Category Archives: Looking back

Rod Serling Festival: Library Enters New Dimension Of Sight And Sound

One hundred years after his birth — and half a century after his death — Rod Serling’s legacy remains strong.

His TV scripts — for “Kraft Television Theatre,” “Playhouse 90” and most memorably, “The Twilight Zone” — explored themes of censorship, racism and war that still resonate today.

Serling wrote a few of his best-known scripts in Westport. He lived here in the 1950s, before moving with his wife and daughters to California.

Later this month the Westport Library explores Rod Serling’s impact, with a 4-day symposium. It includes landmark “Twilight Zone” episodes, films inspired by the series, and discussions of his life and work.

The event kicks off Thursday, September 26 (6 to 9 p.m.), with Serling’s most Westport-themed work: “A Stop at Willoughby.”

In what Serling called his favorite show of the first season, an overstressed ad executive naps on the train ride home. The conductor calls out an upcoming stop: “Westport/Saugatuck.”

He awakens to find the train stopped in Willoughby — in the year 1888.  He asks about the idyllic town, but the conductor tells him there is no such place.

Is there?

The familiar face of Rod Serling reappears at the end.  In his trademark voice, he says:

Willoughby?  Maybe it’s wishful thinking nestled in a hidden part of a man’s mind, or maybe it’s the last stop in the vast design of things, or perhaps, for a man who climbed on a world that went by too fast, it’s a place around the bend where he could jump off.

Willoughby?  Whatever it is, it comes with sunlight and serenity, and is a part of the Twilight Zone.

Arlen Schumer — author of “The Five Themes of The Twilight Zone” — will screen “Willoughby.” It will be followed by “The Swimmer,” the Burt Lancaster film based on John Cheever’s 1964 short story, which has thematic ties to “Willoughby” — and was filmed partly in Westport.

On Friday, September 27 (6 to 9 p.m.), Schumer talks with author Nick Parisi about his books “Rod Serling: His Life, Work, and Imagination,” and “America’s Twilight Zone: How Rod Serling Foreshadowed the Age of Trump.”

Two episodes will be screened: “Walking Distance” (about another ad executive’s desire to return to the past), and “He’s Alive” (a rare 1-hour episode from 1963 starring a young Dennis Hopper as an American neo-Nazi who is visited by the ghost of Adolf Hitler).

Saturday, September 28 (5 to 9 p.m.) features a conversation with Schumer and author Mark Dawidziak about his book, “Everything I Needed to Know I Learned in The Twilight Zone.”

Their talk is followed by a screening of the Oscar-winning “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” (based on the Ambrose Bierce short story), and “Jacob’s Ladder,” a 1990 film inspired by that episode.

The festival ends Sunday, September 29 (1 to 5 p.m.) with a pop-up art show of Staples High School student artwork inspired by Serling’s “Eye of the Beholder” — the mind-bending episode in which today’s standards of beauty and ugliness are reversed.

A screening of that show will be followed by “Number 12 Looks Just Like You,” set in a dystopian future in which every adult has their body surgically altered into one of a set of physically attractive models. It will be shown complete with original commercials from its 1964 air date.

The final event is a screening of the cult classic 1975 movie “The Stepford Wives.” It shares of “Number 12″‘s themes — and was partially filmed in Westport.

DEE-DEE dee-dee DEE-DEE dee-dee…

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Remembering A Great BOSS

As they mourn last month’s death of their friend Andy Crandall, Ed Katz writes: 

“It was just a Sunday softball game — one of thousands, perhaps tens of thousands conducted in the US every weekend.

“But for this group of aging athletes, Boys of Summer Softball (BOSS) was a ritual — something to look forward to every Sunday for 6 months every year — and something to reflect upon every week and throughout the winter. It was a gift, one that will always be remembered, and will always be appreciated by all who were lucky enough to be part of it.” — Eric Baron

BOSS was never just about the game. It was a cherished tradition that for nearly 4 decades united a diverse group of middle-aged men who found joy in the camaraderie as much as in the competition.

