In the world of romantic novels, some stories stand out for their ability to transport readers to far-off places, evoke deep emotions, and remind us that love can truly conquer all. “Island Serenade” is one such tale, a vibrant and passionate romance set against the backdrop of a lush and enchanting island. In this blog post, I’ll take you on a journey through the pages of this heartwarming novel, where love blooms as brightly as the tropical flowers.
Discover the Oasis: Eden Island
Before we dive into the heart of the story, let’s introduce you to the setting that plays an integral role in “Island Serenade.” Eden Island, with its pristine beaches, swaying palm trees, and crystal-clear waters, is not just a location; it’s a character in its own right. I paint this paradise with words, allowing readers to feel the gentle island breeze, hear the rustling leaves, and taste the salt in the air. It’s the kind of place where you’d want to lose yourself, and that’s precisely what happens to our heroine.
Introducing Maya: The Island’s Creative Soul
At the heart of our story is lovely Maya Oliveira, a talented local artist known for her breathtaking paintings capturing the very essence of the island. Her character is beautifully layered, and readers will fall in love with her vibrant spirit and her passion for life and creativity. Maya is the heart and soul of this story, and her journey is both inspiring and captivating.
Meet Wade Somer: The Reluctant Star
Also at the center of our story is Wade Somer, a world-famous musician known for his soulful songs and captivating performances. However, the pressures of fame have taken their toll, leaving Wade feeling like a hollow shell. Seeking solace, he finds his way to Eden Island, a place where he can finally escape the spotlight. His character is elegantly portrayed, and readers will empathize with his search for meaning beyond the music industry. Maya and Wade’s paths cross in this paradise, and it’s an encounter that sparks a profound connection, setting the stage for a love story that will make your heart race.
The Symphony of Love: Wade and Maya’s Journey
“Island Serenade” takes readers on a journey through the highs and lows of Maya and Wade’s romance. Their love is passionate and intense, but it’s also tested by the demands of Wade’s music career and the physical distance that could separate them if he has to return to his beckoning career. Their journey is a testament to the power of love, and readers will find themselves rooting for these two souls to find their happily ever after.
Themes of Resilience and Redemption
This novel isn’t just a romance; it’s a story of redemption and resilience. Maya’s artistic journey is inspiring, highlighting her ability to heal and inspire those around her and the importance of pursuing one’s passions. Wade’s battle with fame’s dark side comes into play, and readers will witness his transformation as he rediscovers the true meaning of his art and his life.“Island Serenade” highlights the importance of pursuing one’s passions and the transformative power of love.
A Love Story Worth Reading
“Island Serenade” is a love story that lingers in your heart long after you’ve turned the final page. I’ve crafted a tale that reminds us of the power of love, the beauty of art and music, and the importance of finding balance in our lives. If you’re seeking a romantic escape to an island paradise, this novel is your ticket to an unforgettable adventure this summer led by the indomitable Maya.
The First Day of Summer
In “Island Serenade,” love blossoms amid the beauty of Eden Island, proving that even in the most unlikely of places, hearts can find their true home. This novel is a celebration of love and the resilience of the human spirit. So, grab a copy, settle into your favorite reading nook, and let the tropical magic of “Island Serenade” sweep you off your feet.
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In the realm of creativity, adversity often stands as an unwelcome companion, a shadow that looms over the process of bringing something new into existence. Whether it’s crafting a blog post, composing a song, sketching a drawing, or penning a book, the journey of creation is riddled with challenges. Yet, it is in facing these struggles that the true essence of art emerges.
Adversity is not a roadblock but rather a stepping stone, a necessary part of the artistic pilgrimage. Some of the most exquisite creations throughout history have risen from the ashes of struggle and the crucible of disappointment. It’s the grinding against the rough edges of life that polishes the gem of creativity, revealing its true brilliance.
In those moments when self-doubt knocks on the door and challenges seem insurmountable, it’s crucial to remember that this struggle is not a sign of failure but a testament to the commitment to one’s craft. The artist’s journey is not a linear path; it’s a dance with uncertainty, a push-and-pull between inspiration and frustration.
Opening the heart and mind to the reality that creation demands a price, a toll paid in determination and perseverance, is the key. To feel truly free, one must navigate through the storm of self-doubt, emerging on the other side with a renewed sense of purpose and an enriched creative spirit.
As an artist, I have found solace in the understanding that every struggle is a call to dig deeper, to tap into a well of resilience and creativity that goes beyond the surface. When faced with a blank page or canvas, I remind myself that the power to create resides within me, waiting to be unleashed.
