases, even before Christ’s time.

 

Today, at the Church of the Multiplication, the altar is constructed over a block of limestone found during an earlier excavation and venerated as the stone on which Christ served the meal to 5,000 or more from the two loaves and seven fishes of a youngster in the crowd listening to His message. As wonderful and meaningful as that is, the fifth century mosaics, Christian art, depicting birds and fish, and the mosaic in front of the altar of the two fish flanking a basket of bread are also striking and memorable.

 

An afternoon boat ride on the Sea itself was light-hearted, fun, and far more commercial than the church and monastery visits that were made throughout the tour. Sailing on the water when Christ recruited his first disciples was especially meaningful to the bayshore visitors who appreciate hardworking fishermen and watermen, and listening to live music from a friendly group, singing along, and joining in dance made a delightful afternoon under glorious sunshine. The heart is picturesque, heart-shaped and fed by the Jordan River; today, with very little changing in appearance of either the lake or surrounding area from 2,00 years ago, it serves as a reservoir for Israel. The Israelis in charge of the entertaining on the little boat made it clear they love Americans and welcome them at every chance…..it’s something to hear the US national anthem while enjoying a mini-cruise on the Sea of Galilee in Israel!

 

We also visited St Peter’s Primacy, a modern church built in 1933 over the remains of a 4th century church; a projection of limestone rock in front of the altar, known as Mensa Christi, or table of Christ, is regarded as the site where Christ prepared a meal for his apostles and named Peter to head His church. The church is located in Capernaum, a town that archeologists have dated back 2,000 years before Christ, and where Christians believe brothers Peter and Andrew, brothers James and John and tax collector Matthew, all Apostles, lived.

 

This is the town where Jesus performed many miracles, including curing Peter’s mother-in-law, casting out demons, and curing an official’s son. The ruins of an ancient temple tell stories of their own about the rich and long history of this very unique country in the middle of a barren desert. The town is one of the few that is mentioned in the Gospels of all four Evangelists, and is known as the town of Jesus because of the time He spent there during the last three years of His life.

 

An absolute must for tourists in the area is a sampling of St. Peter’s Fish, though it’s up for discussion whether the fish actually lives in the Sea of Galilee.

 

The delicacy is mindful of the New Testament story about St. Peter, the fisherman, being asked if Christ paid the temple tax. In response, Christ told Peter to go fishing, and when Peter caught a fish, it had a silver coin in its mouth, enough to pay the temple tax for both Jesus and Peter.

 

Today, however, there are about 20 different species of fish in the Sea, and of those, only about half could possibly be the kind Peter caught. Of those, popular belief is it’s a barbel that Peter caught, a bottom feeder that fishermen have for centuries, caught on a baited hook.

 

Regardless of the story or the specific type of fish, we all enjoyed a wonderful luncheon of St. Peter’s fish, which in actuality tastes a lot like tilapia, served in the traditional style: deep fried, on the bone, with slices of lemon. We enjoyed the luncheon in a relaxed setting at long tables facing the water and captivated by the scores of sea gulls who came up to the open windows to feast on the remains waiters tossed out for them.

 

In the evening, back at the Restal Hotel in Tiberius, our buffet dinner included everything from fresh vegetables, served both hot and gold, tilapia, chicken, desserts and fruits…apples, tangerines, pears and oranges. An evening stroll around the town below the hotel showed plenty of happy shoppers, lots of little eateries with arrays of fresh vegetables and condiments offered tapas style, and little coffee shops for lattes, wines, beer, and friendship. Closing out the evening seated in comfortable chairs in front of the hotel and soaking up clean, refreshing warm air and soft breezes among friends gave us all time to appreciate everything Israel has to offer.