Every Sunday, from April to October, these men gathered in Westport — not just to play softball but to relive a piece of their youth, to reconnect with the simple pleasure of a well-played game.

The Boys of Summer: Fall, 2014

BOSS began in 1983, born from a casual suggestion among dads coaching their kids in recreational baseball. Twenty men showed up for the first game, marking the start of a 40-year journey. The games eventually found their home on the softball field behind Town Hall, thriving until COVID brought the tradition to an untimely end.

BOSS was more than a game. It was about lifelong friendships, annual trips, and a yearly banquet celebrating the season with awards, trivia contests, and the presentation of the “Player of the Year.”

Alan Neigher fondly recalls the mix of players who, despite their years, played with the enthusiasm of boys. The banter, the occasional “atta boy” after a solid hit or a clean fielding play — it all created a lively, unforgettable atmosphere.

BOSS was rich with personalities and stories, like radio executive Dick Kalt, Emmy Award-winning TV host Richard Wiese, and lawyer Josh Koskoff (famous for his running — and often falling — catches).

Former judge and state representative Doug Mintz was a BOSS original.

Ed Katz was the winningest pitcher in BOSS history, with approximately 240 wins and 114 losses. He recalls his teammates carrying him off the field after pitching a shutout. His final at-bat in 2018, before moving to Florida, ended with an RBI single to tie the game. He then scored the winning run — a perfect way to end his BOSS career.

Boys of summer, at their annual team dinner. From left: Andy Crandall, Dr. Bob Selverstone, Ed Katz.

The roster of BOSS players reads like a who’s who of local characters. Courtney Wilson, Andy Moss (who called our games “a 2-hour vacation every Sunday”), Mike Berkin, Steve Yudelson, Mike Stiskal, Reynaldo Santana, David Halper, Bob Hertzel, Andy Davidson, Dave Quigley, Bryan Alix, Justin Tishman, Adam Chusid, Mike Walmark, John Brace, Jason Li and Jonas Katz all deserve mention.

One cherished tradition was the end-of-season videotape, edited by Eric Baron (with help from Josh Greenberger), provided much laughter.

Another was the weekly newsletter, first by Eric Baron and later Greg Pinyan, which humorously recapped the games and wove together our BOSS community.

Boys of Summer book.

Games were filled with moments that became legendary in BOSS lore, like Craig Bruce’s towering home runs and an infamous outfield error.

The love and respect among the players were extraordinary. Dr. Bob Selverstone — known for his speed even in his 60s — was the heart and soul of BOSS. He always arranged for the field and shared poems at the banquets — a testament to the dedication and passion that fueled BOSS.

Over the years BOSS lost 11 beloved players, with Andy Crandall the most recent.

Greg Pinyan sums up Andy well: “He could be a real pain in the ass at times.” That’s because he took the game seriously, and spoke harshly to players who made mental mistakes or didn’t hustle. “But he was a good guy and a solid player.”

To honor those who passed, plaques were placed in the dugout. The field was named after Harvey Harris, a fallen teammate. Steve Lindemann and David Vroman were also memorialized.

As we reflect on the passing of Andy, and the end of BOSS, we celebrate not just the game, but the spirit of camaraderie, the unforgettable moments, and the lifelong friendships forged on that dusty field.

BOSS was a tradition, a piece of our lives that will forever hold a special place in our hearts.

Bonjour, Marquis de Lafayette: 200 Years Ago Today

“06880” is “where Westport meets the world.”

And not just in 2024.

Today marks the 200th anniversary of a great moment in local history. (Of course, this was 11 years before Westport broke away from Norwalk, Wilton, Weston and Fairfield to become its own town.)

Josh Berkowsky has unearthed this fascinating bit of history: Two centuries ago today, Marquis de Lafayette’s visited here.

This 1824 portrait of the Marquis de Lafayette now hangs in the US House of Representatives.

In 1824 the French nobleman and military officer — who half a century earlier had joined the Continental Army, led by General George Washington, in the Revolutionary War — returned to this now-established country, already 50 years old.

(It was not his first time here. In 1780 he is said to have discussed war strategy with General Washington and Comte de  Rochambeau at the Disbrow Tavern — where Christ & Holy Trinity Church is today).

