Category Archives: Looking back

Staples Interns Show Characters

Over 400 Staples High School seniors are beginning their 2nd week of a 4-week internship program.

Some commute to New York City companies. Others work in Fairfield County, at stores, offices, law firms, non-profits, schools — you name it, they do it.

The Westport Historical Society has 3 interns. They came on board just as the annual 3rd grade tour began — and the high schoolers jumped right in to help.

Jumped right into costume, that is.

Shown below are Harry Garber (miller), Marcel Massarani (farmer) and Wellington Baumann (Continental soldier). They posed with WHS education/creative director Elizabeth DeVoll. She runs the tour, and portrays artist Rose O’Neill — the Westport artist who created the Kewpie characters.

Staples HS interns

Oysters R In Westport’s Season

For months, Westporters have seen — and wondered about — the wooden structures visible at low tide in Sherwood Mill Pond.

They’re used to grow oysters. And though only those folks living on the Mill Pond — or enjoying the view there — have noticed them, they won’t be “secret” for long.

Westport oysters are coming back. In fact, they may be our town’s fastest-growing industry.

And one of our most important.

Last month, near low tide, JP Vellotti snapped this photo at Sherwood Mill Pond. The tops of oyster cages peek above the water.

Last month, near low tide, JP Vellotti snapped this photo at Sherwood Mill Pond. The tops of oyster cages (center) peek above the water.

Oysters are not new. In the mid-1800s 2 men — a Mr. Nash, and a Dr. Deifendorf — grew oysters in the Mill Pond.

The Nash family may be best known for their own pond — off Kings Highway and Woodside — but they have a long oystering history here. In 1908 — several years after Captain Walter Dewitt (“Cap”) Allen married Lida Nash, he bought a small oyster house (the first part of Allen’s Clam House), and 30 acres on the pond.

Accessible only by boat, the house had been built in 1747 with remnants from the cooper shop. It was moved to the middle of the pond at the turn of the 20th century, as the home of a guard who watched the beds for poachers.

The house had been cut into 3 pieces, then dragged out at low tide by a team of oxen. It was built into the island house by Cap’s father Samuel, a carpenter.

When Cap died, his daughter, Beulah Northrop, inherited the island house. She later gave it to her nephew, Sandy Allen, who then sold it to Jeff Northrop Sr.

I learned all this from Jeff Northrop Jr.. His father (Jeff Sr.’s) great-aunt was Lida Nash Allen. For generations, those 3 families have been intertwined.

Some of the oysters harvested last summer from Sherwood Mill Pond. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Some of the oysters harvested last summer from Sherwood Mill Pond. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Captain Allen grew clams and oysters. He ran Allen’s Clam House for several decades. He died in 1954.

The Uccellini family had been involved in the restaurant since World War II. They took over Allen’s Clam House after Cap’s death — but the clamming business ended.

During the Great Influenza Epidemic of 1918-19, the only cure was said to be clam broth. Believing there were only enough clams to feed the locals, men with guns defended the Mill Pond from New York marauders.

Jeff Sr. was born in 1952. At age 4 he sat on Captain Allen’s lap, eating his first oyster. He lived on Grove Point, and spent summers playing at the tidal gates.

From 1957 on, the pond lay dormant. Jeff grew up, and worked in the boat business.

In 1971 — after graduating from Staples — he began growing oysters with Rand McNeill. They took their crop to Fulton Fish Market. Older buyers there immediately recognized the distinctive Mill Pond taste, from decades earlier. Eventually though, the business died.

In 2008, Jeff Sr. sold his boat company. He wanted to revive the family’s oyster business.

Automated tidal gates help drain Sherwood Mill Pond -- a boon to oyster production. Last summer, a Weston boy played near the gates -- just as Jeff Northrop did when he was a kid.

Automated tidal gates help drain Sherwood Mill Pond — a boon to oyster production. Last summer, a Weston boy played near the gates — just as Jeff Northrop did when he was a kid. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Just before his 2 million oysters were ready for their first harvest, Hurricane Sandy roared in. Sand sucked from the Saugatuck River was deposited in the Mill Pond. The oysters — planted on the bottom — suffocated.

But Jeff and his son are determined to bring oystering back. They re-examined growing techniques, and raised enough capital to do it all again. They call their venture Hummock Island.

