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Eleish Van Breems: Downtown’s New Remarkable Store

New Westporters know it as Talbots.

Those with longer memories lovingly recall Esther Kramer’s Remarkable Book Shop.

But in the 1950s Edie Van Breems’ aunt actually lived in the 1775 home, at the very visible Main Street/Parker Harding Plaza corner, before it turned into a business.

Which is why the native Westporter feels honored to restore the fabled property to some of its past glory. The 18th century chestnut post and beam frame, reclaimed basement and resurrected courtyard all pay homage to its historic past, beginning as sea captain Ebenezer Coley’s trading post.

Yet Eleish Van Breems Home‘s new flagship store also brings both 21st-century style and timeless whimsical touches that make it — well, a remarkable addition to downtown Westport.

Edie Van Breems, with original the building’s beams. 

EVB opened earlier this month. There was no grand announcement or splashy party.

But — after watching and waiting, during 2 1/2 years of meticulous renovation — many intrigued downtown visitors are wandering in to the warm, inviting space.

They are thrilled at the transformation.

The main floor. (Contributed photo)

The custom furniture, accessories, Swedish antiques, vintage lamps, bronze windows, French oak floors, walnut shelving and Italian staircase are stunning first-floor features.

Upstairs is a “floral aerie,” with wide-open views of the Saugatuck River.

The 2nd floor “aerie.”

Downstairs, Van Breems and her business partner Rhonda Eleish pay homage to the Remarkable Book Shop. Books, cozy nooks, kids’ toys and puzzles, and touches of pink all recall the beloved store.

The owners remember feeling so welcome there. Now they’ve recreated the mood, with a “fika bar” on Thursdays and Fridays. (Fika, a Swedish tradition with coffee and pastries, is a late afternoon time to relax with friends, or alone.)

Even the basement (accessible through a trap door, but closed to customers) shows the devotion paid to the restoration. The crib construction at the base of the chimney — filled with rocks from the Saugatuck River, which until the 1950s lapped up against the back of the house — is still there.

Wood in the basement came from trees that were already 200 years old in the 1700s. The original bark remains. A dehumidifier runs constantly, ensuring they’ll last for many more decades.

Eleish Van Breems Home general manager Brendan Dempsey, with the bark still on centuries-old wood by the chimney.

Edie Van Breems’ Westport roots do not date back to the 18th century. But they’re plenty deep.

Both sets of grandparents lived here. Her relatives, the Nespor family, once owned the building she has now renovated. (That’s how her Aunt Julie — still alive, in Florida — came to live there.)

Van Breems and Eleish love Westport. Longtime friends, they both graduated from Greens Farms Academy.

They opened their first store on Railroad Place in Saugatuck, across from the train station where both their fathers commuted. It was convenient for them to head into New York City, and for their clients who came from there.

Rhonda Eleish and Edie Van Breems. Their new flagship store has views of the Saugatuck River.

They expanded to Woodbury, New Preston and Nantucket. But Van Breems’ life goal was to get the Main Street building back in her family.

During COVID, they seized the chance to buy it.

“The Remarkable Book Shop was such a part of everyone’s hearts,” she says.

Now — whether customers remember that legendary store or not — they once again feel welcome in the space.

The Eleish Van Breems Home store has kept the footprint and look of the Remarkable Book Shop. This is the view looking south, from the corner of Main Street (left) and Parker Harding Plaza.

Main Street, after all, is “where the action is,” Van Breems says.

And Westport is “a design destination.” She points to a number of downtown home furnishings stores, including several in nearby Sconset Square.

They’re not competitors, she notes. After all, when she and Eleish opened their antiques business in Litchfield County in the 1980s, there were 165 other dealers.

Westport’s newest design store. (All photos/Dan Woog unless otherwise noted)

“You want to be in a cluster,” Van Breems says. “There is something for everyone in this town. We’re all collegial. We want people to come in, and come back.”

Since the soft opening a couple of months ago, people come. They stay. And they come back.

Ebenezer Coley and Esther Kramer would be proud.

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Former “Poor House” Enriches Lives

Westport’s “poorhouse” has a rich history.

In 1864, Charles Kemper — the tanner whose barn later became the Westport Country Playhouse — moved his home from that site to 124 Compo Road North.

The town bought the property in 1901. According to former Westport Historical Society house historian Bob Weingarten, officials were spending more money for “indigents” by renting space in individual homes than if the town owned a house for their use.

Buying the home — and an 11-acre farm — for $2,750 as an “almshouse” would save at least $1,000 a year.

“Town Poorhouse,” circled on a 1911 map. Compo Road North was known then as East Main Street.

It remained a “poorhouse” with 5 paupers (also called “inmates”) until 1957, when it was rented out to other residents. Officials then considered it for the site of a Highway Department garage. Instead, in 1974 the “Town Farm” tennis courts were built nearby.