In those moments, I let the power flow through me—a force that transcends the limitations of doubt and fear. I release it from the confines of my mind and onto the blank page, allowing the strokes of creativity to weave a tapestry of expression. The act of creation becomes a cathartic journey, a transformative experience that transcends the struggles faced along the way.
So, to my fellow creators navigating the unpredictable seas of artistic expression, remember that every struggle is a brushstroke, shaping the masterpiece that is your creative journey. Embrace the adversity, for within its heart lies the alchemy of true artistic brilliance.
– Chaz
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As summer heats up, I’m thrilled to share all the exciting developments happening with my books Lawndale and Down the Shore. This season promises to be one of the most eventful and rewarding periods in my writing career, and I can’t wait to keep you all in the loop.
First and foremost, both Lawndale and Down the Shore, along with all my other works, are available for purchase on Amazon. For those looking for something special, signed copies of Down the Shore are up for grabs on eBay. It’s a great way to add a personal touch to your collection! (They come straight from me, and I’ll write whatever you want!)
I’ve been fortunate to receive wonderful media coverage for my books. Articles have been written by Jacky Bam Bam about Lawndale and Down the Shore on the website of Philly rock radio station WMMR. These pieces have brought new readers to my work and have been incredibly gratifying to see. Additionally, I’ve had the pleasure of appearing twice on Tom Kranz’s podcast, Type, Tune, Tint, where we delved into the stories and inspirations behind my books, Lawndale and Down the Shore.
Last summer, theCape May County Herald published a fantastic article about Down the Shore, further highlighting the book’s connection to the local community. Thank you Karen Knight for reading my book. Your article made my summer!
I also had the pleasure of hosting an author event and book signing at The Wildwood Historical Society at the end of last summer. The audience was great, and I loved reliving my life in Wildwoood in the 70s and the stories I got to tell from the book. (Special thanks to my dear friend Dave Neff for making an appearance in the second half of the event. It made it all so much sweeter. Special thanks go out to my “super baby sister”, Gail, for providing ground transportation and being a terrific photographer and videographer to capture that moment in time.
In the fall of last year, I had the honor of hosting an author event and book signing at The Newfield Public Library. It was a pleasure to talk about the rides we loved, the games we played, and how our summers in Wildwood helped shape who we are today. Thank you, Carol King Thomasson, and of course my old friend, and “Golden Nugget Mine Ride on Hunt’s Pier” comrade Hal Thomasson, for helping to make it all happen!
In May, I hosted an author event at the main branch of The Free Library of Philadelphia to discuss my books. The turnout was incredible, and engaging with readers who share a passion for these stories was so rewarding. I loved the lively conversation and the great questions! I hope to do another one at the Lawncrest branch in the fall. I’d be honored to speak about my work at the library where I borrowed books as a kid back in Lawndale. I hope some of my neighbors from Magee Street show up. Both Lawndale and Down the Shore are available to borrow through the library.
Tom Waring, the editor of theNortheast Times, read Lawndale and wrote a heartfelt article about it in March, which was a proud moment for me.
This summer, look out for a short story I’ve written, featured in the free publication The Sun by the Sea in Wildwood. (Summer issue publishes on June 19th) They will also be promoting Down the Shore. A special thanks goes out to Dorothy Kulisek, who is the Artist/Editor/Publisher of this wonderful publication.
It’s interesting… Last year, I told someone I know that I was thinking about writing a Wildwood story and submitting it to the Sun By The Sea for publication this summer. Their response was, “What are you going to write about?” I suppose they thought that after publishing Down The Shore I didn’t have anything else to say.
Quite the contrary.
I decided to write something from my heart. A tribute to my father and the mornings he spent with us on the beach in North Wildwood as children building sandcastles on the beach in the 70s. The rare joy of seeing my family as a happy unit working together to build something beautiful from the sand beneath our feet. But like all beautiful moments in this life, the heart can only hold so much, and those lovely moments are fleeting. But their walls stand strong in our memories, long after the sea has reclaimed them.
In addition, The Wave, a local publication owned by the Sentinel Newsgroup, will run a new seashore story I write each week throughout the summer. These free editions are found in Wawa’s, supermarkets, liquor stores, and various local businesses along the Jersey Shore.
For those visiting Wildwood, copies of Down the Shore will be available for sale in the gift shop of the Wildwood Historical Society and at Hooked on Books. It’s a perfect way to take a piece of the shore home with you.
