Posted on 12/21/2019 6:48:44 PM PST by Coleus
As the weather turns from warm summer breezes to brisk chilly nights, the City of Cape May is transformed from a summer paradise to a winter wonderland.
Numerous bed and breakfasts are decorated to the nines as holiday lights outline the beauty of the Victorian homes. Trees along the Washington Street Mall shine bright, lighting the way for shoppers looking for that perfect gift.
A thirty-foot tree, decorated with colorful lights, is the centerpiece at Congress Hall. People bundled up in heavy coats -- appropriately dressed for a cold Thursday evening -- wandered the resort's annual Winter Wonderland that features a shopping village, a carousel and train rides.
Whether walking or driving through America's oldest seaside resort, the spirit of the holidays will greet you around every corner.
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You won’t find many liberals there if it doesn’t look like a gay strip club this time of year.
Cape May has always been so quaint, beautiful all year long.
Thanks for this, Coleus. Cape May is special.
People always make fun of this state——until they visit it and see its range of interesting places and physical beauty. There is much more to it than what one sees from the turnpike!
you’re welcome, Merry Christmas
It's not that. Well, yes to some extent it's that. But that's not all it is.
Among New Jersey’s counties, Cape May, Warren, Hunterdon and Sussex are beautiful.
As an aside, the best cheese-stakes in the USA come from Cape May!
No in fact there’s MANY, many professional Italians who moved to Southern NJ and are wonderful people.
Like my 3 sisters. :)
But Professional, law obeying Italians don’t make for good TV.
Connecticut and Rhode Island have more Italian Americans per capita than New Jersey does. There are no urban “white ethnic” neighborhoods anymore, other than Wallington (Polish), as new waves of immigration from Latin America, India, Korea and the Middle East have transformed things considerably.
And I have NEVER heard anyone from NJ say “Joisey.” That’s Bowery Boy speak. Most whites people of any ethnicity in North Jersey talk like the late Anthony Bourdain.
My reference to “joisey” was in regards to the stereotypes. I’m hearing it in my head being said in Joe Piscopos voice from old Saturday Night Live.
I was born and raised in New Jersey, went to Rutgers, and live here still (southern NJ: pork roll territory, not Taylor ham) and you are correct, the accent is nothing like the TV people make it seem.
The town I grew up in was half Irish / half Italian and all Catholic. I’m Irish but of course half of my friends were Italian. So I know all about gravy and 7 fishes and pizelles and how dangerous a weapon a wooden spoon could be in the hands of an Italian grandmother, all that stuff.
We’re in the sliver of the world that pronounces capicola as “gabagool”
I lived in Hunterdon County after college (from the midwest). It was very nice. The first time driving down to Cape May we went south and then east avoiding the turnpike. It was unbelievable to me that here I was, in the most densely populated state.
Miles and miles and miles of farmland and horse farms. And then miles and miles of Pine Barrens.
Although 30 years ago, getting through Trenton was always a challenge. It seemed to be under perpetual roadway construction and detours. Never seemed to take the same route twice. Sometimes finding myself on city streets in not very inviting neighborhoods, getting lost, etc.
When you take that route you understand why it is called “the garden state”; NJ has many features that others have to drive much longer distances to connect (mountains & lakes, farms, beaches & the ocean).
Moved to South Jersey 24 years ago to raise a family. Outsiders know about the beaches, but most don’t know about all of them, and newcomers are surprised by the farmland and the woods. I fell in love with it all and never left.
WOW YOU REALLY DID grow up with Italians!!
WTF is the wooden spoon universal!!? :)
my aunt used it. a lot.
the kids are RIDICULOUS successes.
Out of about 20 of us, 4 were Irish. We had to meet a quota :)
Nah, they were great guys Glenn, scott, Tommy and Seamus
One Irish friend fought Holeyfield.
Have a good one FRiend
You got me by a few years. I spent the summer of 1985 in Wildwood. I was on a summer missionary project with Campus Crusade for Christ and we also held summer jobs.
I worked as a crewman on a coastal tour boat. Captain Sinn’s Big Flamingo, a 90’ pink catamaran. Easiest job I ever had, and generally lots of fun.
I spent many happy weeks in many, many summers in southern New Jersey beaches and towns. It was a heavenly place. I wanted so badly to move there, but hubby’s career went another direction. One thing I learned the hard way after those early, pre-marriage years of rent-sharing summer houses with college roommates or friends was not to tell anyone about where my husband and I went, which house we rented, or where there were great stores or restaurants down there. Next thing you know some “friend” would rent my ideal cottage out from under me or write a feature story in the Philly papers and that would attract a flock people who would ruin the place. When I would find another good spot, I learned to kept my mouth shut.
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