Cause down the Shore every thing’s all right…

I’m here today, sipping a glass of sweet iced tea and ready to give my definition of a real honest to goodness Jersey girl. I’d also like to pay tribute to all those girls like myself, who’s path led them elsewhere. (You know who you are)

Any girl born in the state of New Jersey can call herself a Jersey girl and I won’t argue with that. However, in my opinion a true Jersey girl is born and raised in the salty air of the Jersey Shore. She grows up with tan lines on her shoulders and sand between her toes.

Contrary to the girls we see on reality television series such as Jersey Shore, Jersey Housewives and Jerseylicious, we don’t all have big hair, smoky eyes and are dripping in costume jewelry. I’ve caught a few episodes from these programs and must admit, I laughed in spite of myself. What we do have in common with these ‘other Jersey girls’ (besides loving the mall) is attitude. We can be loud and opinionated, we say whats on our mind and yet we’re friendly and fiercely loyal.

Although I left Jersey years ago for greener pastures, I’ve never lost my Jersey-ness and carry my Jersey girl title like a badge of honor. I try to get back as often as I can and no matter how long I’m gone, I feel as though I still belong.

Sitting here now, thousands of miles from the Garden State, what comes to my mind is family and friends. A #2 with extra vinegar from Jersey Mike’s Subs. Giant tomatoes, fresh off the vine and still warm in the summer sun. Crisp white corn on the cob dripping in melted butter. A frosty Pina Colada topped with Dark Jamacian Rum at Martell’s Tiki Bar and of course, our hometown hero Bruce

Sha la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la.

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About maggiemyklebust

I grew up on the Jersey Shore and now live in Norway. I have also lived in Houston and the Netherlands. I have written a memoir called Fly Away Home.

Posted on March 22, 2012, in all things American and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.

  1. Maggie – Yes down the shore everything’s is alright. I have so many wonderful memories of us growing up. Even though I do not live at the shore anymore, I get my fix every weekend in the summer. I am now officially what us Jersey Shore girls called a “Benny” (a term used by year-round residents of the Jersey Shore to describe rude, flashy, loud, tourists from northern New Jersey and New York who crowd local roads, stores, beaches, and restaurants). You just cannot get the shore out of your system. Now my children love it..and are making wonderful memories, hoping ones that will last a lifetime like ours!

  2. Love the sentiment, Maggie. You at your reflective best

  3. annie siersema potter

    maggie- i still live on the jersey shore and love every minute of it! it’s always fun to travel but the best part is coming back home! summers are crazy here with all the bennies who come from all over to enjoy all that we have here. disney and las vegas are the only other places my kids enjoy going to because we have it all here at home! maggie is the glue that keeps us jersey girls together! everytime maggie comes home we all get together! life is busy but worth remembering where you came from and who means the world to you! maggie is one who means the world to me! see you in jersey girl!

  4. Just like I said…Jersey girls are friendly and fiercely loyal. Annie and Ellen are perfect examples!

  5. Ahh yes…… and let us not forget skipping school to go to the beach only to slather our bodies in baby oil and iodine and come home looking like a Jersey tomatoe!

  6. True…and we’re paying for it now with wrinkles, freckles and sun spots on our faces!

  7. You can take the girl out of Jersey, but you can’t take Jersey out of the girl!!!

  8. I love what you said about never losing your Jersey-ness. I’ve lived in Oregon for 10 years–a very different place!–but I keep my inner Jersey girl close and am always quick to tell people that’s where I grew up. (Not at the shore, though…)

  9. Oh, I’m sorry for saying true Jersey girls only come from the Shore, of course they come from all over Jersey. Thanks for visiting and remember once a Jersey girl, always a Jersey girl:)

  10. Great explanation of us Jersey Girls.!

  11. I’m glad you agree and thanks for stopping by 🙂

  12. Reblogged this on flyawayhomebook and commented:

    I’m reblogging a post I wrote (long ago) in honor of all those fighting to get their lives back to normal after Super-Storm Sandy. Even though I now live in Norway, my heart will always be in New Jersey. xxoo

  13. Best wishes from here, where Cyclone Nelum changed its mind and turned away from the island during the night 🙂

  14. Sometimes it’s great to belong to two different places isn’t it?

  15. I hope all the Jersey girls are safe from the storm now. Beautiful reflection, Maggie 😉

  16. Maggie you are a wonderful ambassador for Jersey, and for the USA. (You can sing a Bruce song about that, too!) Hope you are well and happy, and your friends and family back home, too. What a nightmare. ~ Lily

  17. I’m just devastated over all the destruction, Maggie. It breaks my heart to see our hometowns torn apart the way they are!!!! I feel absolutely useless not being able to be up there to help. It’s like seeing some other place in those pics but deep down knowing it’s our stomping grounds. Horrible, absolutely horrible.

  18. The last time I felt this helpless and far away was 9/11… absolutely horrible.

  19. This is a great post, Maggie, an absolute pleasure to read… Love the pina coladas… 😀

    I have to ask about the Brucey song. I was hearing Van Morrison’s ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ in my head… what track were you singing along to? 🙂 Love The Boss! 😀

  20. Cause down the Shore everything’s alright
    You and your baby on a Saturday night
    You know all my dreams come true
    When I walk down the street with you

    Sha la la la I’m in love with a JERSEY GIRL

  21. I felt that way too after 9/11. I was in Tennessee at the time, on my way to Texas to watch my son graduate from boot camp in the Air Force. Talk about being scared to death. I had no idea of what was really going on, how my parents were, my friends, my family. I wasn’t sure if we were at war, going to war, etc. and knowing my son just finished his boot camp and they were telling us we couldn’t get to see him, was terrifying. Eventually, they allowed us on base to watch them graduate, but being so far from family and friends that day was extremely disconcerting. I thank God every day that I had my younger son with me, or I would’ve gone crazy. And now I feel disconnected from home again.

  22. I know, it was a terrible and shocking time. And you NEVER think, ‘I’m glad I’m not there’. Instead you think, ‘I WISH I was there’. It must be love, Debbie…

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