Travel-Carlisle Pennsylvania

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I wrote this in 2017 when I was in my one-woman battle to have the Medal of Honor earned by Pvt. Thomas Fallon of Freehold during the CIvil War returned to its rightful owners rather than being displayed, wrongfully, as a Medal of Honor earned by another outstanding military hero at Dickinson College. I was joined in my battle by Congressman Chris Smith after the Army declined to return it to Freehold, and then by Glen Cashin who is the rigthful keeper of this highest award given to a military hero. The Medal of Honor is now in Cashin’s family and they have generously given in on loan to the Monmputh County Historical Association for their exhibition on New Jersey’s Bruce Springsteen. Springsteen is also a descendant of the Fallon family and can claim, rightfully so, relationship to a hero of an earlier era.

 

CARLISLE, PA. It’s only a three-hour car trip along beautiful roads especially at this time of year, but for historians who like to expand their knowledge of people whose names became known through Monmouth County connections, this is a neat little community with pleasant people, lots of great restaurants, and charming B&Bs at reasonable prices.

Carlisle, located in Cumberland County about 20 miles west of Harrisburg, the state capital, dates to the 1700s when John Armstrong laid out a plan for the city to accommodate the Scot-Irish who settled in the area to farm the land. It’s about five miles in size with just under 20,000 residents and is named for its sister city in England, also located in Cumberland.

For Monmouth Countians, probably the most famous name associated with Carlisle is Molly Pitcher, the legend of the Battle of Monmouth who carried water for the cannons and soldiers when her husband was injured during this turning point of the Revolution. She died in Carlisle in 1832 and is buried in the local cemetery, her monument large and imposing complete with cannon and surrounded by fencing. Almost adjacent to the cemetery is the Molly Pitcher Brewery where any number of brews with fascinating names like Cannonball Kolsch, Redcoat, Patriot Pale Ale, Black Powder Stout and The Minuteman remind visitors of Molly’s days of fame. There’s also the 1794 Whiskey Rebellion restaurant, highlighting the day when President George Washington himself led his troops to squash the insurrection of farmers from Pennsylvania and New Jersey who objected to the whiskey tax. The rebels left before any encounter with the troops, but the tax was not repealed until Thomas Jefferson became President.

Every Wednesday through December, there’s also a terrific Farmer’s Market set up in the heart of town, where you can purchase numerous products from the Amish, like pickled beets and Cole slaw, along with great cheeses; other booths offer unique varieties including Alpaca fur products, salmon from Alaska and fresh produce.

It’s also a great area for wineries, and the Castleriff in the heart of town offers daily wine tastings, and great company.

The city is also home to Dickinson College, named by Benjamin Rush after the Pennsylvania delegate to the Continental Congress who declined to sign the Declaration of Independence. President James Buchanan, the nation’s only bachelor President, is also an alumnus of Dickinson, despite almost being kicked out for bad behavior before being given a second chance at finishing his education.

And it’s in the Museum at the college where there is a Medal of Honor which had been given to a Freehold resident for his service in the Civil War. The Medal of Honor received by the Freehold resident, Pvt. Thomas Fallon, doesn’t honor the Freehold tailor and father of three children, but rather is being used to show the type of Medal of Honor that a Dickinson College alumnus earned during the Civil War.

Nor is there any indication the Medal of Honor on display belongs to our local hero. Rather, the sign simply denotes it was given to Cornelius King to replace the one he had received, also during the Civil War. Of course, that isn’t true either. The Medal of Honor earned by Pvt. Fallon was given to Dickinson College, not General King, in 1957, long after both Civil War heroes had died. In making the presentation to the College named for a non-signer of the Declaration of Independence, the Army simply said they gave the College the honor at their archivist’s request because “among the few old medals on hand we have found one which is of the appropriate type.” The Medal of Honor, our nation’s highest and most esteemed honor for a military person, was ‘salvaged’ the Army said. But there is no indication from where, how, or when it was ‘salvaged,’ or whether in fact any effort had been taken to locate a descendant of the true recipient of this great national honor. It was just one of “a few old medals on hand.” The Congressional Medal of Honor!