It was eventually abandoned. Infested with racoons, squirrels and mice, it was slated for demolition.

But assistant superintendent of schools for special education Kate McGraw and Department of Human Services director Barbara Butler had a vision. With help from grants writer Barbara Heatley, architect Ed Campbell and carpenter Ed Canning, the dream became a reality

In the mid-1980s the house was renovated into Project Return, a home for Westport girls whose parents could not keep them at home. Susie Basler ran the program for 30 years.

When she retired in 2016, the one-time “poorhouse” got a new name: Susie’s House.

A photo of Susie Basler has a place of honor, near the front door.

That year, the state eliminated funding for group homes. Homes with Hope — which already ran Westport’s homeless shelter and food pantry — took over the program, under then-CEO Jeff Wieser.

During COVID, girls were placed in hotels. The house once again sat empty.

Early next month — following extensive renovations — the former “poorhouse,” now Project Return/Susie’s House, begins a new chapter.

Six young women, ages 18 to 26, will move in. All are homeless, or at risk of homelessness.

One of 6 private bedrooms, at Susie’s House …

Each will have her own room, bathroom and small refrigerator. There’s a handsome living room, modern kitchen, washer/dryer, basement with computers and games and a reading nook, and offices where Homes with Hope staffers can help the young women find jobs, meet with mentors, and transition to their own housing.

A porch in back overlooks the Town Farm tennis courts and Little League fields.

… and the kitchen, with washer/dryer in the rear.

For some of the women, this will be the first stable housing of their lives.

The program will focus on education and employment. Young women will leave the home knowing how to earn income, and move onto self-sufficiency in their own apartments.

The house will have 24-hour support. It will be managed by a seasoned social worker, who will guide the women along their path.

The other day, Homes with Hope CEO Helen McAlinden, COO Paris Looney, director of marketing Katharine Murray, social worker Carmen Ayala and board co-chair Becky Martin showed off the bright, airy space.

Carmen Ayala and Paris Looney.

Paint was fresh. Bedrooms were newly furnished. The living room had just been outfitted, with donations from GL Design, Serena & Lily, Knock on Wood Antiques and Redi-Cut Carpet & Rugs.

Before the first residents moved in, Homes with Hope was preparing to show off the space. Neighbors and former Project Return volunteers visited on Saturday.

Longtime supporters, Homes with Hope staff and volunteers, and neighbors visited on Saturday. Susie Basler (center, with flowers) was among the delighted guests. (Contributed photo)

This Wednesday (March 26), Westport’s 2 Rotary Clubs get tours. On Thursday (March 27), Project Return/Susie’s House welcomes town officials, and Homes with Hope’s builders.

The 6 women who will move in soon include 2 from Westport, now being assisted by our Department of Human Services. Some of the new residents are in college; some are working.

None have parental support. They live in shelters, or are couch surfing.

Each will have a 1-year lease. Those who are working will pay 30% of their salary for rent.

Food will come from the Homes with Hope pantry, and donations from groups like the Rotary Clubs.

Susie’s House, Compo Road North: ready for a new chapter. 

In addition to staff, they’ll benefit from community support. Volunteers will offer cooking lessons, writing workshops and more. M&T Bank branch manager Matt Cummings will teach financial literacy. Artists Miggs Burroughs and Nina Bentley will volunter their talents too.

Funding for the renovations came from the Connecticut Department of Housing. Town officials have been “outstanding” in providing help with the process, McAlinden says.

Susie’s House is deed-restricted. For the next 40 years, it is mandated to serve populations in need, like this one.

The porch looks out on Little League fields — and beyond, the “Town Farm” tennis courts. (All photos/Dan Woog)

Homes with Hope CEO McAlinden says, “These young women have been through a lot. They’ve had trauma. This is their home now, and their hope for the future.”

The town’s former “poorhouse” has left a rich legacy indeed.

(A large part of Homes with Hope’s funding comes from community members. Click here to learn more, and donate. The annual “Gather ‘Round the Table” luncheon at Shorehaven Golf Club on May 14 is a fundraiser for Project Return/Susie’s House. Click here for more information. To learn more about Susie’s House, or arrange a personal tour, call Homes with Hope CEO Helen McAlinden: 475-225-5292.)

Homes with Hope CEO Helen McAlinden and board co-chair Becky Martin, in the brightly furnished living room.

COVID + 5 Years: Westporters Look Back

Five years ago this week, Westport was just settling into the new reality of COVID.

The weekend’s nice weather had brought large crowds to Compo Beach, though the parking lots were closed. Town officials — worried about close contact (even outdoors), and cars parked all along Soundview Drive — scrambled to react.

Soundview Drive, the first weekend after the lockdown. Town officials quickly cracked down on parking there.