Beyond these exciting updates, I’m proud to announce that I’ve just completed the first draft of a 10,000-word short story. I’m considering expanding it or including it in a collection with other short stories. You can expect to see it released in some form by late 2024 or early 2025.
I’ve been playing guitar recently and I’m currently trying to learn a song by the most extraordinary guitarist of the 20th century. Wish me luck! I hope I don’t get lost in the haze.
Lastly, I’ve been toying with writing a book—or perhaps a trilogy—about my life from 1983 to 2007. It’s a project that’s been simmering in my mind, and I’m eager to explore it further.
Thank you all for your continued support. This summer promises to be interesting, and full of literary adventures and a few surprises. Stay tuned for more updates and enjoy the warm weather with a good book in hand!
Here’s to an exciting and productive summer! Shine on!
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Get ready, Philly! On Friday, June 21st, 2024,Mike Saga proudly presents VORTEX at Warehouse on Watts. If you’re a fan of Industrial, Synth Wave, and everything dark and electronic, this is the event you won’t want to miss!
Event Details:
Date: Friday, June 21st, 2024
Doors Open: 9pm
Location: Warehouse on Watts, Downstairs in Cambridge Hall, 923 N Watts St, Philadelphia, PA
Music Lineup:
Prepare to immerse yourself in a night of pulsating beats and electrifying rhythms as our DJs spin the best in:
– Industrial
– Synth Wave
– Industrial Bass
– Aggrotech
– Dark Wave
– Synth Pop
– EBM (Electronic Body Music) – Future Pop
– Goth
– Cyber Industrial
– Cold Wave
Special Guest:
We are thrilled to welcome DJ NICHOLAI from Baltimore, MD, known for his sets at Metroschock, Electroschock, and Haunted Palace.
Live Performance:
We’re excited to announce the return of KAT SEVENTEEN! After her phenomenal debut performance, she’s back to mesmerize us once more. (She’s my daughter!!)
Resident DJs:
Mighty MIKE SAGA
PANZERMENSCH
Vending and More:
Vendors: THE SPOOKY KNITTY KITTY, GEMINI MXR, TINY TERROR
Photography: RAELIC will be capturing all the unforgettable moments of the night.
Event Info:
Time: 9PM – 2AM
Age Requirement: 21+ with ID
Admission: $15 (cash only) at the door (ATM on site)
Don’t miss out on this night of dark and dynamic music, amazing performances, and a vibrant community. Mark your calendars, grab your friends, and prepare for a night to remember at VORTEX! See you there!
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A tranquil afternoon in Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia, where the elegant park offers respite amidst the city’s rhythm. Here I sit, the author of “LAWNDALE” and “Down the Shore,” immersed in my surroundings.
Rittenhouse Square has always been one of those places in Philadelphia where time seems to slow down. It’s a haven within the city, a respite where I often find myself, taking in the sights and sounds of this urban oasis. I was just taking a break between visits to some local bookshops.
But on this particular day, Rittenhouse Square had something extraordinary in store. As I sat on a bench, a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the towering trees, I noticed a young woman approaching. She had an air of curiosity about her, and her smile was both warm and inviting.
When she stood before me, our eyes met in friendly acknowledgment. “Excuse me,” she began, her voice soft-spoken and polite. “Are you Charles Wiedenmann?”
I must confess; that I’m always taken aback when someone recognizes me outside my small sphere of influence. (Even if they mispronounce my last name!) I smiled and nodded. “Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?”
She introduced herself as Mei, a student at Drexel University. The intrigue deepened as she revealed that she had read my book, “LAWNDALE,” which she discovered at the Free Library of Philadelphia. “I recognized you from your photo on the back of the book.”
I mentioned that I had done an author event at the library in May.
“I’m sorry I missed your event last month. I’m sure it was great.”
I chuckled and thanked her, humbled and delighted that my work had found its way into her hands. What followed was a heartwarming conversation about her journey through the pages of “LAWNDALE.”
Mei, a history major, shared how the stories of my neighborhood resonated with her, and she felt a connection not only to the place but also to the struggles and triumphs conveyed within the book. Her passion for literature and local history was evident.
With genuine curiosity, Mei inquired if I had written anything since then. I told her about my last book, “Down the Shore,” which explored my summers in Wildwood during the ’70s. Her eyes lit up with interest, and she expressed her intent to purchase a copy on Amazon.