Just outside of town is the U.S Army Heritage Education Center and Carlisle Barracks, where Washington went to review the troops for that Whiskey Rebellion. Today it is an outstanding museum with displays, information and artifacts from every war in which the Army has participated from the Civil War to the present. The Barracks is part of the US Army Training and Doctrine Command and the site of the Army’s War College. It’s also the second oldest still active military base in the nation and, had Washington had his way, would have been the site for the Military Academy now at West Point. The Archives has a wealth of information on another famous New Jerseyan, Civil War General Philip Kearny, the same general who recommended Pvt. Fallon for his Congressional Medal of Honor.

Hotels and B&Bs in town look inviting and charming, but even more so is an 18th century B&B set on 1,500 acres of land complete with a handful of horses and rolling hills. The Fallen Tree Farm B&B is minutes from the heart of Carlisle as well as the quaint village of Boiling Springs, a 19th century settlement complete with ironworks stables, an iron furnace, grist mill, and walking tours past great historic homes. B&B Hosts Kim and Brent Hanlin, along with their daughters, give you the privacy you want in a luxurious retreat but the warmth and friendliness of the community..to say nothing of terrific breakfasts including poached pears and caramelized Texas grapefruit before servings of homemade pastries and breads.

Dava Grametbauer … The Night Before Christmas

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No Ones Talking

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ATL. HIGHLANDS – Independent candidates for Borough Council Zack Brown and Morgan Spicer have withdrawn from the Oct. 18 debate sponsored by the League of Women Voters, cancelling that possibility among the six candidates vying for the two seats open on council in the Nov. 2. Election.

In their letter to the League of Women Voters, the two candidates wrote:

 

We are saddened that the Republican candidates have withdrawn from this debate. Morgan Spicer and I were excited when we believed all six candidates were participating, and we have been preparing eagerly.

 

Our feeling from the beginning has been that the purpose of this forum is to educate the residents of town about our campaigns, and give them a chance to ask us questions about issues that are important to them. We continue to feel this is only possible with all 6 candidates participating.

 

As the Republican candidates have confirmed that will not be possible we no longer feel that our participation in this debate is in the best interest of our campaign, or the residents of our Atlantic Highlands.

 

We greatly appreciate your time, energy, and passion for our democracy. Therefore, we have sent a $100.00 donation so those efforts were not in vain.. We are grateful for the opportunity and deeply sad that we feel we must now respectfully decline the offer to participate in this forum.

 

We continue to believe that a forum with all 6 candidates present is in the best interest of our community, and if the other campaigns can find a mutually agreeable arrangement, we will be there.

 

Regretfully,

Zack Brown & Morgan Spicer

The two Republican candidates, incumbent Council President James Murphy and Ellen O’Brien, had advised the League earlier this week they would not participate in the debate based on discussions they had with members of the league and their belief there was no acceptable protection in place for several terms of the debate as set forth by the League. With only the two Democratic candidates agreeing to the debate, the League has now canceled the Oct. 18 event.

State of the Twin Lights

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Yes, it really is a Vegetable!

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Cucumbers. What do we really know about them? Sure, they’re a summer vegetable, but they are so inexpensive and available all year round, we really ought to incorporate them in our menus more often.

And yes, cucumbers are really a vegetable even though their nearest relatives are pumpkins and watermelon. There are only two kinds of cukes, the pickling kind, which have some bumps on the outside and are smaller, and the eating kind, which are just delicious, low in calories and full. Actually, about 95 per cent full of water. Which means eating about a cup of sliced cukes gives your body as much fluid as a full glass of water. But they have more than water, in that they have a decent, though not huge, supply of vitamins A and K and a perfect blend of vitamins, minerals and more importantly oxidants. They originated in India, but cucumbers are pretty much in every homeowners back yard garden because they are easy to grow.

Cucumbers are great in all kinds of salad, but ingenious and design some of your own. Because their taste is not overwhelming, they blend well with almost anything. Try a salad of diced cucumber and sliced strawberries, for instance, or simply dice or slice them in any salad. For something fancier, scoop out the innards, and make attractive little salad boats out of cucumbers, filling the boats with a tuna or chicken salad, or chop up the scooped out cuke meat and mix with chopped up lettuce, onions and celery, and mix it with olive oil before refilling the boat. For something unique, blend together creamed cheese, chopped bacon pieces, lettuce and tomato for another unusual taste treat. Be creative, throw in some pecans, grapes or cranberries. Again, because cucumbers have a mild taste, it’s fun to blend them with other fruits and vegetables.