The Trader Joe’s line wrapped along Compo Acres Shopping Center storefronts. Only a few shoppers were allowed in at a time. The checkout line was — like every other part of life — dictated by “social distancing.”

Schools desperately tried to figure out “distance learning.”

Trader Joe’s enforced social distancing rules — with their own very recognizable font.

And that was just the first couple of weeks.

Five years later, how have we changed? What effects linger — negative or perhaps positive? What do you remember most about those uncertain, frightening days?

Earlier this month, “06880” asked readers to weigh in. Here’s what you said.

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At the beginning of the pandemic, I was living with my husband in a very. comfortable house. He had a heart condition, but we enjoyed what we had, and managed to do many things. Then COVID struck, and I learned that my best friend from high school was one of the first 1000 deaths.

In May we decided to move to a senior housing domicile. It was beautiful, and well-maintained. My beloved husband lived there for 5 days; then he passed (from his heart condition). A few weeks later, I was diagnosed with COVID and quarantined for 15 days in a new home, where I knew no one and was totally isolated.

So I can’t say that the pandemic treated me favorably. I’ve gotten all the shots I could possibly need to protect me against the next outbreak of something — I hope. — Bobbie Herman

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We were raising our son in a 1- bedroom apartment in Greenwich Village. Wanting more space and family, we gathered a few things and our cat, and went to stay with my mother in my hometown of Westport. We expected to be there a few weeks, a month at most.

As spring and summer passed, my husband and I got used to the spaces, the beach, the green. We got spoiled with multiple bathrooms, a convenient washing machine and drive-thru Starbucks. We got to know the town better, the stores, the people, and eventually looked into the schools. When we saw that a cute house was less than a decent 2-bedroom in our neighborhood (crazy, this was 2020) we decided to stay.

Five years later I miss New York terribly. I miss my community, and easy access to all that culture. But I am happy with our decision to stay. We have settled nicely, embraced the town that has changed so much since my childhood yet is so familiar. I knew we were settled in when we did something I would not do in the city: adopted our dog. —  Juliet Koskoff Diamond

Late March, 2020: Starbucks’ drive-through was one of the few places that seemed normal. So long as you didn’t get out of your car. (Photo/Rob Hauck)

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Not for all, but it was a glorious time for my husband and I. We started the pandemic as new grandparents. Our daughter and her husband moved from the city into our home, thinking it was only temporary.They ended up purchasing a home in Fairfield. Now we have 5 grandchildren, 4 of whom were born during the pandemic (the first was 5 months before. That’s how our life changed, all for the better: It gave us an immersion of love and family time.

And we never got COVID — until last July. — Dorothy Robertshaw

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I was a “COVID person.” My husband, our son (who was 3) and I moved to Westport right before official lockdown. We didn’t know a thing about the town, only what our realtor told us. We didn’t have much time to decide so moving here was definitely rushed.

Turns out, it was the best decision. A few years later after restrictions loosened we could really discover the town. COVID was the worst thing to happens to us in a very long time, but it led us to Westport and for that, we are thankful! — Cubie Vinson

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We experienced grand plans interrupted. Our daughter was studying abroad in Cannes, excited for the culmination with the Cannes Film Festival celebration (she’s a cinematographer), our son was a senior at boarding school and navigating college acceptance and revisit days. Some amazing trips booked for my hubby and I. All of which cut short with kids returning home — the lovely silver lining to the COVID cloud.

 

I personally managed group purchasing contracts with hospital systems across the country. We manufactured systems/kits for infectious disease testing at hospitals, VAs, clinics. I was part of the pandemic response trying to allocate kits. We were not prepared to manufacture at a rate beyond understanding. It was insane. And just when we thought it was subsiding, the surges would hit again, and again.

Five years later: Kids graduated, happy and working. Squeezed in a few trips with my hubby. Me? I left the COVID-induced crazy corporate life, having gratefully served the pandemic response that culminated a career in diagnostics, to open a chocolate shop — in Connecticut of course! Life is sweet with a little bite of happy. — Laureen Haymes

Remember COVID testing? This was the scene at St. Vincent’s Medical Center on Long Lots Road, a few days before Christmas 2020. (Photo/Randy Ford)

