To Ocean City

Asbury Avenue in Ocean City, NJ.

Today’s photo is more of a snapshot than anything creative or artsy.  It’s a recent snapshot, taken this past summer from a point in front of the site which once housed my parents’ store and the apartment that we lived in at 835 Asbury Ave. in Ocean City, NJ.  We lived there during the first 5 years of my life and it’s still one of my favorite places on earth!  Why did I post it?  In October of 1954, Hurricane Hazel hit Ocean City and I have vivid memories of standing at our second floor living room window watching a large metal billboard on the side of the large brick building in this photo as is blew in the wind, buckled and eventually was torn from the side of the building.  Ocean City had significant damage, the streets were flooded and my sister and I were evacuated to Camden, NJ by my grandfather while my parents cleared the floodwater from their store.

Ocean City appears to be right in the path of Hurricane Irene and my thoughts are with everyone there and throughout the hurricane’s path.  A few years ago I saw this poem in a favorite take-out establishment in OC and copied it down.  It states pretty clearly my feelings about OC.

TO OCEAN CITY

I have your sand in both my shoes, your sea salt in my blood,

And just the mention of your name, brings memories like a flood.

For the wind is making whitecaps, and the waves they seem to say,

Come back, you child of Neptune, to your ocean and your bay.

Ocean City’s where your heart is, and wherever you may roam,

Your soul won’t rest ’til you return, to this your island home.

                                                                                                 by  Bob Church

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About Kolman Rosenberg

My interest in photography began as a college newspaper and yearbook photographer during the stormy 1960s and 1970s. I was influenced by many of the great photojournalists and documentary photographers such as W. Eugene Smith, Walker Evans, Dorothea Lange, Gordon Parks, Margaret Bourke-White and other black and white photographers of Life Magazine and the earlier Farm Security Administration. Though many of these photographers documented the horrors of war and the plight of poverty, they also showed me the dignity and adaptability of human beings in their desire to prevail.
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5 Responses to To Ocean City

  1. 1222cc says:

    Touching. Thank you.

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  2. paige says:

    Sorry This Is Off Topic, But Do You Know What Take-Out Establishment In OC That Poem Was Written In?

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  3. Tim says:

    Went searching for this poem and could only find it on your page! I recall seeing it elsewhere as a child. I think on a bag from the old Heritage Shoppe or maybe on a leaflet they placed inside. I remember seeing it in more than just one place and it always stuck with me. The words are so true!

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    • Hi Tim, I’m glad you found the poem! When I first saw it, I immediately loved it but didn’t think to copy it. I had to go back a day or so later to jot it down! I’m glad I did! I’ve never seen it anywhere else but it certainly sums up the way most people feel about Ocean City!
      Thanks for commenting!

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