A company studying the water called Sherwood Mill Pond one of the best oyster-growing mediums they’d seen. It usually takes 3 years to grow mature oysters. Because this pond is so nutrient-rich, oysters need just 18 months.

The Northrops now grow their oysters in bags. Placed in cages off the pond floor, they’re away from sand and crabs. Those 500 cages — in 2 rows, each 600 feet long — are visible only at low tide. They hold another 2 million oysters.

When the Mill Pond was drained last summer, the Northrops got a chance to inspect their oysters. They're grown in bags, hung from cages that are usually submerged. (Photo/Dan Woog)

When the Mill Pond was drained last summer, the Northrops got a chance to inspect their oysters. They’re grown in bags, hung from cages that are usually submerged. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Because the Mill Pond can be drained, the Northrops have a unique opportunity to work on their oysters. Every day, tidal gates allow over 2.5 million cubic meters of fresh, nutrient-rich water to enter the pond. All the conditions align for bountiful harvests, with firm white meats, beautiful shells and an intimate meroir.

Oysters are very efficient sources of protein. They’re non-polluting. They produce no waste.

Plus, they’re feeder filters. Since they started growing, the water quality of the Mill Pond has increased dramatically.

A rare view of Sherwood Mill Pond, while it's drained. The view is from mid-pond, toward Hillspoint Road and Compo Hill beyond. (Photo/Dan Woog)

A rare view of Sherwood Mill Pond while it’s drained, with the Northrops’ oyster cages visible. The view is from mid-pond, toward Hillspoint Road and Compo Hill beyond. (Photo/Dan Woog)

A special boat comes into the channel. (The Northrops own the land used to get in and out of the channel.)

Hummock Island oysters are on the menu at restaurants like Pearl at Longshore. They’re available in local stores.

You can’t see the oyster beds, except at extreme low tide. Most Westporters don’t know they’re there. (Many don’t even know about the magical Mill Pond.)

But — just like years ago — the oyster world knows Westport.

(More exciting news: Tours of the oyster farm are in the works!)

Greens Farms Tavern?!

Alert “06880” reader Seth Schachter spotted this token for sale the other day, on eBay:

Greens Farms Tavern collage

It was listed by someone in South Carolina, and sold for $25.

What’s much more interesting up here in “06880” is this:

  • What was the Greens Farms Tavern? And where, in when?
  • Who is “EJT”?
  • What are these tokens for, and what would 5 of them get in trade?

If you know anything about the tavern — or the tokens — click “Comments.” The most complete answer wins a free drink, courtesy of “06880.”

Redeemable only at the Greens Farms Tavern.

Ushering In The Playhouse

It takes a ton of people to produce a Westport Country Playhouse show.

There are actors and director, of course. Plus costume designers, set builders, lighting and sound technicians, marketing staff, ticket sellers, and many more.

Including ushers.

Recently, 3 former — very former — ushers reminisced about that long-ago, very intriguing and quite satisfying summer work.

When Marilyn Harding, Arlene Gertzoff and Ed Gerber were growing up, the Playhouse was an “otherworldly” place. Repurposed in the 1930s, the erstwhile tannery had become a cozy red theater presenting the best of Broadway (and headed-to-Broadway) plays and musicals.

Westport artist Stevan Dohanos -- known nationally for his Saturday  Evening Post covers and US postage stamps -- created the cover for this 1960s-era Playhouse playbill.

Westport artist Stevan Dohanos — known nationally for his Saturday Evening Post covers and US postage stamps — created the cover for this 1960s-era Playhouse playbill.

Casts included great actors and actresses — and those who would later become great.

In the 1960s, when Marilyn, Arlene and Ed were teenagers, the Playhouse was just 3 decades old. But it was already one of the most famous summer stock houses in the country.

Arlene says that for both the audience and ushers, the Playhouse was much more formal than today. Marilyn “found my string of pearls, whacked 3 inches off the hem of my black silk sheath — after all, it was the ’60s — dusted off my Capezios, pulled my hair into a French twist and was out the door.”

Ed, meanwhile, “unhappily” wore a blazer and tie.