Sharing my literary adventures with such an enthusiastic reader was a joy. With a smile, I reached into my bag and produced a copy of “Down the Shore,” armed with a Sharpie pen. “Who should I make it out to?” I asked. She smiled and shared her info, and I couldn’t have been happier to sign the book for her. “Here, take one of my business cards. You can use it as a bookmark.”
It’s moments like these that remind me why I write—to connect with readers who share a passion for storytelling and find meaning in the tales I weave.
As our conversation continued, Mei asked if I was working on anything new. I shared the details of a current project, which I hoped to publish in the future.
The excitement in her eyes mirrored my own enthusiasm for this latest venture into the world of literature. Our chance encounter in Rittenhouse Square had blossomed into a delightful exchange, a reminder of the beauty of unexpected connections and the profound way literature brings people together.
Our paths had crossed in this city of stories, and it was a moment worth cherishing—a meeting of writer and reader under the dappled sunlight of Rittenhouse Square.
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John Steinbeck’s teenage son, Thomas wrote a letter to his father stating he had fallen in love with a girl from boarding school. In response, his father wrote a letter back.
This is that letter.
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New York November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course, Elaine will from hers.
First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing that uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, courage, goodness, and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply—of course, it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it—and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone—there is no possible harm in saying so—only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it too.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feelings because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Love,
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That’s a beautiful letter. Happy Father’s Day!
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In the realm of artistry, there exists a spectrum of individuals, each with their own unique approach and perspective. At one end, we have those who meticulously study the techniques and styles of their predecessors, diligently practicing and refining their skills to emulate the masterpieces that have come before. These individuals devote countless hours to honing their craft, striving to achieve technical proficiency and mastery.
Yet, at the opposite end of the spectrum, we find a different breed of artist – the creators. These individuals possess an innate spark of creativity that ignites their imagination and drives them to explore uncharted territories of expression. Armed with little more than raw talent and a boundless sense of curiosity, they eschew imitation in favor of innovation, daring to chart their own course and carve out their own artistic niche.
For these creators, the act of artistic expression is not merely a skill to be learned, but a calling to be answered. With every stroke of the brush, every chord strummed on the guitar, they breathe life into their creations, infusing them with a sense of originality and authenticity that sets them apart from the rest.
As someone who identifies as a creator rather than an imitator, I am proud to embrace the inherent freedom and spontaneity that comes with forging my own path in the world of art. While imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, there is a special kind of satisfaction that comes from bringing something entirely new and unique into existence.
So, to my fellow creators, I say: let us continue to push the boundaries of creativity, to explore the depths of our imagination, and to boldly venture into the unknown. For it is in the act of creation that we truly find ourselves and leave our indelible mark on the world.
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One night we were all working. It was early, maybe 6 pm. Each shift was from 5 pm until 11 pm when the pier closed. As one of the cars came in full of people and they exited the ride, someone left a camera on the ride. Danny brought it to me, and I remembered the guy and his family. I was like, “Wait…there he is over there with his wife and kids. I’ll run over and give him back his camera.” But then an idea came to mind. I went over to Louie and told him what was up and handed him the camera. He gathered the whole staff together on the platform and took a photo of all of us guys with the man’s lost camera. He handed it back to me and I ran down the ramp and tapped the man on the shoulder. “You left this on the ride, sir.” The gentleman was very grateful and relieved.
It was one of those jokes you do where you’ll never see the outcome, but you know when he gets home from vacation and gets his photos developed, he’ll find a mysterious photo of the whole Golden Nuggetteam among his pictures! Great idea, right?
When the pier closed at 11 pm, they always put up a big wooden fence to close off the area. There were guards and dogs always present at night to protect their assets. But the fence was in large sections and each piece was really heavy. After working all night on our feet and taking care of thousands of tourists, the last thing we wanted to do was carry big sections of fence and set it all up each night. So all the flunkies (as Louie called them) who worked all the rides up at the front of the pier were the first ones called upon to help put up the fence. We at the Nugget and the Log Flume would take our good old time closing our rides and walking up to the front of the pier to help. I can honestly say I have maybe only helped with one small section of fence on only three occasions. We were the elite weasels on that pier.
One of the amazing benefits of working for the Hunt’s Corporation was that they also owned every movie theater on the island. So as a perk for being an employee, each Saturday night at midnight, they would have a private screening of one of the latest movies playing in the theaters.