Here’s one recipe, though for Cukes and Garbanzos, which has added benefits in fighting macular degeneration because of those garbanzo beans.

 

Cukes and Beans

1 can Garbanzo beans, washed and drained

1 Cup chopped feta cheese

1 Cup chopped red onion

½ Cup salad dressing ( or olive oil)

Some chopped fresh dill.

1 large Cucumber, diced

Simply mix them all together, serve, and enjoy!

A Mustard Seed is All You Need

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If you’re planting a vegetable garden this spring, you might want to consider trying some mustard seeds for a pretty little herb that is so beneficial to eye care. Like its cousins yellow fruits and vegetables, it is full of beta carotene which means lots of vitamin A, a great protector for the eyes.

 

This is a vitamin that converts to r11-cis retinal, the protein that’s in the rods of the retina, the part of your eye that helps you see in dim light. If it’s mustard greens you like to eat, know that a half cup of cooked greens provides more than half the Vitamin A the body requires in a day.

In the garden growing mustard is quick and easy to grow and is a nice accompaniment for all the vegetables in your harvest.

 

You can start with either seeds or from seedlings. From seeds, start them outdoors three weeks before the end of frost then every three weeks after that but before the hot summer sun if you want continued harvests.

 

Plant each seed just under the soil about a half inch apart. After they sprout, thin the seedlings to 3 inches apart.

If you’re planting seedlings, plant them 3 to 5 inches apart beginning three weeks before the last frost. And like the seeds, you can plant every three weeks until summer, then pick it up in mid-summer for a fall harvest as well.

The plants don’t need much care, just plenty of sun or partial shade and you’ll see them grow quickly. No need for any special fertilizer, they like any garden soil, and need to be watered once a week or so if there isn’t much rain. And keep out the weeds! Mustard doesn’t need the competition.

 

Harvesting the greens while they’re still young and tender, since the older leaves get tough and more bitter. You can either pick individual leaves and leave the plant to grow more, or cut the entire plant harvest all the leaves at once.

You can boil the leaves and serve as a vegetable, put the flowers and seed pods in salads, or grind the seeds for mustard, the second most popular spice in the USA. (Pepper is the first.)

Besides being so great for the eyes, mustard is considered to be beneficial in lowering the risk of some forms of cancer, something that is still being studied. On the negative side, it’s not the herb to choose if you like a bland diet.

 

Here’s an old Southern recipe for cooked mustard greens, which is, like kale and celery, terrific miced with bacon and onion

Greens and Bacon

2 bunches mustard greens

2 1/2 cups water, divided

4 strips bacon diced,

1 onion, chopped

Pepper and salt if desired, or add

1 teaspoon sugar or a dash of red pepper flakes.

 

Wash the greens to ensure all grit is gone. Discard the thick pieces and coarsely chop the rest.

 

Bring 1 Cup water to a boil in a stockpot, add the greens in handfuls, giving each handful a chance to wilt before adding the next.

 

Cover pot, reduce heat to low and simmer about 15 minutes, until tender. Drain in a colander and get out all the excess moisture.

 

Add bacon to the pot and fry until crisp, then transfer to a paper towel to drain.

 

Add copped onion to the bacon drippings and sauté until lightly brown. Put the bacon back in and stir.

 

Add the cooked greens and the remaining 1 1/2 cups water,

 

Salt (if you must) and pepper, perhaps the sugar if desired or pepper flakes. Cover and cook on a medium heat about 30 minutes until tender.

 

Enjoy! And help your eyes!

 

As far as its place in history, mustard seeds have been found in Stone Age settlements and are mentioned in the Bible. In the New Testament it has been used as a symbol of faith…. “The Lord said, “If you had faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and be planted in the sea’; and it would obey you.

It has been used as a spice from the earliest recorded times, and was used by Hippocrates and ancient physicians in medicine. Today, it is the most sold of all herbs around the world.