Ushers worked under Jan De Vries, daughter of famed Westport author Peter De Vries. Ed calls her “a friendly sort, requiring nothing more of us than that we showed up on time having educated ourselves about the quirks of the theater’s seating chart, and that we greeted each guest with a polite ‘good evening’ as we checked their tickets and helped them find their seats.”

Playhouse playbill - ushers

Thanks to the ushers, from the playbill shown above.

The 3 ushers loved the Playhouse’s musty smell of paint, polish, aging red upholstery, creaky floors and unpredictable “air conditioning.”

Some of the seats were not very good, offering poor sight lines and uncomfortable balcony chairs. House managers dealt with unhappy customers.

Ushers were in awe of apprentices, who planned on careers in theaters. They and the touring actors lived in nearby housing, owned by or rented to the Playhouse (ushers lived at home, with their parents).

But ushers reveled in the chance to see a different play each week, with remarkable casts including Helen Hayes, Myrna Loy, Tallulah Bankhead, Joel Grey, Claude Rains, Sammy Davis Jr., Alan Alda and Liza Minelli.

When the show was over, ushers headed up the street to the Ice Cream Parlor.

All 3 left Westport, seeking fame and fortune elsewhere.

Marilyn, Arlene and Ed are all retired now, from varied and intriguing careers.

And all 3 are happy subscribers to the Playhouse. Where, half a century later, a new cast of ushers shows them to their seats.

A decade ago, the Westport Country Playhouse replaced its bench seating with individual seats. But they're still red. Some things never change.

A decade ago, the Westport Country Playhouse replaced its bench seating with individual seats. But they’re still red. Some things never change.

Westport Law School

It’s close. But one of the few things Westport has more of than entitled drivers is lawyers.

law degreeWe’ve got corporate lawyers, real estate lawyers, defense lawyers, patent lawyers and environmental lawyers.

We’ve got partners in huge New York firms, and folks who practice out of their homes.

We’ve got attorneys  whose careers have nothing to do with law. We’ve got our share of disbarred lawyers too.

Their degrees come from Harvard and Texas, UConn and Hastings, and every school in between.

But what no Westport lawyer has is a degree from Westport Law School.

Once upon a time — people did.

Local realtor/amateur historian Mary Palmieri Gai has unearthed a fantastic nugget: Westport once had a law school. It is mentioned in books that list law schools, which she found while researching nearby property.

It was located at what is now 29 Ferry Lane East, off South Compo. The post-and-beam house — which dates to at least 1811 — has ceilings that are higher than usual for that era. Mary says such construction “suggests a law school.”

Originally a saltbox or vernacular colonial, it has been expanded several times since.

29 East Ferry Lane today.

29 East Ferry Lane today.

There is not much more in any archives about Westport’s Law School. There is a rumor that the house served as a staging area for the 1912 train accident mentioned recently in “06880” (details of which Mary also unearthed).

Mary’s love of history began 30 years ago, when she learned that her husband is cousins of the Burritts (of Burritts Landing fame). Interestingly, Mr. Burritt ran the Saugatuck River ferry that gave its name to Ferry Lane.

That has nothing to do with Westport’s law school — whose existence, including its actual name, has been lost to the ages.

But the weekend weather forecast is for rain. Perhaps one of our town’s many attorneys — one who particularly likes doing detailed research — can spend some time digging into the days when Westport had fewer lawyers than today.

But one more law school.

Hilla von Rebay: Westport’s Other Baroness

Gabriele von Langendorff — the subject of a recent “06880” story — is not Westport’s only baroness.

Lrt’s not forget Hilla von Rebay.

According to the German website Spiegel, she was “an obsessed patron of art, and the long-time girlfriend of one of the United States’ richest men.”

She also inspired the Guggenheim Museum.

Hilla von Rebay, around 1915.

Hilla von Rebay, around 1915.

Von Rebay was born in Alsace in 1890. Her father was a Prussian general. She attended a private school in Paris, then “dove head first into the bohemian lifestyles of Munich, Berlin, and sometimes Paris, before spending time with the Dadaists in Zurich.” She had “numerous affairs,” including one with Hans Arp.

In 1926, she came to the US. She was soon known as “one of the most powerful but also most eccentric women in the art world.”