Lafayette arrived in New York on August 15, 1824, accompanied by his son (Georges Washington) and his secretary.

He was greeted by a group of Revolutionary War veterans who had fought alongside him many years before. There were 4 days and nights of celebration in the city.

Lafayette left for what he thought would be a restful trip to Boston. But cheering citizens welcomed him with celebrations, in nearly every town along the way.

Josh found this official description of Lafayette’s stop here:

At Saugatuck the militia were prepared throughout the day, to fire a salute; but owing to the lateness of  the hour when the cavalcade approached, it being 10  at night, the villagers could do no more than give  their loud huzzas, as the General passed.

Although we sadly could not give the hero of the Revolution the welcome he deserved as he passed through our little Burgh, not yet then a town, our neighbors gave him more than a sufficient welcome to make up for it.

“Washington and Lafayette at Valley Forge” (John Ward Dunsmore, 1907)

He arrived at Norwalk, at 8 o’clock P.M. where his  arrival was announced by a salute from the heights,  and discharges of musketry.

Two companies of uniform militia were in waiting to  salute him. An arch was formed across the bridge,  with the following inscription — “Welcome  Lafayette,” in large letters, on a white ground.

On one side of the arch, the American flag was  displayed, and on the other a French  flag. As the  General had been expected from about 11, A.M. Norwalk was filled with people from the  surrounding country, at an early hour in the day,  who remained anxiously waiting until the time of  his arrival. All business in the town was suspended.

The General arrived at Fairfield about half past ten  at night. In this beautiful town, great preparations  were made to receive him; but as he had not made  his appearance at a late hour, it was supposed he  would not arrive until the following day.

It was calculated the fit between 1000 and 1200  persons were collected here, including the  inhabitants.

They all remained until late in the evening, still  hoping that he might be on his way; but they were at length reluctantly compelled to give up the hope, and all retired, except a few of  the most distinguished inhabitants of the town, who remained at the Washington Hotel, until the General arrived.

From here, the war hero continued to Bridgeport, Stratford and then Hartford, where he met with the son of our Revolutionary governor, Roger Sherman.

Josh notes: “This goes to show we’re a small part of the tapestry that makes up our country, and to try and remember what the Marquis and many other fought for, in his own words, that ‘Humanity has gained its suit; Liberty will nevermore be without an asylum.'”

Marquis de Lafayette

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McCormick Steps Down As Y CEO

The pandemic affected every organization in town. Among the hardest hit: the Westport Weston Family YMCA.

In the spring of 2021 — when strict rules still governed the pool, workout and class areas, gym, even the Mahackeno Outdoor Center — Anjali Rao McCormick arrived as CEO.

She had quite a resume. A Harvard graduate, with an MBA in marketing from NYU’s Stern School of Business, she’d worked for American Express and Citibank.

Most recently, she had been COO of the 4-branch Summit Area YMCA in New Jersey.

Anjali McCormick (Photo/Dan Woog)

McCormick saw the Y through its recovery from COVID. They’ve now reached the town-mandated limit on memberships. The place hums with activity 7 days a week, from early morning to night. It’s as vital a part of the community as it ever was in its downtown digs.

Yesterday, the Y board announced that McCormick will step down on August 30. CFO Glen Hale will serve as interim CEO.

“It was an honor to play a small role in this amazing organization’s century-long service to the Westport and Weston community,” McCormick says.

She thanked the “brilliant staff … amazing members and generous donors” for their work for the Y, and support of her. She also cited the Y board.

Last year, the Y celebrated its 100th anniversary, with a fall gala.

The Y was founded by Edward T. Bedford. More than 50 years earlier, he’d been a teenager standing outside the Westport Hotel — a wooden building on the corner of State Street (the Post Road) and Main Street — watching men play pool. He could not go inside, “on account of the saloon.”

Edward T. Bedford.

Decades later — now a wealthy man, as a broker of lubricating oils for railroads, an executive who helped chemist Robert Chesebrough sell his new product, Vaseline, and a director of Standard Oil — he spent $150,000 providing a “place for boys and young men to congregate.”