It was awesome. You’d finish your shift at 11 pm, and then have an hour to get something to eat, hit the liquor store to buy some beer, and then head over to one of the theaters and watch a movie with your coworkers. It was glorious. The cool thing was, you could bring a guest. So I could bring my buddy Jim with me and we could check out a cool new movie for free. (And drink beer!) But most of the time if one of the guys and I had met some girls that night on the ride, we’d take them to the movies with us. That was fantastic. Free movie with a new girl. Unless it was something we didn’t want to see, we would go every week all summer long. (Even back then, 40 years ago I was providing the hookup to the ladies in my life!)
Seeing The Empire Strikes Back in an empty theater with just my buddies with me was an unforgettable experience. The film as we all know was a long-awaited blockbuster and seeing it for free for the first time was amazing. I remember taking my buddy Jim with me to see the film, Airplane! And at the time it was the funniest film I had ever seen. It’s still in my top five of the funniest most creative and madcap movies I’ve ever seen. The Cannonball Run also comes to mind as one of the more memorable films we saw that summer. Just great times!
I even got my friend Rich a job up on Hunt’s working at the Log Flume. He was my summertime best friend who lived around the corner from my house. He and I had been friends since the early ’70s and had a rich history of summers together. He had worked as a stock boy at a local grocery store at 9th and Ocean Avenue and was looking to do something different for the summer. I got him a job on the pier. He liked working on the flume and got along with all of the guys over there. One night he started chatting up a really cute little Italian girl from South Philly and later made a date with her. A few years later they kept in touch and he eventually married her and they have three great grown kids now. Met his wife on the Log Flume!
I remember it was the 4th of July weekend which is an enormous time at the shore. The island is packed with tourists and the boardwalk is mobbed every night. I went on my break and walked over to the snack bar across from our ride and got a soft pretzel and a fountain coke. I went back to the Nugget and went in the back and up the fire escape to the top floor of the ride. The ride was obviously going non-stop so you had to be careful up there navigating the tracks so you didn’t get run over and killed by the ride. On the roof, (you’ll see in some of the attached videos) had several dead man’s gulch attractions on it. Tombstones, skeletons, prospectors, etc. There actually was a replica of a gallows up there. I climbed the rickety wooden ladder up to the top of it and had a seat at the hangman’s pole.
There it is. Three stories above the boardwalk. 100 feet up from the beach.
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The mine cars full of tourists would actually pass under it. So, I parked myself up there and munched my pretzel, and sipped my soda. The view was incredible and I suddenly felt an incredible level of exhilaration sitting up there. Here I was on the roof of a three-story dark ride I once rode terrified with my father and sisters. I lit a cigarette and looked out at the entire sea of people below me. The pier was packed with people, and that flowed out onto the boardwalk that was in full swing. Amusement rides going, people screaming, laughing, and filled with joy. Happy to be at the seashore and away from the heat of the city and work. They were all on vacation and having the times of their lives here in Wildwood.
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The smell of french fries, caramel popcorn, funnel cake, cotton candy, and pizza filled the air. The sights and sounds of summer. I sat under the stars and watched as fireworks exploded in the sky in the distance.
I knew in this perfect moment that I was in the most pristine place in my life. I sat atop my castle as the self-proclaimed King of Wildwood. Finished with high school, tan, fit, clear skin, healthy, and immaculate. My painful past barely visible now. I had game and could talk to girls and they liked me enough to date and kiss me. I was in a rock and roll band and didn’t have to be anywhere I didn’t want to be. The island and this ride were mine.
But I could feel as I finished my cigarette I wouldn’t come up here again.
This moment would vanish and never return.
Like a child’s balloon that had escaped their grasp. You watch as it rises higher and higher into the night sky. But you’ll never get it back.
All you can do is make a wish…
The sax solo in this song (4:00 minute mark) by the late, great, Clarence Clemmons, and Bruce’s howl at the end of the song is about as close as I can get to what my heart felt like on any given summer night in Wildwood.
But, even as I write these words, I feel I just can’t do justice to those summers at the seashore.
You had to be there.
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Here are a link and some videos I found to give you an idea of what the Golden Nugget Mine Ride was like:
I’ve lived and worked in many places throughout my life. But I still say to this day, working at Hunt’s Pier on the Golden Nugget Mine Ride was The Greatest Job I Ever Had.
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School’s out, and we leave the city to spend the summer in Wildwood. It was the most wonderful time of my youth.