Selected as a Naval Aviator

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You’ve all seen the photos I posted before when my youngest grandson, Angus, was in a brief training with the Navy a few months back as a senior at the University of South Carolina and had the opportunity to sit in the pilot’s seat and fly over Niagara Falls.

 
 

It was his thrill of that experience that put that broad smile on his face. Or the other time, when he met with Sailors in front of that helicopter on another training mission.

 

Angus gets commissioned in May, the second in the family to become a Naval officer and this was the week each of those soon-to-be officers in Carolina got to know whether they were accepted into their field of choice after commissioning.

 

Of course Angus’ field was aviation, which you’d know from his smiles in these photos and we are all thrilled to know that’s what he got! So after commissioning, it will be Pensacola for more education and experience.

 

So with his mom Tracie a retired Navy diver, and he now wanting to protect the nation from the air, be it rotary or fixed wing, it’s a good thing Chris his dad was a yeoman and protected us between sky and ocean depth!

 

Couple that with my two Marine children who served both here and abroad, a grandson another Navy veteran, and now a great grandson James who’s excelling in NJROTC and is a terrific volunteer on BB62, the New Jersey battleship museum in Camden, you bet I’m proud of the military service my family has given.

 

The patriarch of the group, Jimmy, who served in the Army during the Korean war, is duly proud in heaven as well. Me? Heck, I’m just so proud and happy I bred them all!

 
 
 

And while they are not my children, I am also so proud of the Color Guard from MAST who have been given the honor of being the color guard next month when the newest submarine, the New Jersey, is christened in Newport News, Va. I’m proud of these young cadets, not only because they all live up to the excellence demanded of them by their chief naval officer at MAST, that retired Navy Commander daughter of mine, but because each of those cadets has worked so hard, done so much, achieved so much and excelled in their annual inspection last week, carrying the burdens of hard work and stress with maturity beyond their years.

Tommy Ptak

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Tomorrow, March 22, is the anniversary of the death of Spec 4 Thomas J. Ptak … Tommy, the only Highlands resident to be killed during the Vietnam War.

54 years Fifty-four years since the death of a great kid from a great family.

Fifty-four years since the death of a soldier who wrote home to his little brothers and sisters to tell them to take care of mom and dad.

Fifty-four years since every kid who went to Our Lady of Perpetual Help School, regardless of what year they were in from first to eight, heard the shocking and terrible news that made them cry, made them wonder, and made them all grow up to the horrors of war way too soon.

Each of those kids remember where he was, what he was doing, which Ptak kid he knew when he heard the news.

Each of those kids remembers standing up in class and saying special prayers for Annie’s brother, or Billy’s brother, or Karen’s, Greg’s, Eileen’s, Andrew’s, Maryann’s, Joan’s, Peggy’s, and Peter’s brother.

But other than them, and all the people who lived in Highlands in 1968, everybody who knew Tommy or his parents Gerry and Ben, who else remembers this Highlands hero?

Yes, the borough named Ptak Towers after the fallen hero.

Yes, people vaguely know the building was named for somebody or other. But what else do they know?

And what has the town done since Tommy’s funeral?

Do they acknowledge his death even on his anniversary?

Do they offer any special memorial for Tommy and every other Highlands man who gave his life in any of our awful wars?

Do they offer special prayers, or a mass for Tommy or the wife he never had, the children he never sired, the job he never held?

I can’t do much other than pray for Tommy Ptak and all the Ptaks, some of whom were so young they don’t remember firsthand the precise facts of that time.

But it’s time for me to print once again, and for you to read once again, the funeral of Tommy Ptak, Specialist 4, United States Army … our Tommy

Read it and weep.

 Weep for every soldier who has put his life on the line, lost it, or had it significantly changed, so you and I can enjoy a free America.

Read it and weep for today’s military, who continue to meet the challenge Tommy met, kept, and for which he should evermore be remembered.

 
 

They buried Tommy Ptak Monday morning, the local newspaper in Highlands reported April 4, 1968.