It was the perfect location: the Westport Hotel. It was the same spot, in the heart of town, where half a century before he’d been denied entrance.

The Y left downtown in 2013. Today, the Tudor style building is Anthropologie.

1923 was a momentous year in local history. Two other institutions founded that year are also still flourishing: The Westport Rotary Club, and Westport Garden Club.

The Y Board is creating a search committee for the new CEO. For questions about the position, email info@ceoinformationwestportwestony.org.

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“Mitch & Lisa 4Ever”: The Sequel

Back in 2017, “06880” published a story headlined “Mitch & Lisa 4Ever.”

It noted that back in the day, the Parent Child Center on Hillspoint Road was Hillspoint Elementary School.

Children’s Community Development Center director Eileen Ward had just found a decades-old love note, scrawled on an art room closet metal plate:

Who, “06880” wondered, were Mitch and Lisa?

And did their love really endure, 4ever?

Seven years later, we know.

The other day, I received this email: “Earlier today, my brother Phil and I were reminiscing about our childhood in Westport. We got on the subject of the wonderful field trips we had at Hillspoint Elementary.

“Somehow, someway, as I searched Hillspoint Elementary school and our names, I stumbled upon your post. I considered adding a comment to the original story, then thought it best to email you directly.

“I am Mitch Freshour, co-author of the clandestine graffiti, along with Lisa Rafter.

“We were childhood sweethearts, and I have fond memories of those young days. I can’t recall the exact year, but we would’ve been in 5th or 6th grade, around 1973 or ’74.

Hillspoint Elementary School (Photo copyright/Paul Ehrismann)

“We were cast members in a play, and I remember there being a couple of large refrigerator sized cardboard boxes. During down times between rehearsing and building sets, a few of the ‘couples’ would gather backstage and take turns going into the boxes together to sneak a kiss!

“I’m guessing it was probably during this period that we wrote on the cover.

“I lived at 4 Turtleback Lane, and Lisa lived directly behind our house at 5 Peaceful Lane. One of several enduring memories of that time was hanging out in her basement in the afternoon with the lights out, listening to a Beach Boys LP.

“My family moved to Ohio before I could finish my first year at Long Lots Junior High, so unfortunately I lost track of Lisa. However, I’m 99% sure I found her on Facebook, living in Colorado with her husband and family.”

Mitch is still in Ohio. He’s retired, after a 25-year career as a mechanical career with with Honda Research & Development.

He plans to reached out to Lisa. “It was sooo long ago,” he notes.

He also wonders what became of the wall plate.

Let’s hope we won’t wait 7 more years for that answer.

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Westport 2024: Reflections On An Inflection Point

You can see the new Westport everywhere.

In line at new favorite spots like Sweetgreen, Cava and Momu.

At Compo and Old Mill Beaches, where families gather for early evening picnics.

And particularly at last month’s Soundview Summer Stroll. Over 3,000 Westporters jammed the beach exit road for the first-ever festival. There was food and music, plus kids’ fun like rock painting, street chalking and balloon art.

Children swarmed those activities. Everywhere I looked, I saw young parents, with young kids. And it seemed that just about every young mother was pregnant.

It was fantastic.

A small part of the large Soundview Stroll crowd. (Photo/Benji Porosoff)

Westport is at an inflection point. A new generation of residents has arrived.

We’ve seen the statistic: Westport had the greatest influx of newcomers during COVID of any town or city in Connecticut.

That’s not per capita. It’s actual numbers.

And they keep coming.

They choose Westport for the right reasons. They’re looking for a place with excellent schools, great amenities, and — equally important — a sense of community.

(Interesting factoid #1: They’re also looking for space. That’s because 99% — or so it seems — come from Manhattan or Brooklyn.)

(Interesting factoid #2: Among the attractions that realtors sell — recreation, education, restaurants, entertainment — they seldom mention the Library. When new residents walk into the building for the first time, they’re blown away by this unexpected, but spectacular, amenity.)

