Yearly Archives: 2011

One Firefighters’ Story — Among Many

Westport’s emergency personnel — firefighters, police, EMTs, road crews and many others — earned their keep today.

Despite damage to her own home —

— “06880” reader Elaine Clayton sent this along:

Maybe 4 minutes after a tree broke through a front window of my house, Westport firefighters came to help.

They really do risk their lives.  As they were managing power lines and the enormous branch, another huge branch fell so close to one of the firefighters, it knocked his helmet off.

I feel very grateful to the firefighters, and proud of them.  They were kind, and even helped me tape the window.

As I’m posting this, it’s not yet 8 p.m.  Code Red says this storm will continue for a few hours.

Our emergency crews are still earning their keep.  Remember their service the next time someone squawks about what they’re earning in terms of dollars, too.

Westport firefighters check out Elaine Clayton's home.

Breaking News — Wishes Do Come True

I just got this email from Richard Falcone:

Thank you for your kind words and support.  The rumors are true.

The original Art’s Deli will be returning in the coming weeks.  The Falcone family is proud to serve Westport again.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm good!

Happy Halloween!

Trick — or treat?

You decide!

Y Property Q And A

Bedford Square — developers of the downtown YMCA property and the adjacent parcel at 35 Elm Street — will hold a “roundtable discussion” this Wednesday (November 2, 7-9 p.m.) in the Y’s Bedford Room.

Partners say they and their architects will “clear up any misperceptions and fears about the project, discuss the project’s preliminary design ideas and listen to the community’s questions.”

Light refreshments will be served.  Along with heavy questions.

What will the YMCA and nearby properties look like in the future?

Nobody Here But Us Chickens

Katherine Hooper is a talented Westport photographer.  Recently, she started a blog based on her intriguing shots.

One post showed this photo, from Newtown Turnpike:

Katherine wrote:

There is a strange phenomenon going on where I live in Westport, CT.  It seems everyone in town wants to be a chicken farmer.

Doctors, Wall Street guys, real estate agents, yada yada yada, all seem to have sprung chicken coops in their backyards over night.  Westport is an upscale surburban community about an hour from Manhattan.  Here you would expect the members of the community to exercise too much, travel the globe and get overly involved in their kids sports.

This all may be true but Westport can also be a real small town where people get involved in local causes, care about their neighbors, the environment and appreciate the basics.  I believe Westporters want to make the world a better place and start right here at home.

Now I am not sure what raising chickens has to do with all this but I love receiving fresh eggs from all my friends and taking pics of all the new chicks in town!

Among those chicks:

This one’s from Cypress Pond Road.

Just a few days earlier I’d seen chickens at a friend’s house, on Bayberry Lane.

Clearly, this is a case of chickens coming home to Westport to roost.

Tom Ghianuly’s 50 Years

Last Saturday, I got what’s left of my hair cut.

Not exactly blog-worthy — except for this:

When Tom Ghianuly — who has been my barber at his Compo shop since I was a teenager, and who cut my father’s hair for even longer — asked what was new, I couldn’t tell him.

I couldn’t mention that the next day, over 100 of his many customers, friends and admirers had planned a surprise dinner in honor of his 50 years in business.

It’s not easy to keep a secret from a barber — especially one as well-connected and curious as Tom — but these guys did.

Tom Ghianuly listens as his friends and fans honor him.

The event was the brainchild of attorney Dick Berkowitz.  He had help from a group that included Jim Schadt, Alan Nevas, Ron Gordon, Les Giegerich and Steve Siegelaub.

It’s a microcosm of Tom’s clients and fans:  a former CEO of Reader’s Digest,a retired US District Court judge, a guy who built half of Westport — all there to honor their longtime, beloved barber.

Giegerich — 96 years old — was almost 50 when Tom started cutting his hair.  Seigelaub was 5.

That half-century span spoke volumes about Tom.

So did the presence of the Brooks family — Tom’s longtime landlord at Compo Shopping Center.  How often do landlords fete their tenants?

A few people spoke.  They presented Tom and his wife Carolyn with a weekend at the Ocean House at Watch Hill.

In typical Tom fashion, he never expected anything like this — even after half a century of work, even after seeing the Birchwood Country Club parking lot filled as he and the Berkowitzes drove up.  (Dick had told Tom he’d take him and Carolyn out to dinner.)

“Boy, this place is packed!” Tom said.

He had no idea it was packed for him.

First Selectman Gordon Joseloff praises Tom Ghianuly.

First Selectman Gordon Joseloff was one of the many Westporters already inside.  When the ceremony began, he read a proclamation.  Then he gave a framed copy to Tom, to hang in his shop.

I’m guessing that on Tuesday — when Compo Center Barber Shop reopened — Tom was embarrassed to put the proclamation up.  He’s much more comfortable with the many photos of historic Westport he’s collected, and which line the walls.

But after 5 decades, Tom Ghianuly is a very important part of town history too.

A League Of Its Own

In 1949, Westport stood on the brink of change.