It was Specialist fourth class Thomas Ptak, 270 Highland Avenue, son of Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Ptak, to the very militarily correct Army sergeant who escorted the soldier’s body from the place where he died in Hue, Vietnam, back home to Highlands for the funeral, then on to Mt. Olivet Cemetery where he will rest forever.

It was Spec 4/c Thomas Ptak to the six ramrod straight and Army-perfect soldiers who served as pallbearers at the military funeral at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church where Tommy and his family had worshipped all his life.

To all Americans, to all citizens of a free country, it was Spec. 4/c Thomas Ptak whose body lay in the plain casket under the American flag.

But to the hundreds of people who crowded into Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church for a last goodbye and a funeral mass, to the dozens more who spilled out onto the steps of the Church that gave a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean, it was just plain Tommy.

It was Tommy to young brothers and sisters, some of whom weren’t old enough to comprehend the ugly way in which he died.

It was Tommy to sorrowing parents who couldn’t begin to comprehend what wonderful parents they had been and how much love they received from all ten of their children.

It was Tommy, the son who would have been proud of their strength at his funeral.

It was Tommy to the dozens and dozens of high school students from the regional high school he attended, and the two local Catholic high schools where some of his friends attended. They all could remember happier days when Tommy was skillfully performing on a gym horse or tossing a ball with them in the middle of the street.

It was Tommy to the school principals who remembered Tommy as a “good boy, a typical boy, the kind you’d want in any class.”

It was Tommy to practically every neighbor along Highland Avenue and Valley St. where Tommy grew up, folks who remembered a friendly wave or a smile from a busy youth working on a motorcycle in the yard as they passed the always happy, always busy Ptak home. Neighbors who had broken all the rules of protocol and flew their American flags at half-staff even before Highlands Mayor John A. Bahrs ordered it for the entire town. The neighbors had all gone out to front yards to lower their flags the minute they heard of Tommy’s death.

It was Tommy to the three priests who concelebrated the funeral mass: the one who grew up in the parish and knew the whole Ptak family, the one who spent five years in the parish and knew and visited often with the family, and the one who just arrived in Highlands the year previous, not lucky enough to get closely acquainted with the young hero.

It was Tommy to the police chief and members of the police department who could remember he was ‘a nice kid, we ought to have more like him.”

It was Tommy to the altar boys who formed their own guard of honor as his body left the church. Boys who were classmates of Tommy’s younger brothers or sisters.

It was Tommy to the grammar schoolgirls who sorrowfully sang a very special funeral mass. It was a mass for the Tommy some of them had looked up to when they were very small, and he was a big eighth grader. It was Tommy, the big brother of their classmates, the big brother who looked so grown up and handsome in his army uniform.

It was Tommy to a neighbor who had served more than twenty years himself in the service of his country. Now retired as a Sergeant Major, Sal Giovenco attended the funeral in full dress uniform, perhaps to show the family of the young hero that he was proud of this particular soldier, proud to have known him, and proud to show that he too believes in the cause for which Tommy died. Sal knew, and showed, Tommy deserved the honor and respect of the American soldier’s uniform.

The official records refer to Tommy as Thomas John Ptak. Born Feb. 1, 1948, died March 22, 1968. The Army records indicate he was an E4, Specialist Fourth Class, ID # 11755688, a member of C Company, Second Battalion, 501st Infantry, 101st Infantry Regiment…Geronimo, as it was known. He had been promoted twice. He started his Vietnam tour on March 14, 1967, and he was in Thua Thien Province, South Vietnam, March 22, 1968, 98 days later, when he was killed in a hostile ground attack of multiple fragmentation wounds. Died outright, the records say. Body recovered. He did have many honors, though: the Purple Heart, Good Conduct Medal, National Defense Medal, Combat Infantry Badge and several Vietnam Campaign Medals presented by the South Vietnamese government in appreciation for our American forces.

They buried Tommy Ptak Monday morning; the newspaper continued. The nation lost a soldier, parents lost a son, and Highlands lost a very special youth.