She met Solomon Guggenheim — who was 30 years older — and one of America’s wealthiest men. She inspired his interest in art, and advised him on what became his noted and extensive collection,

The pair — with Guggenheim’s “querulous looking wife” — traveled throughout Europe. They met “young and wild” people like Marc Chagall, Paul Klee and Piet Mondrian, and bought hundreds of pieces of art.

Guggenheim and von Rebay rented an apartment at New York’s Plaza Hotel, and put on art exhibits there. They formed the Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation in 1939, and planned a new building on Central Park.

The baroness was influential in selecting Frank Lloyd Wright (who called her a “superwoman”) to design what became the Guggenheim Museum. It took nearly 2 decades to complete, due to problems with finding a proper site, revisions of plans, and material and labor shortages during and after World War II.

Hilla von Rebay with a model of the proposed Guggenheim Museum, 1946.

Hilla von Rebay with a model of the proposed Guggenheim Museum, 1946.

During the process, von Rebay had a falling-out with the Guggenheim family. “My aunt was a difficult person who liked writing nasty letters,” said her nephew Roland von Rebay. Three years after Guggenheim died in 1949, the family ousted her from the museum’s board of directors.

She was not invited to the opening of the new Upper East Side building in 1959. In fact, she never set foot in it.

That chill thawed in the 2000s. A Guggenheim exhibit showcased “this extremely independent woman.” A book and documentary honored her life and work.

So what’s the Westport connection?

Baroness von Rebay owned an estate at 83 Morningside Drive South, called Franton Court. She bought it in 1937 and retreated there after battling the Guggenheim family, finding solace in her lawns and gardens. Every year, tulips were shipped from the Netherlands.

Hilla von Rebay in Westport in the 1940s, with Rudolf Bauer, Fernand Legerand and others.

Hilla von Rebay in Westport in the 1940s, with Rudolf Bauer, Fernand Legerand and others.

Former Westporter Vivianne Pommier remembers her well. The house was filled with “millions and millions of dollars of art.”

“We would be invited over for lunch or dinner,” Pommier recalls. “She would pull Klees and Kandinskys from behind the toilets. Amazing paintings were crammed into every place possible — on walls, and behind things.”

Hilla von Rebay: a self-portrait.

Hilla von Rebay: a self-portrait.

The Westport Historical Society featured her in a 2005 exhibit. It included her paintings and pochoirs, and works of artists she promoted like Vasily Kandinsky, Rudolph Bauer and Alexander Calder.

Von Rebay died in 1967. She left much of her personal collection to the Guggenheim.

Two acres of her estate — including her home and outbuildings — were sold. Four other acres became building lots.

But 8 1/2 acres of Franton Court are now part of the  Aspetuck Land Trust. Those gardens, specimen trees, wooded wetlands and trails are preserved as a nature and wildlife sanctuary — and are open to the public.

You won’t see any art there. But you will feel connected to one more rich — if long-forgotten — piece of royal Westport history.

Part of the Hilla von Rebay collection.

Part of the Hilla von Rebay Arboretum.

 

UPDATE — Center Street’s “Retirement Homes”

After posting the story below, Rob Haroun — president of SIR Development — posted the following comment:

The houses are not slated for demolition within the next few days. SIR Development is presently working on a Text Amendment, #711, to save historic houses throughout the town including this house at SIR’s sole expense. It is unfortunate that the author of the article did not check in with SIR or the Town before posting.

This past Saturday for health and safety reasons, the 1950’s asbestos siding was removed, with all proper procedures and authorizations so that the existing clapboard siding, shown in the picture, can be showcased to the public as to what the building actually looked like. SIR took the same action when it renovated 15 Powers Court to showcase the authentic clapboard siding which was noted when SIR received the HDC preservation award a few years back.

SIR Development is proud to continue working on preserving historic structures throughout the town including 90 Post Road East, The Old Town Hall.

The story has been amended to reflect the erroneous information provided earlier to me. 

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Late last year, I posted a story about the impending demolition of 3 houses on Center Street.

Two dated from the 1700s, though tax records are sketchy. One is a 1938 vernacular.

Their time has come. Demolition is slated within the next few days.

25 Center Street -- days before the bulldozer.

25 Center Street — days before the bulldozer.

Before they go, alert “06880” reader Nancy Avery Baloglu — whose grandfather, Howard Avery, turned a barn into one of those homes nearly 80 years ago — wants to give them their due.