No one knew what the 2nd half of the 20th century would bring — but the town had already begun moving toward something different, modern and new.

A group of women wanted to influence the future.  They were smart and energetic — and, despite their many responsibilities as housewives and mothers, they found time to work for Westport.

That year — sitting around a tea set in Mrs. Wolcott Street’s Myrtle Avenue home — they formed a chapter of the League of Women Voters.

Over the next 6 decades, the organization grew — in numbers and influence.  The LWV helped determine the structure of the nascent Representative Town Meeting (RTM); later, the League made sure there was open space on the Post Road, and led the crusade to “green” it.  Look at the Post Road today in Westport — compared to neighboring Norwalk — and you’ll see the lasting effect the LWV has had on our town.

League of Women Voters members, 1966.

Two years ago John Hartwell — an LWV member (it’s not just for men anymore!), who was taking video production classes at Norwalk Community College — was asked to tape a coffee celebrating the Westport chapter’s 60th anniversary.  Four former LWV presidents were scheduled to speak.

A detached retina forced John to cancel.  To make amends, he promised to interview the 4 ex-presidents in their homes.

The stories he heard — and the careers the LWV launched — amazed and inspired him.

Julie Belaga

For example, after her League presidency, Julie Belaga served in the Connecticut Legislature, ran for governor, served as New England director of the EPA, and was appointed by President Clinton to the Export-Import Bank.

Jackie Heneage went on to serve 2 terms as first selectman — the 1st woman ever elected to the post.

Pat Porio had a long career after her service as president.

By the time John interviewed the 4th woman — 5-time LWV president Lisa Shufro — he realized there were many more voices to be heard.  He vowed to direct a video — and asked Lisa to produce it.

Sixteen more interviews followed.  There were visits to the house where the League was founded.  Hours and hours of footage — and hundreds and hundreds of stories — had to be edited down to the final 43-minute product.

Two themes emerge from “A League of Their Own.”  One is how the LWV empowered so many women.  For example, Martha Aasen went on to become the national organization’s official observer at the UN; she then worked full-time there.

Ann Gill was a major force on Westport’s Planning and Zoning Commission for years.  The list goes on and on.

From left: Marty Hauhuth, Ann Gill, Barbara Butler, Mary Jenkins, Jacqueline Heneage -- LWV members, and accomplished women all.

The 2nd major theme is the impact the LWV had on Westport.

The video debuted at the League’s annual meeting in June.  It was shown at the Westport Library in September, and Senior Center earlier this month.

Always, the feedback was the same:  Wow!

Women interviewed for the film were impressed how well their stories were told.  Other viewers remarked how much they learned about the League — and Westport.

Seeing and hearing about women who have gained so much from the LWV — and in turn have given so much back, to their town and country — brought tears to the eyes of some.

You can watch the film now:  click here.

Or you can go to the Westport Historical Society this Sunday (October 30), for a showing.  Afterward, 2 of the League’s living legends — Jackie Heneage, and Selma Miriam (a leading proponent of Project Concern, and the founder and longtime owner of Bridgeport’s Bloodroot restaurant and bookstore) — will talk, and answer questions.

The video’s title is a pun on the League of Women’s Voters — and the 1992 film about women’s professional baseball — but it aptly describes the role of this organization in the life of our town.

For 6 decades, Westport’s LWV has been in a league of its own.

A screenshot from "A League of Its Own."


Come On, Irene!

A North Avenue-area resident’s patience is wearing thin.

The alert reader sent this photo

along with a note that this debris — leaves, brush, whatnot — has sat opposite Bedford Middle School since Hurricane Irene in August.

Drivers veer around it, into the other lane.  Joggers, walkers, nannies with strollers step out into the road to avoid it.

Our alert reader would move it himself, but he says there’s too much, it’s too heavy and he’s too old.

On the other hand, he says:  Riverside Avenue is much worse.

Nick Ordway: “The Arts Are Oxygen”

Last Sunday, Nick Ordway received a Horizon Award — as an emerging young artist — at the Westport Arts Awards.

It was a great ceremony.  And even though he’s still “emerging,” the Oscar-nominated filmmaker — a Staples grad, Princeton and NYU grad — spoke with the wisdom of the ages.

In his brief speech, he told the Town Hall crowd:

I had a very happy adolescence here in Westport, and I think I can attribute much of that to the prominent role that art had in my life and in this community.

Nick Ordway

When a community supports and fosters the arts, it’s as if it’s planting a new stand of trees.  Everyone can see that trees are beautiful, but what people forget is how much vital oxygen they provide for everyone.

The arts produce a different kind of oxygen, absolutely essential yet equally invisible — so much so that art’s true worth is oftentimes overlooked, and funding and support for the arts are missing on society’s balance sheet.

While some art might have substantial commercial value, much of the arts exists beyond the marketplace.  That’s because the arts have a worth beyond the quantifiable.

The beauty and truth of the arts serve as a consistent reminder of what matters in our lives, and what it means to be human.  They give some people a sense of purpose, and help others just to get through the day.  And they bring us together as a community — they even did so today.

