Monthly Archives: June 2014

Frank Corbo And Lis Comm’s Very Important Lessons

This month, Frank Corbo retires after nearly 5 decades in education. He spent 30 years as a classroom math teacher, 13 as a department chair who taught 2 classes, and the past 6 years as Westport’s full-time grades 6-12 math chair. He has helped put Westport on the world math education map.

At 70 years old, he looks back at his career — and discusses what he’s learned.

First, you have to love the subject you teach. I love math. It is much more than computation and manipulation of symbols. Math is about thinking. Math is a language that gives us an alternate window to view and understand the world. Math can can surprise and delight. It can also be a thing of beauty and elegance, in its ability to generalize and compress big ideas into symbols. One simple differential equation can express an infinity of meaning.

Frank Corbo

Frank Corbo

Second, you have to love your students. You must find something you can genuinely like in each one, no matter how challenging he or she may be. Unless you can connect with your students as human beings, as individuals, and find their strengths, you can never reach them.

After talking about trust — between students and teachers, teachers and department chairs, department chairs and building administrators — Corbo says:

The hierarchical workforce paradigm is different from the commonly accepted one. Teachers are not the workers. Instead they are leaders of the workforce, which is the students. The product is learning. Productivity is measured not by how many hours or classes a teacher teaches. but how much work the kids do. And that depends on how good a leader the teacher is — how well the teacher plans tasks that will lead students to a deeper understanding, and motivate them to complete those tasks.

My job as an administrator is to bring teachers new ideas, ask provocative questions, and push them to think about what they are doing and why. If there is trust, teachers will be open to new ideas, to trying new approaches. I have been fortunate to lead an exceptional group of teachers, arguably the best group of math teachers in the country. They are intelligent, professional, adaptable, good-humored, and passionate in their commitment to kids and to high-quality math education.

Westport is an exceptional district. My years here have been fulfilling, challenging and enjoyable. Thank you all.

Frank Corbo is not the only administrator retiring — not even in his family. His wife, Lis Comm, steps down too, after 44 years in Westport. Her current position is townwide director of secondary education. She says:

Lis Comm

Lis Comm

First, I love my subject area: English. Teaching students to read the word is really teaching them to read the world and to read themselves. And teaching students to write is really teaching them to think about their place in the world, to solve real world problems, and to find out who they are.

Reading and talking about literature, poetry, and non-fiction, in a classroom together, is an extraordinary opportunity to get to know the best that has been thought and written through the ages, to get to know yourself and others. I am proud to say I was a full-time English teacher for 25 years.

Second, I would go into education again because of teachers in Westport. I saw amazing teaching in every classroom. Really good teachers are my heroes. I think William Ayers got it right when he described the work of a teacher as “exhausting, complex, idiosyncratic, never twice the same—… at its heart, an intellectual and ethical enterprise…. Teaching begins in challenge and is never far from mystery.” Who would not fall in love with a job description like that?

Working with young people has kept me young in spirit and forced me to at least try to keep up with a fast changing world. The great educator Elliott Eisner said that students ensure our immortality. Our lives as teachers live on in theirs.  That is quite a remarkable thought!

Sweet Sounds Of Summer

First came the redevelopment of Saugatuck.

Then came Saugatuck Sweets.

Now we’ve got “Sweet Sounds of Summer.” It’s a weekend concert series promoted by (cue the marketing tie-in) Saugatuck Sweets, the candy and ice cream store that is part of a sizzling new riverside scene.

The series kicked off Saturday night, on the plaza between Sweets and The Whelk. The band – Adult Swim — proves you’re never old to play rock ‘n’ roll.

Members include Westporters Karen Greenblatt, Trish Boyle and Jonathan Schwartz. They met at Fairfield’s School of Rock (which should change its tagline of “Inspiring Kids to Rock on Stage”).

Adult Swim rocks along the river.

Adult Swim rocks along the river.

The 2 female guitarists started playing a couple of years ago. Greenblatt took piano lessons as a youngster, but stage fright prevented her from even playing at a recital.

She’s now following through on a dream of playing in a band — and in public.

Public it was on Saturday. The plaza is right off Riverside Avenue. So besides the good-sized crowd, everyone walking and driving by saw and heard the music.

The Adult Swimmers have fun. But they’re serious about their craft. They rehearse once a week. They performed recently at the Acoustic Cafe in Bridgeport, and have 2 upcoming gigs at Bobby Q’s.

Their music spans several decades. It includes lesser-known songs, like the Rolling Stones’ “Loving Cup.”

A small portion of the big crowd, after the sun went down.