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In April, during the beginning, my wife and I were blessed with our first grandchild. We had to visit while standing outside the sliding glass doors of their home. We had our second grandchild 2 years later, but we still had to do all of the precautionary steps. We then had to visit my wife’s aging parents at the nursing home while standing outside of their window (thankfully they were on the first floor).
When we opened back up at work (framing shop), we went from gallery exhibits to appointment only, which the clients actually liked, so we kept that for a while. Now I take appointments if the client prefers but it is “walk-ins welcome” again. I keep masks on hand and sanitizer if that makes a client feel more comfortable. How did it change me? After the two shots and one booster, I have a constant white noise. — Jay Cimbak
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We really never changed our lives. We entertained, got together with friends, traveled again to Croatia and several other international destinations .., easy to use points. No crazy panic as in the US, life continued, kids went to school and learned. It was just another illness like measles and diphtheria — except this escaped from a Chinese lab and globally spread because of global travel. — Jeff Schaefer
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Real estate market prices of home values have skyrocketed. Long after COVID was over, Westport was exponentially higher than other neighboring towns to move to. More commercial spaces are occupied as well, lot of growth in town plus the population increase.
Lot of new residents, excited to live here and find that “home” feeling but also get used to the constraints of living in a town that was first settled in the 1600s by the Bankside Farmers. Fridays in town during “rush” hour is a reminder of the relaxed COVID days, but before that, going from Westport to Greenwich or the NY border in under 30 minutes was heaven. No traffic.

Towns have their ups and downs. Can we continue to keep climbing, or will the demand soften and relax and slow development, enrollment rate and demand to live here? — Andrew Colabella

Commuting patterns changed dramatically durng COVID. This was the Westport trian station in May 2020. (Photo/Caroly Van Duyn)

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The permanent change is to mental health, and I’m not sure it recovers. If you Google “US School Shootings,” post say 2022 is pretty horrific. 115 and 116 in 2018/19/20, 327 in the school year ending 2023. Isolating kids, not great, although many Fairfield county towns did a nice job opening fall 2020 classrooms.
Adults haven’t fared much better. Employers have had to threaten and/or beg their employees to come back. Many of us have big jobs with big responsibilities and big benefits so we comply, but large swaths of America are still entrenched at home even in 2025. Good for some, bad for most.

It’s easy to second guess all the decisions, and there were bi-partisan wins and losses. I remember on 9/11/01 thinking that was the most traumatic thing I’d go through. In some respects, the lingering effects of the pandemic have been way worse. — David J. Loffredo

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COVID + 5 Years: How It’s Changed Westport — And You

It’s been nearly 5 years since COVID slammed into Westport.

And the world.

This week half a decade ago, we had moved from obliviousness about “the coronavirus” to concern.

A few days later, we were fearful. Then came the lockdown, and a tsunami of emotions all the way up to panic.

At the same time, we had all the time in the world to process it.

We weren’t going anywhere. And neither was anyone else.

The final 3 months of the school year were conducted online, haltingly and not very happily. Staples High School’s graduation was a drive-by affair.

A parade of cars passed in front of Staples’ main entrance, during the drive-by graduation ceremony. (Drone photo/Ryan Felner)

Six-foot social distancing signs appeared everywhere: Trader Joe’s, Stop & Shop, CVS, banks. We washed our hands obsessively, humming 2 stanzas of “Happy Birthday to You.”

Restaurants pivoted to takeout only. Gyms closed. Even doctors cut back on seeing patients.

Amid all the misery, there were unexpected upsides.

Neighbors gathered at the ends of driveways (socially distanced, of course) for drinks and conversation.

Westporters discovered Sherwood Island State Park, for strolling and solace.

Kids painted encouraging messages on rocks, created helpful apps, and helped senior citizens. Families bonded over board games. A “yarn bomber” decorated trees. The Remarkable Theater drive-in popped up (all cars socially distanced, of course).

The yarn bomber strikes at Compo Beach, near the Soundview Drive parking lot.

“06880” started a “COVID Roundup.” It evolved into today’s daily, all-inclusive (and non-COVID) Roundup. We started the online art gallery that first week of the pandemic too.

Some of that seems like it happened 5 centuries ago. Some of it seems like yesterday.

Now — half a decade later — “06880” wants to know: How has COVID changed you, and your life in Westport?

If you lived here a long time, has there been a lasting impact on your relationship to this town? If you were one of the “COVID people” who moved here because of the pandemic, how has that worked out?

What are the permanent changes we’ve seen, now that the virus has receded? What were some that did not last, but maybe should have?

Please email your experiences and insights (and photos, if you’ve got any) to 06880blog@gmail.com. We’ll post them soon.

In the meantime: Stay safe.

But enjoy the world, and Westport, every day.

You never know what lurks around the corner.

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Betty Lou Cummings: A Remembrance

Jamie Greenwald graduated from Staples High School in 1982.

That was over 40 years ago. But he has never forgotten the impact a friend’s mother — Betty Lou Cummings — made on him.

The former Westport 2nd selectwoman, longtime civic volunteer, and ever-smiling presence — died on January 3. Today, Jamie offers this fond remembrance:

As a young person I was admittedly a bit wild, or more than a bit. I experienced life and developed my boundaries by trying all the nutty things a kid could dream up.

Thankfully I survived, and ended up thriving well enough in life, love, with family and friends. The Cummings family was all of these to me, helmed primarily by Betty Lou, which I’m sure Tom will attest to.

All my “friends” in my early years were transient — a single play date at my house or theirs. Their mothers saw the “free spirit” within me, and quickly decided that once was enough for their special son.