Rather than a commodity to be bought and sold, art is, rather, a gift to be shared and enjoyed.  As an artist, I am merely trying to give back both to art itself, for inspiring and transforming me in so many ways, and to the communities and very special family that helped expose me to the arts in the first place.

So thank you Westport, thank you teachers and parents and friends and other members of this vital community; thank you for recognizing me today. I only hope that through my art I can continue to give back what you’ve given to me.

Remembering Ralph Steinman

It was a riveting story:  Ralph Steinman won this year’s Nobel Prize for Medicine.  The Westport scientist was honored for discoveries about the immune system that led to new treatments for, and prevention of, cancer and infectious diseases.

Steinman used his discoveries to treat himself for pancreatic cancer.  But he lost his 4-year battle on September 30 — 3 days before he was announced as the Nobel winner.

Posthumous Nobels are not allowed.  But the Foundation determined this one had been awarded in good faith.  The honor stood.

Ralph Steinman, Nobel winner -- and Westporter.

Yes, an intriguing — probably even made-for-TV movie — story.  But in the swirl of publicity around Dr. Steinman the Nobel awardee, little was said about Ralph Steinman the husband, father and longtime resident.

Last weekend his twin daughters, Lesley and Alexis, talked about their dad.

He’d worked at Rockefeller since 1971, but he and his wife Claudia wanted to raise their family outside New York City.  They moved first to Sleepy Hollow, but the schools weren’t good enough.  Firm believers in public education, they heard about Westport from friends, investigated, and were sold — in large part because of the schools.

“It was the best of both worlds,” Lesley says.  “He loved the beach, he could commute to New York, and we could get a great education.”

The Steinmans moved here in 1983:  2nd-graders Lesley and Alexis, and their 5th-grade brother Adam.

Ralph Steinman with his 3 young kids, at their North Avenue home.

“Dad worked all the time,” Alexis says.  “He’d take stacks of journals to the beach.  Around the house he gardened, chopped firewood and barbecued.  He relished being ‘in the country,’ but his life was work.”

A world renowned scientist does plenty of traveling.  “He was away an insane amount,” Lesley says.  “There were meetings all over the planet.  But he never got to see any of the places.”

He spent years trying to convince skeptics that his dendritic cell immunology work had merit.

His world, Alexis says, “wasn’t Westport.  It was the scientific community.  That’s why he chilled out whenever he got back here.”

Steinman relished taking his children to to his Rockefeller lab.  “There were pipettes, centrifuges, and mice that he would touch and make them pee.  It was very cool,” Lesley laughs.

Steinman said he had no hobbies — though he skied and played tennis — and “he told all the kids we were way too multi-faceted to go into science,” Alexis says.  She and her sister both live on the West Coast, and are involved in artistic endeavors.  Adam has a law degree from Yale.

“It’s interesting:  Dad taught us to be good scientists without explicitly couching it as ‘science,'” Lesley says.

“He taught us to be critical thinkers, to make decisions based on sound data, to collaborate and not compete, and to work hard.  He never pressured us to go into the natural sciences, but he always encouraged us to be good scientists.”

When Steinman was diagnosed with cancer in 2007, he convinced doctors to harvest his dendritic cells, so he could grow his own and do his own therapy.  “They don’t let many people take their own tumors out of the hospital and work on them,” Lesley notes.

“Luckily he had success.  That, and chemotherapy, helped him live as long as he did.”

The Steinman family, in a recent photo.

Also in 2007 Steinman won the Lasker Award — the “American Nobel.”  He knew that might lead to a Nobel — which he hoped to get, because it would generate more support for his research — but when he did not win it in 2008 or 2009, Lesley says, “he just went back to work.”

He died this year without learning he’d won the Nobel Prize — though, Lesley says, “we like to think he knows he got it.”

In the days following his death, they’ve heard from hundreds of Steinman’s colleagues and former students.  As often happens, his wife and children have learned a lot they never knew.

“He was a matchmaker in the lab!” Alexis says with surprise.  “We found out about all these marriages he helped arrange, and all the kids that resulted.”

“We got a lot of emails from renowned scientists who came through his lab,” Lesley says.  “They talked about how inspired they were by him.  They said they carry his excitement with them, and now they use his lessons with their own students.”

His children also discovered “how proud he was of us,” says Alexis.  “I work in costumes in L.A.  I never knew he was so impressed with Lesley and my creativity, and that he knew how hard we work.”

At the same time, Alexis adds, “We told his colleagues and students how much he thought of them, because he always told us.  But they didn’t know.  I think that was how he kept all of us from being spoiled.”

Claudia and Ralph Steinman

While Steinman was a “father” to so many scientists — and was often away from home — Claudia did most of the child-rearing (while pursuing a full-time career in real estate).

“They complemented each other so well,” Lesley says.  “They were very different, but very much in love.  They were always so affectionate with each other.

“And he always said he would not have been as successful without her love and support.”