A small portion of the big crowd, after the sun went down.

The concert series continues Fridays and Saturdays, with new groups and singers all the time.

How sweet is that!

(Hat tip to Fred Cantor, for the story idea and research.)

 

Remembering Ruth Bedford

An era has ended.

Ruth Bedford — the last surviving grandchild of Edward T. Bedford, who was a director of Standard Oil, the founder of the Westport Family Y and namesake of Bedford Middle School — died Saturday. She was 99.

Years ago, Ruth Bedford hosted this Westport Y event. She is shown with Lester Giegerich (left) and Dr. Malcolm Beinfield. (Photo courtesy of Westport Y)

Years ago, Ruth Bedford hosted this Westport Y event. She is shown with Lester Giegerich (left) and Dr. Malcolm Beinfield. (Photo courtesy of Westport Y)

Ruth died 2 days before the 90th annual meeting of the Y — the last to be held in the original Bedford Building. When the Y moves to Mahackeno in September, the downtown site will be replaced by a retail/residential complex called, fittingly, Bedford Square.

Ruth was also a longtime supporter of the Y. She was a trustee for many years, and at her death continued as a trustee emeriti. In her younger days, she was also an avid sailor and pilot.

According to the Y, Ruth volunteered with American Red Cross in World War II, and was stationed in England during bombings. 

Like her sister Lucie Briggs Cunningham Warren, Ruth was a major supporter of the Norwalk Hospital, and many other local charitable causes. 

Her sister died 2 years ago, at 104. Ruth’s niece, Lucie Cunningham McKinney, died last month, age 80.

When Ruth’s sister Lucie died in in 2012, “06880” posted these recollections from Charlie Taylor. In honor of the remarkable Bedford family, we publish it again:

I worked as a landscape gardener and laborer for Ruth Bedford and her father Fred (Edward T. Bedford’s son) on their Beachside Avenue estate from 1958 — when I was a Staples sophomore — until I graduated from college in 1965. What a great place to work!

Edward T. Bedford -- Ruth's grandfather -- built an enormous estate on Beachside Avenue.

Edward T. Bedford — Ruth’s grandfather — built an enormous estate on Beachside Avenue.

My dad had encouraged me to go to Nyala Farms to get a job at the dairy, as a 15-year-old. (NOTE:  The 52-acre farm, now bordered by Green’s Farms Road and the Sherwood Island Connector, had been owned since 1910 by the Bedford family. Fred Bedford named it after the beautiful “nyala” — antelope — he’d seen on safari in Africa.)

Louis Gordon — chief gardener and estate caretaker — intercepted me. He told me to report on Saturday “down on the Shore Road. I’ll put you to work on the Bedford Place.” I stayed for the next 6 summers.

It took up 17 acres, mostly on the Sound. I spent all day cutting the front and back yard of the house, with a 6-foot Locke mower. I started at $1.10 an hour, for an 8-hour day.

There was a greenhouse where we grew cut flowers for the main house, and a truck farm across the road. I was in charge of storing a year’s supply of coal to fire the furnace for the greenhouse. A truck came at the beginning of June, and dumped a small mountain of coal. It took me 6 days — 8 hours a day — to move the coal into the bin.

The main house included a big game trophy room, and models of hulls of 12-meter racing boats.

The Bedford estate (front view).

The Bedford estate (front view).

The dock went probably 120 feet into the Sound. A little house at the end received guests in bad weather. Stairs went down into the water, to ease passengers onto the dock and walkway that led to the expansive backyard and rear entrance to the main house.

Mr. Bedford kept a long, black Cadillac limo for trips to his homes in New York and Palm Beach.

The Bedford estate gardens.

The Bedford estate gardens.

Numerous car commercials were shot on the estate, especially the semicircular pea gravel driveway. Every Friday I raked all the tire tracks from the driveway, in preparation for the weekend. It was so long, the job took 4 hours. I also weeded the driveway.

One day I was clearing brush. Mr. Gordon was talking to the man who owned the property next door. It was J.C. Penney himself. We were never introduced.

My favorite times were Friday evenings, at quitting time. Mr. Gordon would ask if I had a date that night. If I did, he’d whip up a corsage of carnations or other flowers for my date. If I was staying home, he’d make up an arrangement for my mom.

When I was in college, Mr. Gordon occasionally let me take dates down to the dock, to swim. He told me to be very discreet, however. And I was.

Charlie Taylor, today.

Charlie Taylor, today.

Mr. Gordon sent me on some dangerous assignments, like 50 feet into huge old elm trees to prune, or onto chimneys at the main house to cut back ivy. But I gained confidence during those summers. I learned to work and give all-out effort. He accepted nothing less than the best. There were no slackers on the Bedford payroll.