Step into the sun-soaked world of Wildwood, as the swinging seventies set the stage for a wild ride of nostalgia, freedom, and unforgettable moments. Embark on a journey to a time when the neon lights glowed, the music was great, and the spirit of adventure was palpable.
Wildwood in the 1970s was a mecca for thrill-seekers, beach bums, and tourists from everywhere. Join me on my journey of discovery as I navigate the incredible boardwalk, bustling amusement rides, and vibrant nightlife that defined this iconic seaside community. From the rollercoasters that dared me to let go of my fears, to days spent on the beach, every day brought a new opportunity for excitement and romance.
Feel the energy pulsating through the pages as the rhythm of disco, and rock ‘n roll become the soundtrack of an era. Experience the allure of the seashore, where tan lines told stories of carefree days spent soaking up the sun, to nights on the boardwalk and in the clubs on the strip. Every day held the promise of endless possibilities. Within the vibrant tapestry of Wildwood’s colorful characters, discover the magic of young love, friendship, and self-discovery.
You’ll be transported to a bygone era that captures the essence of Wildwood in the 70s, immersing you in the sights, sounds, and emotions of a time when life was lived with unbridled passion. Whether you experienced it firsthand or simply wish you had, prepare to be swept away on a nostalgic journey that will make you long for the days when the spirit of Wildwood was at its peak.
As a lover of nostalgia and a connoisseur of captivating storytelling, I was drawn to “Down The Shore” like a moth to a flame. Authored by Charles Wiedenmann, this memoir transports readers back to the sun-drenched sands and lively boardwalks of Wildwood, New Jersey, in the vibrant era of the 1970s.
From the moment I cracked open the cover, I was swept away by the author’s vivid prose and heartfelt recollections. Each page brims with warmth, humor, and a deep sense of longing for a bygone era. Through a series of charming anecdotes and vivid vignettes, the author paints a rich tapestry of life in Wildwood during the summers of their youth.
One of the most striking aspects of “Down The Shore” is its ability to evoke a palpable sense of time and place. From the sizzle of hotdogs on the grill to the echo of carnival games on the breeze, every detail is rendered with exquisite clarity. It’s as if the reader is transported back in time, experiencing the sights, sounds, and sensations of a bygone era firsthand.
But “Down The Shore” is more than just a nostalgic trip down memory lane; it’s a deeply personal journey of self-discovery and growth. As the author navigates the trials and tribulations of adolescence, he grapples with themes of identity, belonging, and the bittersweet passage of time. Through his eyes, we witness the joys and challenges of coming of age in a place where every summer holds the promise of adventure and possibility.
What truly sets “Down The Shore” apart, however, is its universal appeal. While rooted in the specific time and place of Wildwood in the 1970s, the themes explored in this memoir resonate with readers of all ages and backgrounds. Whether you spent your own summers chasing waves and building sandcastles or simply long for a glimpse into a bygone era, there is something in these pages for everyone.
In conclusion, “Down The Shore” is a poignant and beautifully crafted memoir that captures the essence of a bygone era with warmth, humor, and heartfelt nostalgia. It’s a love letter to summers spent in the sun, to friendships forged on the boardwalk, and to the timeless magic of Wildwood, New Jersey. I wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone seeking an escape to simpler times and a reminder of the enduring power of memory.
Spending his time Down the Shore for the entirety of his summers, and later living full time in that same summer town, the author paints his picture of surviving the winter in the Wildwood that most of us only know as a summer town. But it also does justice to the Wildwood that many of us experienced. If you have ever walked the Wildwood Boardwalk, this book captures the excitement, anticipation, and unfettered freedom that summer brings to a city kid as he has to navigate an entire summer and later a full year in a resort town. This story is enlightening, autobiographical, and an uncharted journey. The author begins with his own family’s ties to the town and moves you through his childhood and teen years in the 70’s. It’s quirky, interesting, and heartwarming.
Everyone who knows about Wildwood has a story about how they ended up there for a week, or two. With Down the Shore, you can feel the sun on your face and the music in your ears. Just like his prior book Lawndale, this book was so much fun to read and reminded me of things I hadn’t thought about in decades! This is your summer beach read, but also the book that pulls you out of the dead of winter to warm you with memories from a time of your youth. In so many ways it is a love letter to the Wildwoods that we can no longer see but only feel. Down the Shore is your ticket to ride.