Everyone loves the Westport Library. (Photo/Eve Potts)

In 1956, my parents chose Westport for similar reasons. They wanted my sister and me to have good schools, open space, and beaches. (Longshore came later. So did my other sister.)

They joined a massive post-war exodus to the suburbs. I joined dozens of baby boom friends. We joined sports teams, Scouts and other organizations. We joined each other, playing up and down High Point Road every day until dark.

My mother joined a garden club, and musical groups. My father joined the RTM.

They — and so many of their friends — helped lay the foundation for what this town is today.

Westport was at an inflection point then. I’m sure the people who had lived here for years — “Connecticut Yankees,” Saugatuck tradesmen and town workers, established artists and writers — wondered what was happened to their town.

It was changing rapidly.

There was new spirit, new energy.

Also: more traffic. Higher taxes, to pay for new schools and services (and the purchase of Longshore).

The purchase of Longshore — including this tower (since torn down) near the entrance — in 1960 was a seminal moment in town. (Photo courtesy of Peter Barlow)

There must have been tension. But life went on. Westport changed, evolved.

And prospered.

As everyone at the Soundview Summer Stroll saw — or who watched the endless stream of kids marching in the Memorial Day parade, or waits in line at any place selling pizza, chicken tenders or ice cream — our town is changing again.

I love it.

The new families bring their own new spirit and energy. They make a fresh impact on every aspect of town life: our schools, stores, sports and everywhere else. There’s a buzz in restaurants and downtown we haven’t felt in years.

Some folks grumble. Traffic is worse! The new folks build big homes, and cut down too many trees! They seem entitled!

Perhaps.

But now this is their Westport too.

Long-time residents can be grumpy old folks, yelling “Stay off my lawn!” But it’s so much better to invite the new neighbors’ kids to play on it.

Older residents too can be King Canutes, trying in vain to stop the tide. How much nicer though to wander over to a new family enjoying dinner at the shore, and introduce ourselves to them.

Our town is at an inflection point. Hundreds of new, young residents are here. More come every day.

This is their Westport now.

But along with the excitement, there’s a challenge: It’s their job to make this place even better tomorrow than it is today.

So, decades from now, they can hand it off to a new generation of newcomers.

Kids are everywhere. They join groups like Scouts. They participate in the Memorial Day parade. Their parents are getting involved in town affairs. It’s a fun, exciting time. (Photo/Stephanie Tang)

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Kings Highway Cemetery: History Hidden In Plain Sight

Westport is a lively town.

Every day, “06880” reports on life here: people of all ages, organizations of all kinds, events of all types that make living here so much fun.

From time to time, we cover dead people too.

We’ve written several times about the town’s cemeteries. One of the most interesting is Kings Highway Colonial Cemetery.

Kings Highway Colonial Cemetery. (Photo/Josh Berkowsky)

It’s not big. It’s pretty visible — on the much-traveled corner of Kings Highway North and Wilton Road, directly across from the medical center — but easy to miss unless, stopped at the traffic light, you happen to glance around.

It’s the final resting place of some famous folks.

The Taylor family — who gave their name to the neighborhood then called Taylortown (the nearby marsh is still called that) — share a large section with the Marvins (of tavern fame).

Abigail Taylor’s grave.

A non-family member is also interred there: Dinah, a “colored” servant and cook. (That was not a common practice, for sure.)

There’s the Judah family too, among the first Jewish residents of Westport (then part of Norwalk). Michael moved from New York City because of anti-Semitism. His son Henry became an Episcopal minister; Henry’s son, Henry Moses Judah, was a brigadier general in the Mexican-American and Civil Wars.

Earlier this year, Henry Moses Judah — the last Civil War general with an unmarked grave — finally received his headstone.

In 2020, at the request of a reader, “06880” wrote about the debris and disrepair at the Kings Highway cemetery — one of the oldest and most historic in town.

Four years later, another reader reports that the graveyard is still a mess.

Josh Berkowsky has lived in Westport for all his 23 years. He loves local history. And he’s distressed at the state of the burial ground.

Josh writes: “The town-owned cemetery is in abysmal condition. Headstones are subject to all manner of damage — not only the weathering you’d expect from 300-plus years of New England rain and snow, but also chipping, cracking and other structural damage.