So long-term friendships were hard to come by for me. Except for one: Betty Lou’s son Mark — a friendship blessed often by Betty Lou, and her divine gift of light and love which so many in her close circle felt from her. This friendship with Mark continues today, 57 years after our first play date.

For me, Betty Lou’s support was life-altering and inspirational. She saw in me something I did not and could not see in myself. Maybe it was actually there and she could see right through me to some goodness or positivity. Maybe she gave me the benefit of the doubt, or maybe she saw nothing at all but knew Mark enjoyed being with me so she smiled and prayed and hoped I would end up alright and not ruin her dear son.

Betty Lou Cummings and Jamie Greenwald

Betty Lou surely had a way about her. Whatever crazy plot I would dream up with her son, she would give us a slap on the wrist, then hold my wrist for a time and look at me convincingly (through a good long, uncomfortable yet loving stare), telegraphing that we are destined for great things in life. Whenever we messed up, Betty Lou and Tom scolded us, called us knuckleheads, and then hugged us forevermore.

As a child I spent most of my free time at the Cummings homes, soaking up Tom’s creativity and Betty Lou’s love and belief in me. I call her my second mom. But a mom is a mom. And she was one of two. I could not have felt more a part of her pack of monkeys.

Betty Lou’s belief in me, her constant light of love and optimism, her lack of judgment and her ability to make me feel that I would impact the world in a positive way one day, infected me. It saved me. It motivated me. To no small extent it made me who I am today.

Now, I am not anything special to be sure, but I am alive, I have an amazing wife, I have a special family, many friends, and I am surrounded by love. I try every day to do my best to impact the world in positive ways, both big and small, and this drives my thinking daily. Paying it forward, I do my best to help young people find their way in life, both my own kids and their friends, and anyone else who I can support along the way.

Not all young boys have a Betty Lou rooting for them and supporting them, and many don’t get a second chance when they do something stupid. I am one of those fortunate few who did have Betty Lou. And I will always be thankful and filled with gratitude and appreciation for the many gifts she bestowed upon and within me.

She made all the difference to me as a young person, and now as an older person. She may not be with us in the physical form, but a bright and loving energy like Betty Lou’s cannot be turned off. She is well somewhere, and her brightly glowing spirit is helping those who need to be supported and inspired. She will be dearly missed until we all see her again.

Cool Pizza Oven, Hot Westport Spot

Looking for Westport’s coolest pizza oven?

Start with sushi.

Then take a trip to tapas.

You’ll wind up at Basso. And there — at the far end of the bar, in one of Westport’s most historic restaurant buildings — you’ll see a pizza oven like back in old Napoli.

Basso’s pizza oven, at the back of the bar.

For 50 years after its construction in 1916, the property facing Jesup Green was the back of the Fine Arts movie theater.

In the 1960s it was converted into Fine Arts III. The theaters closed in 1999.

Pizza Inferno moved in, for a couple of uneventful years. It’s barely remembered today. But the owners’ pizza oven is their legacy.

Matsu Sushi took over in 2002. Its dishes were popular — but none were made in a pizza oven. The one that Pizza Inferno had installed — copper-sheathed and handsome, 28 feet high, half-wood and half-gas — was used for storage.

Renato Donzelli moved his Basso restaurant from Norwalk to Westport in late 2020. He doubled his space, and added outside dining. The high ceiling — a remnant of the movie theater days — was perfect for a second-floor space.

The view from the 2nd floor.

Regular customers looked forward to Renato’s contemporary, inventive menu, with many popular tapas and paellas. It leans on Spain and Italy, with hints of Latin fusion.

But for Renato — who was born in Venezuela, but raised in Naples — discovering the long-unused pizza oven was the secret sauce for success.

First however, he had to make it work.

No one in Connecticut knew how to repair the oven’s complicated mechanics. Renato found an older man in New York City (“with a thick Italian accent,” says Ela Benedetto, Basso’s general manager).

Renato then brought in a scaffold. He polished the copper by hand, turning it from black to golden-brown.

COVID still raged. But guests flocked to the new restaurant. Four years later, it remains one of Westport’s most popular spots.

On a good day, Basso sells up to 25 pizzas. Yet many customers have no idea they’re on the menu.

Or — trust me — how spectacularly good they are.

And how quickly they come out of the 1,000-degree oven. It takes less than 5 minutes, from kneading the dough to pulling a piping-hot pie out from its depths.

Pizza-making the Neapolitan way.

Basso’s pizzas are (naturally) Neapolitan. Creating those pies is an art. (Neapolitan pizza-making is included on UNESCO’s list of intangible cultural heritage.)

The Caputo flour — which gives its distinctive doughiness and firm body — comes from Italy.