(She notes, realistically, “it is time for the tired houses to be retired.”)

The homes stand on what was once a 30-acre tract  owned by the Samuel Mills family, circa 1770. The land was sold in 1840 to Walter Sherwood, then came later to the Avery and Mills families.  All are important Westport names.

Some of the folks associated with the property include Mary Boyle, who weeded onion fields in Green’s Farms with F.T. Bedford, before he made his fortune in oil; George and Howard Avery, who worked for the Bedford family as a chauffeur and horseman, respectively, and Joe Avery, longtime huntsman and dressage instructor at Fairfield County Hunt Club.

The Center Street homes will soon be “retired” (to use Nancy’s gentle term). We thank her for this final look back.

Mary Boyle Mills Avery -- shown here near a Center Street porch -- was Nancy Avery Baloglu's great-grandmother.

Mary Boyle Mills Avery — shown here near a Center Street porch — was Nancy Avery Baloglu’s great-grandmother.

 

 

Tragic Westport Train Wrecks: The Sequel

Last Sunday — for no reason other than macabre fascination — “06880” featured astonishing footage of a long-forgotten 1912 Westport train wreck.

Seven people died, and 50 were injured, in what remains one of the worst disasters in local history.

Turns out that was not the only rail tragedy on our tracks.

On November 16, 1912 — barely a month after the Saugatuck crash — another New York, New Haven & Hartford train went off the rails. This one was 2000 feet from the Green’s Farms station.

It was not as bad as the earlier accident. The engine and baggage car of the Merchants Limited Express safely passed a crossover switch. But 4 steel cars were not as fortunate. The New York Times account 2 days later does not mention any deaths or injuries.

Alert “06880” reader Seth Schachter provides these images, from a collection he’s amassed over the years.

A long view of the Green's Farms train wreck.

A long view of the Green’s Farms train wreck.

Another angle.

Another angle — this one with onlookers.

A close-up of one of the shattered cars.

A close-up of one of the shattered cars.

Another view.

Another view.

Two decades later — in the early morning hours of September 27, 1935 — 2 freight trains collided. Engineer John Sheehan burned to death, as his cab hung precariously over the Saugatuck River.

Seth Schachter also provides these photos, from  his collection.

Westporters gather on the banks of the Saugatuck River, following the 1935 crash.

Westporters gather on the banks of the Saugatuck River, following the 1935 crash.

The engineer's cab dangles over the Saugatuck River, following the 1935 crash.

The engineer’s cab dangles over the Saugatuck River.

“Train wrecks of yore” will not be a recurring “06880” feature.

However, as Americans debate the state of our crumbling infrastructure — and what it means for our transportation future — it’s not a bad idea to look back at the not-always-so-good old days.

Longshore Seaplane: The Sequel

This morning’s post about Westport’s seaplane past brought an instant response from Scott Smith.

And a photo:

Last seaplane - Longshore - from John Kantor

Click on photo to enlarge.

The former chair of Longshore’s 50th anniversary as a town park got the image from John Kantor, longtime owner of Longshore Sailing School.

Scott writes:

John gave me this photo of a seaplane taxiing away from the sailing school dock. He described it as “the last seaplane” that took off from that area. Note the police vessel standing by.

Scott adds that Lucia White — a well-known artist, now in her 90s — told Scott that her brother was a seaplane pilot in the 1930s and ’40s. He once flew one of the Bedford family’s planes to Florida. When he was a few days late reporting back, Lucia’s mother raised a fit with Mrs. Bedford.

Attention All Seaplane Pilots!

Don’t ask me how, but spectacularly alert reader Mary Gai spotted this ad, from the Norwalk Hour of October 27, 1948:

Westport Seaplane Base

That’s it. I had never heard of a seaplane base — or a Sea Wings Club — ever.

A fairly thorough search did not turn up any photos, either.

Pretty amazing for an organization that was around for at least 10 years.

Inquiring minds want to know more. If you have any information about seaplanes in Westport — or can find photos — click “Comments” below. Or email dwoog@optonline.net.

Our seaplane story — with the lowest rates “in the history of aviation” — deserves to be told.