(Photo/Josh Berkowsky)

“Some have fallen over completely. Others bend at odd angles. Some are just leaning against their bases.

“I even found a pile of headstones, loosely stacked against a tree together. Another is partially inside a stump.

“The burial vaults, which are one of the site’s most striking features from the road and what drew me to it in the first place, are nearly completely sunk into the ground, their entrances obscured by years of dirt.

“Even worse, among the landscaping issues, which included the usual loose sticks, leaves and overgrown sections you’d expect from decades of neglect, a number of trees have fallen on the property. A few are on headstones directly.


(Photo/Josh Berkowsky)

“Among the maintenance problems I noticed rusting fences, a broken bench, broken plot markers, and missing stones in the border wall.

“I do note with satisfaction that neighboring houses seem to be keeping up with the upkeep for the sections of the wall that border them.

“I find, when talking about it, people tend to know it from the street. But no one I’ve talked to has actually been there.

“I can’t blame them. Parking is non-existent, and busy traffic conditions plus a lack of pedestrian infrastructure make for dangerous walking even if you could park.

“I imagine this is why the site has so little foot traffic, and so few people know about the state it’s in.

“It’s sad that this little piece of history is so neglected. I imagine it might become a nice little spot in our little town, full of so many interesting stories we’re losing to time.”

(Photo/Josh Berkowsky)

Josh is right about those interesting stories. I’ve got one, from my teenage years growing up here.

At a mound not far from the road — perhaps the spot where Benedict Arnold (not yet a traitor) set up a cannon to thwart the British as they returned from their 1777 raid on Danbury (they thwarted him, taking a different route back to Compo Beach) — there was a secret, spooky spot long known to kids like me.

If you lay flat on your stomach, and peered into the area where the ground had shifted, you could see all the way down to the bottom. There — arrayed like a horror film — sat a set of bones.

I’ve forgotten many things about being a kid here.

But as long as I live, I’ll always remember that skeleton.

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(Photo/Josh Berkowsky)

On The Road Again

The other day, “06880” took a stroll down some of Westport’s more oddly named streets.

Beginning with Pan Handle Lane, we asked readers to explain the stories behind places like Fermily, Smicap and Wynfromere Lane.

You did not disappoint.

The story drew dozens of comments.

Here, in no particular order, is what we learned.

Fermily Lane is short for the “Ferrone family,” of Brooklyn. They bought 15 acres of land in the 1920a off Newtown Turnpike, and subdivided into 12 properties. They were occupied by Ferrone brothers and sisters, and their children. One still lives there. (Hat tip: David Lapping).

Smicap Lane referred to the 2 men who originally owned the homes on this small road: John Smith (a mason, there for 29 years), and Ed Capasse (whose family first lived in Saugatuck). Smicap has since been renamed Winslow Lane, a reference to the family that owned the mansion (since demolished) on what is now Winslow Park, across Compo Road North. (Morley Boyd, Wendy Crowther)

E.T. Bedford owned land in Greens Farms that included a harness racing track. Wynfromere Lane is now located on part of that land. The name comes from a horse called Win From Here. (Polly Newman, John McKinney)

This 1934 aerial view shows the Bedford family horse racing track. It’s now called Wynfromere Lane. 

Vani Court, Wassell Lane and Hales Court all honor Westporters killed in World War II. In fact, 3 Wassell brothers died in action, all within 15 months. (Andrew Colabella)

Historically, one of the most fascinating stories involves Blue Coat Lane. It comes not from the Revolutionary War, but from 4 Westport policemen — Ande Chapo, Skip Stanton, Chet Cornell and Ray Skinner — who purchased a large plot of land on North Avenue, opposite what is now the entrance to Bedford Middle School. At that time, all Westport police officers were required to live in Westport. (Dick Alley)

Red Coat Road, meanwhile, was named because of the Revolutionary War. It’s the route English soldier took when returning to their ships at Compo, after burning the Danbury arsenal. The bridge over the Saugatuck River at Kings Highway North was blocked by Benedict Arnold (in his pre-traitor days), so loyalists led the Redcoats to a ford further up the river. That area is now called Ford Road. Robert Mitchell)

Redcoats vs. Bluecoats.