Basso’s pizza makers aerate the dough by hand, on a traditional wood box. There’s not much sauce. Artisanal toppings — sausage, peppers, meatballs, chorizo — are made fresh daily.

The pizza must be placed just so in the oven, and turned correctly a couple of times. In just 3 minutes, it’s done.

Mangia!

As exciting and flavorful as the rest of the menu is, it’s easy to overlook Basso’s pizzas.

And as stunning as it is, it’s easy to overlook Basso’s back-of-the-bar pizza oven.

Don’t. In one of Westport’s historic buildings, this bit of culinary history sizzles.

(Basso’s pizzas come in large and small sizes, with gluten-free and vegan options. Delivery is available for $3.99. Click here for menus and more information.)

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Kenneth Walsh’s Weekend In New England

Kenneth Walsh is one of Westport native Don Willmott’s favorite bloggers.

Kenneth lives in Manhattan. But he has a strong Westport connection, through his late grandmother.

He visited here over Thanksgiving, to look into the places she lived. Then he posted photos from his tour.

Willmott calls it “a great, somewhat epic saga of family dysfunction: Westport ‘behind closed doors,’ with lots of before/after photos he took thanks to the cooperation of generous current residents.”

Kenneth and his husband Damian “rented a quirky guest house in Westport, with plans to recharge, see a couple friends (everyone we know is moving that way so we’ve become ‘Connecticut curious’),” then went on a “family-history spree” to see where his maternal grandmother spent the last chapter of her life, before dying by suicide shortly after her 50th birthday.

His long story about his family history — fascinating to people with an interest in such things — is sprinkled with photos from decades ago, and how they look today. They include Hillspoint Road opposite Old Mill Beach, and Drumlin Road.

Kenneth Walsh (right) in front of his grandmother’s former Drumlin Road house (left) …

… and 240 Hillspoint Road.

Kenneth also writes about his grandmother’s neighbor (a former colleague of Albert Einstein), the drinking culture of the town at the time, and more.

He gives a shoutout to the restaurants he and Damian visited (Basso, Spotted Horse, The Cottage, Rive Bistro), and to the “welcoming” Westport Pride rainbow crosswalk on Jesup Road.

It’s an intriguing look at our town, from an outsider who appreciates his inside connections.

Kenneth Walsh and his husband at Old Mill Beach. Decades earlier, Kenneth’s grandmother and her husband posed at the seawall there.

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Jim Calkins: Principally Speaking

Jim Calkins was an accidental principal.

In mid-August of 1966, the Board of Education still had not found someone to replace Ray Walch, who resigned after less than a year at Staples High School.

Almost in desperation, they offered the job to the 42-year-old World War II veteran. He had just completed his first year in Westport as an assistant superintendent, after serving as a Norwalk guidance counselor.

The Board of Ed figured he’d be a decent caretaker, while they looked for someone more qualified.

Calkins came in with a mission. He wanted to harness the talents of students and faculty alike, to make Staples “unique.”

He was the right man, at the right time.

Jim Calkins

The massive unrest of the 1960s — the Vietnam War, drugs, the sexual revolution — were all underway when Calkins arrived. While other schools were rocked by change, Calkins charted a different course.

He embraced students — intellectually, emotionally, even literally, with an arm around the shoulder or a hug.

His office door was open to all (though some students bypassed his secretary, and climbed in through an open window). He addressed problems with reasoned discussions and compromise, rather than one-sided edicts. He said he loved his students, and they loved him back.

In January of 1967 — less than half a year after arriving — the Board of Ed made Calkins’ position permanent.

Over the next 8 years, he made quite a mark on Staples. He abolished study halls, and instituted an open campus. He liberalized the dress code; girls could now wear slacks, and boys blue jeans. He encouraged experimental courses, and championed a Student Lounge.

Principal Jim Calkins often called school-wide meetings in the gym. He stands far right in this 1970 photo, nearly engulfed by students.

Calkins’ most notable accomplishment may have been the Staples Governing Board. A toothless student council was out; taking its place was a unique body with 10 students (4 seniors, 3 juniors, 3 sophomores) and an equal number of adults (3 administrators, 7 teachers).

It was not an advisory board. The SGB had real power — over curriculum, school rules, use of the building — everything, in fact, except staffing and budgets.

The principal had a “suspensive veto.” But it could be overridden by a 75% vote of the SGB.

In 1970, the SGB debated removing special dress codes for athletic teams. Junior Greg Katz (standing left) wanted to try out for the baseball team without cutting his hair. The SGB affirmed that right. Katz went on to become a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist.

The Staples Governing Board drew national attention — both positive and negative.

The SGB lasted only a few years. It was weakened when Calkins took a sabbatical leave during the 1972-73 school year; it survived only a few years after he resigned in 1975, for personal and professional reasons (including earning his doctorate).

But in his near decade as Staples principal, Jim Calkins made an enormous impression on the school, and everyone in it.