Part history, part memoir, part love letter to the Jersey Shore, this is a fun trip back in time with plenty of photos and authentic stories that bring the sense of wonder and summer possibilities to life. I read the author’s previous book, Below the Wheel, which was a good page-turner mystery set in Philadelphia and New Jersey. Down the Shore is much more light and autobiographical, but still has that same flow and conversational tone that makes his writing so approachable. If you came of age in the 70s, you’ll love reliving the trials, tribulations, and triumphs of youth. But if you just want to get into vacation mode with some fun snippets of the stories one beach town holds, this book will also fill the bill.
Down the Shore is a unique collection of short tales about one man’s life in the 1970s. The author works to pin down the essence of his summers in Wildwood, New Jersey, where the freedom from school, new friends, and the magic spun by sun, surf, and sand helped to transform him from a reticent and awkward teen to a charming and confident young man. It’s a multi-layered coming-of-age story that includes his first romantic relationships with women, his battle with anxiety and depression, and the growth of a life-long friendship. It’s candid, relatable, humorous and poignant.
Down The Shore is a fun and easy read, especially for those who experienced summers in the Wildwoods or, no doubt, similar seashore towns during their pre-teen and teen years. Although my own pre-teen and teen years occurred a generation before the author’s, the sights, the sounds, and the smells of the beaches and boardwalk were much the same, as were the new feelings experienced during that wonderful period of my life. Reading Wiedenmann’s memoir brought back fond memories of those magical times.
What starts as a reminiscence of growing up in a resort on the Jersey shore, ends up revealing much more. It’s a moving, coming-of-age reflection on what it’s like to be an anxiety-filled misfit teen who is struggling to navigate adolescence. Sometimes comic, sometimes heart-wrenching It’s told in an informal voice that perfectly conjures a young teen who finds relief in care-free summers spent at the shore, where he finds solace in the sea, the sand, the boardwalk, and young love.
Charles’ new book is a feast for the senses via his vivid descriptions of summertime in the Jersey shore resort of Wildwood. He brings the excitement and charm of being a city kid going to the shore to life with an easygoing narrative and photos from his personal collection. You might not be able to go to Wildwood in person but this is the next best thing. You can almost smell the freshly cut french fries.
This book is not just a fun memoir, it is a great coming-of-age story. We all do our best growing over the summer months in the sun and air. There is no better place than down the shore. If you grew up near any beach town, this book will take you right back to that time. If you didn’t, this book is going to make you want to check out Wildwood, NJ for sure!
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Here are a few words from people who read the book and reached out to me on social media:
This message brought me to tears.
“Charles, I just finished Down The Shore and I couldn’t put it down, you lived my life, just a year or so before me! Please give me a moment to explain. I was bullied in grade school (Levittown, PA), Wildwood was my saving grace as we vacationed there every year since long before I was born in 1963, we moved here permanently in 1975, and I currently live in Rio Grande with my wife of 30 years.
My two fondest memories with my dad were being at both premiers of Jaws and Star Wars. Sam’s Pizza was our go-to because it was next to Nirvana, aka Hunt’s Pier, I lived on that pier as a child, and worked on it in 1985, the final year of Hunt’s ownership. My shift was the mini bumper cars, noon-midnight, 7 days a week, I didn’t need a day off because I was living the dream already.
Every so often I’d look out on the massive crowd and realize how awesome it was! I remember Louie, Vince was my manager and Sunday night movie screenings were awesome. You mentioned a Bruce in your book, it’s gotta be Bruce Calabrese, we spent our final summer up there he’d go get the beer as long as we tipped him!! I wasn’t allowed to leave until I grabbed a chunk of picket fence!
I worked on the Log Flume cleaning it in the fall months! I graduated from Wildwood High in 1981, Mark Piro was in my English class, and Jesse Dean was in my study Hall. I remember Mark telling all who would listen to his desire to become a rockstar!
I also worked as an usher in 1980 at the Blaker Theatre and I still can recite “Coal Miner’s Daughter” from memory. We ate at the Dolphin every summer.
In closing you are right, summers in Wildwood needed to be experienced to do them justice. Oh yeah, my wife and I froze our butts off on the boards saying goodbye to the Golden Nugget that day. Your book brought tears to my eyes that my wife couldn’t understand, she was born here, but I wasn’t, Wildwood was magic for me, and if I close my eyes, it’s not hard to relive it, this book hit me closer to home than any!! Thank you, I’d love to hear back from you!” – Jerry L.