Captain Joseph Azzolina

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On April 15, we observed the 12th anniversary of the death of Capt. Joseph Azzolina, a businessman, municipal and state leader, Highlands native, military officer, newspaper publisher and so much more. Continued sympathy to his family on this anniversary.

 

A piece of History on a busy bridge

 

Changing the name of the bridge that spans the Shrewsbury River between Highlands and Sea Bright was clinched in 2011, when the state General Assembly approved Senate Bill 2073. The bill had already passed the Senate offering a change of name to honor the late Highlands native, Middletown businessman, and state Assembly, Senator, and United States Naval Captain, Joseph A. Azzolina.

It was old friends from even before they worked together at the Senate level who took the lead in the action to honor Capt. Azzolina. Sen. Sean Kean knew Azzolina from his reputation as an Assemblyman beginning in 1966, then later worked with him in the Assembly when Kean was elected to his first term in 2002. Senator Joe Kyrillos, who retired in 2018 and was honored himself when the Red Bank Bridge was named in his honor, knew Azzolina when the latter owned The Courier weekly newspaper in Kyrillos’ home town, and the young then assemblyman dropped off his own press releases for publication.

Azzolina lived in Middletown with his family, and was a successful businessman, growing his family’s first business on Miller St. to the Food Basket supermarket on the main street Highlands, then to the Food Circus in Middletown, eventually the heart of the Foodtown Enterprises still in the family today. He knew the Kyrillos family well. Kyrillos always commented on how his friend Joe loved New Jersey especially Monmouth County, and how the businessman’s immigrant parents had started their own small market, the one on Miller St. in Highlands, shortly after arriving from their native Italy.

Sen. Jennifer Beck had worked side by side with Azzolina when he was an Assemblyman and she was his chief of staff. But Beck had worked with and known Azzolina even earlier and always referred to him as her mentor. She spoke of his special affinity for the Bayshore and at the time of introducing the bill to name the bridge, said how honored and humbled the Sailor would have been at the honor paid to his memory.

The new construction was designed to eliminate the bridge openings that backed up traffic along the state highway. The construction on the higher bridge included high railings, putting an end to the summer ritual of daring Highlands kids who reveled at jumping from its highest peaks to the channel below, a ritual a young Azzolina also pursued. Yet even the new higher bridge could not quite put an end to traffic tie-ups on sunny days when everyone wants to go to the National Recreation Area at Sandy Hook.

Trying to put a Sunday early afternoon ride along Ocean Avenue in Sea Bright into a Hidden History context is only possible because of a recent 45-minute trip from the Sea Bright side of the Highlands to the Rumson bridges. There was plenty of time to reminisce about the 1950s when the same trip at the same time on a sunshiny-y weekend day would have taken three minutes, maybe five if keeping below the speed limits.

The new and beautiful Captain Joseph Azzolina bridge is successful in its purpose of keeping boat traffic sailing smoothly along the Shrewsbury River. No longer do bridge tenders stroll out, close the gates and stop traffic, to reappear again in the same slow pace to reverse the pattern and let vehicular traffic pass, once the boats are safely through. There was even a time when the bridge opened on demand of the river traffic; that was improved somewhat when openings were changed to twice an hour and even boats had to occasionally wait or improve their own arrival timing at the bridge.

The old Highlands-Sea Bright Bridge opened to allow marine traffic to pass. But for the vehicular traffic on the state highway between the two communities, the new improved situation only works if drivers are courteous, polite, and intelligent. On a recent weekend this was a tough combination to find.

Heading towards Rumson from Middletown along Route 36 at 1 p.m. on a July Sunday seemed like it would be a quick trip. But once the vehicle rounded the last curve before Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church, it was evident the Oceanic Bridge in Locust would have been the longer but better option.