Jim Calkins died in 2006. This year, his son Michael finally cleared out his family’s home.

Not long ago, Michael gave me a gift: a large box, filled with Staples memorabilia, his father’s Ph.D. dissertation, national magazine and newspaper stories about the SGB, and more.

The clippings, Staples Players programs and other items in the box were interesting. But what was most compelling were dozens of letters Calkins had saved.

They came from grateful students, parents, teachers and town leaders. They were intensely personal, filled with cherished anecdotes.

A typical note to Mr. Calkins, from 2 students.

Today, very few people thank others — let alone a school principal. If we do, it’s by email. Unless we print that out, it’s gone forever.

But these letters — written in distinctive handwriting, or typed by a secretary; on flowered notecards and lined paper; meticulously saved, over half a century ago — tell a remarkable story.

I have skipped on Senior Skip Day since I was a soph. But this year was different. We thought that maybe we could prove to you that we appreciate all the things you have done for us. It isn’t so bad to go to school. Thank you for everything Mr. Calkins. You’re the greatest.

I would like to express my wholehearted thanks to you for allowing the girls to wear slacks during exam week. It made many of us feel much more comfortable than we could be dressed in regular school clothes, especially during times of such intense pressure.

My wife and I want to express our gratitude and thanks for appearing as a character witness for my son and the other 4 boys on Tuesdays. Our lawyer felt you alone turned the tide, resulting in jail sentences being suspended. It’s been a long 3 months, but if our son becomes a better man because of this, and you, it’s all been worth it.

You have taught me how to live. You have shown me what I’ve got and how to use it. I am proud to say “I go to Staples High School.” I hope you will say one day of me, “I am proud he went here.”

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Compo Cove, 1731-2024: Squatters, Builders And Back Stories

The recent kerfuffle over the town’s $5.58 million repair of the Sherwood Mill Pond — and the related issue of whether, in return, taxpayers (and others) should have access to adjacent Compo Mill Cove, through now-locked gates — has shined a light on one of the most intriguing spots in Westport.

Which raises another related question: How did that patch of land, between Old Mill Beach and Sherwood Island State Park, come to be inhabited?

John Coleburn knew.

The son of one of 2 brothers who built the first homes on the property, he put his recollections on paper in 1982. Recently, Jim Gallagher — Coleburn’s son-in-law — sent them to “06880.”

More than 40 years ago, Coleburn prefaced his remembrances by sayng they came from family stories he heard during summers on the Cove.

“This narrative is certainly far from factual,” he wrote.

But it is fascinating.

Compo Mill Cove (right) is accessible via 2 pedestrian bridges; underneath them are Sherwood Mill Pond (top) tidal gates. Old Mill Beach and Old Mill houses are at left. (Drone photo/Brandon Malin)

Around 1900, Coleburn said, the Old Mill itself — today a private home on the water, closest to the 2 tidal gates and pedestrian bridges leading to Compo Cove — was occupied by an artist named Neil Mitchell.

A relative named Borden, who lived on Old Mill Beach, disputed the town of Westport’s claim that it owned that beach.

Lengthy litigation — along with fights among Old Mill residents, torn-down fences and burning of property, Coleburn said — eventually wound up at the Connecticut Supreme Court.

The lawsuits found that the Old Mill dated back to 1731, when a Westchester man asked the town of Fairfield (of which Westport was then part) for land, to establish a grist mill. He promised to grind corn and grain in perpetuity — and at no cost — for nearby farmers.

The original Sherwood Mill Pond grist mill.

Ida Coley — John Coleburn’s father — spent part of her childhood at her family’s homestead at the crest of Route 57 in Weston. (The Coley house is now part of the Weston History & Culture Center.)

She was a member of Norfield Congregational Church. The mill had closed by then. Each summer, the church rented it, for a youth camp.

Ida married jeweler Henry Coleburn in 1899. She told him stories about the area where she camped as a child. Henry and his brother Arthur, a doctor, looked at the land. They thought it would be ideal for vacation cottages.

Ownership of the Cove was difficult to trace. A man from as far away as St. Louis may once have had a deed to it.

The Coleburn brothers finally purchased the entire area. Old Mill residents were not pleased. They called them “damn squatters.”

One of the original Coleburn homes is being extensively renovated.

The Coleburns built a summer house around 1903. It was located on Long Island Sound, close to where #46 (the second house on the right) is now.

Another home was soon built next door. The original was moved to its present location: the only one on the left side of the Cove, just over the bridge. (It has since been enlarged.)

John Coleburn remembered it being relocated on skids, by a team of horses.

43 Compo Mill Cove was originally located across the pedestrian path.

There were no bridges. People walked to Compo Cove on the timbers on which the tidal gates were hinged.

Rowboats brought in heavy items like ice for preservation, and kerosene for cooking and lighting.