He made me very proud of myself. When he chewed me out, I deserved it. More to the point, he explained why he was chewing me out, and the importance of doing a good job.

I owe Westport, and the Bedfords, a lot. Miss Ruth, if you read this, thanks for the week I caught poison ivy so bad that when I showed up for work with a face and fingers so swollen, you sent me home — but you still paid me my $80 for the week I missed. I learned a lot from you too, Miss Ruth. Thank you.

(Charlie Taylor is now a senior development officer at the Vanderbilt University School of Engineering. He’s also a long-time musician. To keep busy while mowing the Bedford lawn, he made up song lyrics. He later studied songwriting at UCLA, and worked with musicians like Gram Parsons, Billy Preston and others.)

Mark Mathias: “Why We Live In Westport”

Mark Mathias is many things: An information technology specialist. Mini Maker Faire founder and c0-chair. Board of Ed member.

And excellent photographer.

Longshore, between the pool and the pavilion.

Longshore, between the pool and the pavilion.

Mark was so taken by Sunday’s perfect weather that he roamed around town, taking tons of very cool photos.

With the panoramic feature of his mobile phone.

Longshore's E.R. Strait Marina.

Longshore’s E.R. Strait Marina.

These are spectacular shots. Unfortunately, the “06880” format does not do them justice.

Fortunately, if you have an enlarge feature — hovering or double-clicking on your computer; swiping out on your phone; whatever — you can see Mark’s photos in all their glory.

The small Riverside Avenue park, across from Saugatuck Elementary School.

The small Riverside Avenue park, across from Saugatuck Elementary School.

You can also click on his Flickr.

A Compo Beach lifeguard.

A Compo Beach lifeguard.

Mark calls this series “Why We Live in Westport.” He might subtitle it: “A Realtor’s Gold Mine.”

It doesn't get more Westport than this.

It doesn’t get more Westport than this.

 

 

 

The Bridge Always Wins

It’s a toss-up where this happens more: Saugatuck Avenue or South Compo.

Both places are crossed by railroad bridges.

Both places have prominent “low bridge” signs, with heights prominently posted.

Both places are the scenes of frequent accidents, when truck drivers don’t see the signs. Or don’t believe them. Or think they can squeeze through anyway.

Alert “06880” reader Adam Stolpen captured this afternoon’s accident, by the train station. Check out the message on the side of the truck!

Low bridge accident - Route 136 Westport

Be careful out there.

A Very Special Little League “Challenge”

The 2nd season of Challenger Little League baseball is in the books. And it’s hard to tell who had more fun: the boys and girls with disabilities, or the “buddies” who helped them.

18 “Westport Winner” players faced Greenwich yesterday, at the season-ender on Meyer Field.

As always, each Winner had a buddy to help them at bat and in the field. This time the buddies included the regulars — players’ siblings, and commissioners’ and coaches’ kids — plus special guests: 8 of the 11 boys from last summer’s Little League World Series squad. Scott Stagg and Mike Connors are the highly regarded coaches.

There may be no joy in Mudville. But there sure is at Meyer Field, during Challenger Little League's final day of the season.

There may be no joy in Mudville. But there sure is at Meyer Field, during Challenger Little League’s final day of the season.

After the game, the players and their buddies shared pizzas. Then came trophies, and player-picture baseball cards for all.

Everyone is already looking forward to next year. Congrats to all involved in this Challenger program — which is really no challenge at all.

 

Hillary Frank’s “Longest, Shortest Time”

Most radio producers don’t get jobs by recording interviews on their parents’ answering machine, then feeding clips into a boombox.

Then again, most radio producers are not vying for Ira Glass’ attention.

But the quirky “This American Life” personality liked what he heard from Hillary Frank. In 2000 he hired her for his Chicago staff.

Hillary Frank

Hillary Frank

It was a great career move. The Westport native — who had left Staples 7 years earlier as a junior, heading straight to Tufts — learned plenty at the popular, offbeat, interview-driven radio show.

She began freelaning for “Studio 360,” “”Marketplace” and “All Things Considered.” She wrote 3 novels.

Then, in 2010, Hillary had a baby. Childbirth and recovery were rough. She’d just moved to New Jersey. She had no other moms to talk to.

“After all those years as a radio producer, I knew I could ask anyone anything by sticking a microphone in their face,” Hillary says.

It worked. Asking questions was cathartic. She felt better — and the women she talked with did too.

Working irregularly (“during naptimes”), she produced 20 shows in 3 years. All were about early parenthood. She called it “The Longest Shortest Time.”