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“Hi Charles, Congrats on your new book about Wildwood in the 70s. We have a few things in common: my mother’s family is from NE Philly, my paternal grandfather built his shore house at 404 E 7th in 1951 and I spent summers in the early 70s in Wildwood working to put myself through state college. I wrote about some of those experiences in the chapbook “The Island of Decades Before.” It’s available through the Wildwood Historical Society. Wish you all the best in promoting and selling your book.” –Michele P
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“Just finished Down the Shore. It was my biography too. I’m a few years older than you – 66. But I spent every summer in Wildwood from 1957 to 1983. Actually year-round from 1977 to 1983 (The last couple of years were split between Wildwood and Ocean City. You hung out at Bottos. Mine was Lou’s on the Boardwalk at Maple. Lived at 109 W Maple which has since been torn down. We didn’t run in the same crowd but I’m sure we passed each other on the street. In the winter of 79 to 80, I had just quit graduate school. Was living with my parents. Collecting unemployment and drinking a lot. Used to go over to the Sundance at the bowling alley. Must have seen you there. Anyway, your book was my childhood too. Wildwood was a special place, especially in the 70’s. Went back a few years ago. The boardwalk is still the boardwalk but the rest is only fond memories. When I leave this world I want my ashes spread on Diamond Beach. They can find my brain cells from the days at Noah’s Barefoot Bar. Thank you for your book. It brought back wonderful memories.” – Michael H.
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You know… It doesn’t matter how many copies of this book I sell. I’m happy I created something that brought people joy. – Chaz
Nestled along the shores of the Wildwoods, where the sea whispers its tales and the sun kisses the sandy beaches, there exists a publication that transcends time, connecting the past to the present. This beacon of local storytelling and community spirit is none other than “The Sun By The Sea.“
A Glimpse into History: From Lithographs to Local Lore
The journey of The Sun begins with a nod to the past, proudly featuring the original lithograph from 1900-1915 that once graced the Five-Mile Beach Sun. This touch of vintage elegance on the masthead reflects a commitment to honoring the roots of the community, preserving the essence of Wildwoods’ history within the pages of each issue.
Born of Necessity: A Chronicle of Change in 2004
In the throes of Wildwood’s major transition in 2004, The Sun emerged as a ray of light. At a time when the island was undergoing significant shifts, there was a void waiting to be filled by a publication that not only chronicled the changes but also encapsulated the heart of the local experience. The inaugural issue on April 1st, 2004, marked the dawn of a new era for the community.
Where Heart Meets Paper: A Family Affair
More than just a publication, The Sun is a labor of love run by a tight-knit family of Wildwood locals. Led by Dorothy Kulisek, there is a personal touch woven into each page that reflects the passion and dedication of those who call this vibrant coastal town home. As you flip through the pages, you can almost hear the echoes of the sea and feel the warmth of the sun mirrored in every word and image.
The Best Read in Wildwood: A Local Testament
Acknowledged by locals and visitors alike, The Sun is hailed as the must-read paper in Wildwood. It’s not just a newspaper; it’s a cherished companion that brings the community together. The outpouring of love is not a mere compliment; it’s an exclamation of love. The Sun has become an indispensable part of life for those who cherish the unique stories, photos, and history that it lovingly curates.
More Than News: Artistry in Advertising
Beyond the stories, The Sun prides itself on featuring advertisements that are more than just commercial messages. They are works of art, different and artistic, captivating the attention of readers. Advertisers are not merely promoters; they become contributors to the vibrant tapestry that makes each issue a visual and literary feast.
A Keepsake for All Seasons: Cherished by Readers
The Sun isn’t just read and discarded; it’s treasured. Readers speak of saving issues for guests, mailing them to friends and relatives, and leaving them proudly displayed on coffee tables until the next edition graces their homes. Each issue is not just a newspaper; it’s a keepsake that captures the essence of life in the Wildwoods.
People Paper: The Pulse of Wildwoods
At its core, The Sun By The Sea is a “people paper.” It is a celebration of the individuals who shape the unique tapestry of the Wildwoods. From personal stories to local events, the publication is a testament to the vibrant community spirit that makes this coastal haven a place like no other.
In every article, photograph, and page layout, The Sun By The Sea weaves a narrative that resonates with the heartbeats of Wildwood. It’s more than a publication; it’s a sunbeam that brightens the community, ensuring that the tales of Wildwood are told and cherished for generations to come. So, the next time you see The Sun By The Sea, embrace it like a cherished friend, for within its pages, you’ll discover the true soul of the Wildwoods.
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