Traffic in the ‘through’ lane, the one NOT heading into Sandy Hook, was moving slowly but steadily, but one wonders why the lane heading into Sandy Hook was stopped. West of the bridge, there had been two signs posted indicating the park was closed. There was plenty of opportunity for drivers to choose other options rather than continue across the bridge, options that included going under the bridge, into the wonderful town of Highlands, and visiting a river beach…same water, same beautiful sand, simply a lot quieter, and much calmer. Far better than sitting in a car with impatient kids, angry drivers, and no beach in sight for an afternoon’s enjoyment. Another pleasant option could be going down into Buttermilk Valley and perhaps stopping at Hartshorne Park for a walk through the woods or heading back to Atlantic Highlands for a stroll through the Yacht Harbor. Or up the hill either to the magnificent Twin Lights or via Portland Road to see the newly renovated defense site complete with that huge gun from the Battleship New Jersey (and where the temperature inside the battery hovers somewhere in the ‘70s!).

Yet the cars were at a stop at the top of the bridge all waiting to get into Sandy Hook… for what? To turn around and head back? Didn’t drivers see signs saying the park was closed? To visit the Sandy Hook Lighthouse? Getting to Twin Lights would take less time, offer more spectacular views, and include a sensational museum full of great history and artifacts. Does anyone even know a Congressional Medal of Honor recipient from the Spanish-American War was once a lighthouse keeper here?

It was about the middle of the bridge where the rudeness showed up. Among all those cars NOT going to Sandy Hook lane were half a dozen drivers who WERE going to Sandy Hook, but knew they could move faster in the opposite lane and cut in at the last minute. Forget about the anger that caused; the stopping it created in BOTH lanes, the near misses, and the language children shouldn’t be hearing. Think of the idiocy of it. Why would you still try so hard to cut into a lane heading to where the Park folks were going to turn you back anyway? Even the smarter folks who made that apparently illegal turn at the end of the bridge to head back toward Highlands didn’t impede traffic as much.

But something happened to drivers on the other side of the bridge, once the vehicles going to Sandy Hook were out of the way. Suddenly, they seemed nicer, calmer, politer. The cars coming off the Hook…turned back by rangers who advised them once again the signs were telling the truth…the park really was closed to beachgoers…..had to get into that lane of traffic heading through Sea Bright. But they were waiting in line for a break, waiting patiently in line for a break. And they got it. Drivers continuing to Sea Bright from Highlands began to cooperate with the outgoing Hook cars; they were taking turns, the way it should be done! One car would continue the road, the next car would pause to enable a car leaving the Hook to blend in, then another road car would proceed, then a Hook car would blend in. Alternating, one car at a time. There were hand waves, signs of thanks, even smiles. It worked! Alternating cars actually worked! No more foul language, angry looks, instead, smiles, signs of appreciation. Life was getting better.

Because of the added traffic, the situation continued slowly along Ocean Avenue, but steadily moving with no horn blowing, no fist shakes, nothing but peaceful driving. What’s more, drivers were not only stopping at cross streets to enable other cars to get out, they were even stopping to allow those leaving the ‘rocks’ to cross safely. More waves, more thanks, more smiles.

For the drivers, there was time to enjoy the unique houses along the Strip. Sadly, these are not the gracious old Victorian mansions that provided many a fire drill for the volunteers in the Highlands, Sea Bright, Rumson, Atlantic Highlands and Navesink fire companies in the ‘50s and ‘60s when alarms sounded in the middle of the night and these volunteers rushed out to ‘save the fireplace’ and surrounding homes. But they are magnificent new dwellings, both single and multi-family, well-kept, attractive, and a credit to Sea Bright.

The twice hourly bridge closure at the Rumson bridge slowed traffic somewhat, but people didn’t seem to mind so much. At that point, there were walkers to watch, cyclists to see, and motorcyclists who carefully wended their way creating their own lane but safely moving forward. And when there was some type of emergency in the north end of Sea Bright requiring police from the center of town, cars moved quickly and safely to the sides of the road to create a lane for the police cars to pass.

Ocean Avenue is the same width it was 60 years ago. The ocean is still the same, albeit not visible because of the higher sea wall. The land side view is different, and the river is still vibrant to see in many areas. Actually, driving slowly along the Strip can truly be an enjoyable experience, once angry and frustrated drivers realize it doesn’t get them there any faster, any happier, or any safer, than simply accepting how popular we’ve become and enjoying the ride.