A Mr. Perry of Hillspoint Road used his horse and wagon to haul even heavier goods like furniture and trunks, crossing the sandbar at low tide.

The Coleburn brothers sold lots on the Cove to their friends “so a congenial group would result,” John Coleburn wrote. The price was $250 per lot.

Dr. Coleburn did not like trespassers. He confronted them with a .45 pistol. Once, he smashed dozens of glass bottles at a spot where “outsiders” sunbathed.

For decades, youngsters have swum near the pedestrian bridges leading to Compo Cove. “Outsiders” were not welcome further.

A psychiatrist named Dr. Diefendorf brought patients to live at his cottage. Believing in “work therapy for the disturbed,” he had them build “the most meticulously groomed tennis court in Westport.”

They also constructed beautiful flower and vegetable gardens, plus stone walks and terraces with rocks they collected on Cockenoe Island, and rowed back — with great difficulty — to the Cove.

John Coleburn’s history of Compo Cove includes information about many other original owners. One was the Raymond family, which came from Buffalo for summers in the early 1920s.

Allen Raymond’s family home has been torn down. (Photo courtesy of Westport Journal)

Their son Allen Raymond became the greatest contributor to Westport in every facet of life — educational, recreational, spiritual — than anyone since the Bedford family.

The most famous resident of Compo Mill Cove contributed unfathomable amounts of time, energy (and money) to the Green’s Farms Congregational Church, and the YMCA. He led the Westport Historical Society into the modern era, and Earthplace to sustainability.

Perhaps his greatest gift was his leadership in the town’s purchase of Longshore — a failing private country club a mile away from his boyhood summer home. He loved that house on the Cove immensely, and lived there with joy for 91 years.

Like generations of residents, he could thank John and Arthur Coleburn for their vision and persistence.

And, perhaps, “squatting” on land whose original ownership may never be known.

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Life-Changing Memories Of Compo Cove

After Jennifer Johnson published an Opinion piece on “06880” last tweek, urging open access to Compo Mill Cove in exchange for the town’s expenditure of $5.58 million to rebuild 2 tidal gates at Sherwood Mill Pond, leading to the Cove’s pedestrian pathway, and homes, dozens of readers contacted her.

Many offered to help support removing the locked gate and “Private Property/No Trespassing” sign, installed over a decade ago.

Johnson — a Representative Town Meeting member — thanked each one. She’s organizing a Google group, and will set up a Zoom meeting for early January.

She was particularly touched by a note from someone who no longer lives here. Lynn Castelli wrote:

I am a former resident of Compo Beach. From 1956 to 1982 my parents, Albert and Ruth Castelli, owned the property at 7 Soundview Drive. As a child and teenager, one my greatest pleasures (and now fondest memories) was walking from my home to Sherwood Island via the sandy path beyond the Mill Pond sluice gates.

Tidal gate at Sherwood Mill Pond (Photo/Paul Delano)

Growing up on Compo Beach I often walked the coastline from my home, over the jetty, over the boulders, along the shore to Old Mill Beach and then onto the bridge above the sluice gates. There I would stand to rest and watch the rushing waters from the Mill Pond flow beneath me. Then I proceeded to the quiet, sandy path that led me to Sherwood Island.

There has been no other place in my lifetime that has filled me with as much joy and wonder as did this small strip of coastline. Practically at our front door and beyond, the waters of Long Island Sound sparkled clear and teemed with life.

My father and I fished and harvested mussels, oysters and clams. There was abundant bird life everywhere. I saw my first seahorse at Old Mill Beach. The sands between the Mill Pond and Sherwood Island were a treasure trove of clam, oyster, scallop shells and sea glass. It saddens me to think that others are deprived access to the magic of the Mill Pond walkway.

Compo Cove, and the pedestrain path. When Lynn Castelli was young, the homes were much smaller.

Sentiment may not win the day in the attempt to unlock the gate to the walkway. But I hope that words still have the power to move those in whose hands this decision rests. Surely I am not alone in my reverence for the beauty to be found between the shores of Old Mill Beach, the gate to the Mill Pond walkway and beyond to Sherwood Island.

I sincerely hope that the Mill Pond walkway will once again be accessible. I would love to know that other children and their families might experience the enchantment to be found there. Too, I would be overjoyed to learn that I may return to Old Mill Beach and retrace my steps to Sherwood Island.

Thank you for sparing the time to read my message. I hope that by sharing my perspective others will understand more deeply what residents who stand outside the gate might gain by having access.

Experiences in nature, especially for children, are life-altering. The path from Compo Beach to Sherwood Island was an adventure I was delighted to repeat and share with my friends and family over and over again.

I was fortunate to be able to pass freely onto the path beyond the Mill Pond. May others pass freely in the future.

Old Mill, Sherwood Mill Pond, and Compo Cove (right). (Drone photo/Brandon Malin)

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