The topics were typical Hillary. “The Emperor’s New Onesie” covered a toddler who refused to wear clothing. After 2 stark naked months, she was diagnosed with a sensory disorder. The girl’s mother told the story in a funny, relatable way.

For a piece on natural childbirth, Hillary revisited her own experience. She interviewed her midwife and others, wondering whether she could have done anything differently. The answer: probably not.

Hillary Frank logo

Hillary’s stories ranged from ridiculous to serious. Topics included miscarriages, the NICU, and a lifelong vegetarian who thought her son’s digestive problem came from her breast milk, and began eating meat.

Hillary started by emailing 300 colleagues and friends. Slowly — through word of mouth, and a shoutout on “This American Life”‘s Facebook page — her audience grew. Strangers submitted their own stories.

Last fall, Hillary realized she needed to start making money from her podcasts. Kickstarter provided donors and sponsors.

Now WNYC has picked up her podcasts. They air it on their website, through their iTunes channel, and via their app. She’s promoted it on the Brian Lehrer and Leonard Lopate shows too.

Tomorrow (Tuesday, June 17, 3 p.m.) she hosts a Google hangout called “What’s Up With Your Boobs?” (It’s about lactation.)

Hillary Frank podcast

Hillary just completed her 32nd episode. A father is surprised to feel indifferent — at times miserable — after his child is born. His wife, meanwhile, is thrilled.

Hillary approaches the story the same way she does every other one: with a twist. She doesn’t probe the feelings themselves; instead, she examines spousal conflict in parenthood.

“The Longest Shortest Time” is well worth all of yours.

Hannah DeBalsi Does It Again!

Staples’ super sophomore Hannah DeBalsi “ran away” with yesterday’s New Balance Outdoor National high school 2-mile championship. She won it by a phenomenal 13 seconds, in Greensboro, North Carolina.

Hannah’s 10:09.08 is a personal best. And she did it by beating girls she had never outraced before.

Last year she placed 3rd — with a national freshman record of 10:16.

Here is a link to a video of Hannah’s race.

Hannah DeBalsi, in earlier action. (Photo/Bob Luckey)

Hannah DeBalsi, in earlier action. (Photo/Bob Luckey)

 

Looking At A Long-Ago Day At The Beach

The old photos posted yesterday of Compo Beach brought comments from “06880” readers who remember when the beach was rocky and rutted. At the same time, it was home to massive bathhouses, and a handsome pavilion.

Several comments referenced the 2-story pavilion, shown in one of yesterday’s photos. Today it’s a simple shaded area, popular with picnickers. In the early 20th century, it rose 2 stories. A hurricane — no one seems to remember when — demolished the structure. But the town saved the roof, which we still use today.

Alert “06880” reader Loretta Hallock sent along postcards, showing 2 other views of the scene:

Compo Beach - original pavilion

Compo Beach - original pavilion 2

Note the wooden ramp heading to the water (and the formal clothes that must have made for a miserable day at the beach).

Note too that the buildings obscured any view of the beach from behind it. Kind of makes the current controversy over perimeter parking seem minor-league.

 

That Beach At Longshore? Don’t Laugh.

Yesterday’s post — about some mis-captioned photos at Joey’s, one of which refers to Compo as “Longshore Beach” — sent Scott Smith scurrying to his files.

Four years ago, he chaired Longshore’s 50th anniversary celebration. (That’s 50 years as a town-owned facility. For 30 years before that, it was a private club.)

Scott dug up some interesting memorabilia. It shows that — once upon a time — there reaally was a “Longshore beach.”

Here’s a marketing piece from its country club days:

Longshore Beach and Country Club

Sure, any artist could draw a nice beach. (And add tons of watercraft.)

But photos don’t lie. (At least not in the pre-Photoshop days.) Here’s one from 1934:

Longshore aerial view - 1934

Longshore is at the left. Note how much beach there was — and not only near the pool but all the way west, near what is now Hendricks Point.

In the mid-1960s, after the town bought the club (for the best $1.9 million ever spent — if we hadn’t acted fast, it would have sold as 184 building lots), Longshore looked like this:

Longshore aerial view - 1960s

There was still plenty of beach (and moss-covered rocks). Longshore Sailing School was quite a bit smaller then.

But no trip down Longshore’s memory lane is complete without this:

Longshore tower

Referred to as both a “tower” and “lighthouse,” it sat near the present pavilion entrance to the pool area. It was torn down in the 1960s.

All that remain today are memories — of that very cool structure, and the sandy “Longshore beach.”