More history, several miles away: Tar Rock Road is where tar was burned on a large stone at a relatively high elevation. It sent signals to Hussar’s Camp and allies in Danbury that the British were marching toward them, in 1777. (Andrew Colabella)

Sniffen Road and Loren Lane off Clinton Avenue is named for the Loren Sniffen family, which owned the land. Fillow Street nearby comes from the owners of Fillow Florists, located there. (Tom Wall)

The first house on Edgemarth Hill Road was built by a man named Edgar. His wife and daughter were Gertrude and Martha. He used the first letters of their names to create “Edgemarth.” (K. Graves)

Saint John Place (also called Saint Johns and St. John’s) honors a farmer from England with that name. He grew onions in the area. Teragram Place — near Saint John, by downtown — is “Margaret” backward (though who was Margaret?!) (CarolAnne Ances)

Coleytown Road — all of Coleytown, in fact — was named for David Dimon Coley. He founded the family homestead in 1734. After 6 generations of farming, the family sold land to the Frasers. There is now a Fraser Road and Fraser Lane in the area, off North Avenue. (Carl Addison Swanson)

The Fraser family that bought the Coley land included James Earle Fraser. The noted artist designed the buffalo nickel, the sculpture of a Native American slumped over a tired horse, and the Theodore Roosevelt statue at the Museum of Natural History. In the photo above, he works on the Roosevelt bust in his Westport studio.

Howard Heath subdivided land off Partrick Road that became Heathwood Lane. He was an accomplished artist, and documented the building of the nearby Merritt Parkway. (Susan Eastman)

Joann Circle and Berndale Drive are named for Joann and Bernard Nevas. Leo Nevas and Nat Greenberg owned and subdivided what was then called Hockanum Woods, and put in the streets. (Susan Siegelaub Katz)

James Lane comes from James Masiello. It and Vineyard Lane were named  when Masiello Farm was developed into “Bayberry Estates” in the early 1960s. (Christie’s Country Store — now called The Porch at Christie’s — was run by Christie Masiello.) (Edward Bloch)

I’m not sure how B.V. Brooks Jr. got the nickname “Dexter” — perhaps he was right-handed? — but when his father, B.V. Brooks Sr., developed Westfair Village shopping center, and the land behind it, he provided the name Dexter Road. (NOTE: Westfair comes from “Westport” and “Fairfield.” You can figure out adjacent Fairport Road by yourself.)  (Neil Brickley)

Hitchcock Road is off Cross Highway, across from Nevada Hitchcock Park on the Weston Road corner. Exactly 100 years ago, the noted journalist and editor helped found the Westport Garden Club. (Carl Addison Swanson)

Westport Garden Club members at the Nevada Hitchcock Garden.

Reichert Circle — also on Cross Highway — is named for the family that built those homes. (Dorothy Robeonrtshaw)

Speaking of Frederick Reichert, he and Leon Hunt — owner of the Hunt & Downs building that wraps around the corner of Post Road West and Riverside Avenue — used the first names of their wives (Della and Etta, respectively), to create Deletta Lane. off Crescent Road. (Bob Grant)

Saviano Lane, off Sylvan Road South, was developed by the Saviano family. (Andrew Colabella)

Porn star Marilyn Chambers and her brother, Remains keyboardist Bill Briggs, grew up on Marc LaneThe name of the street off Roseville Road comes not from their family though, but from Marc Shaw, the developer’s son. (Neil Brickley)

Marilyn Chambers was barely out of high school when she modeled for the Ivory Snow package. At the same time, she was beginning her career in porn.

April Drive gets its name from the daughter of developer Al Restivo. (Steve Stein)

Jackie Lane (on Ferry Lane East) honors John “Jackie” Kulkowski. His family owned that land. (Bob Green)

Donald Drive (off of Turkey Hill Road North) comes from builder Donald Petrucci. (Bob Grant)

Blossom Lane refers not to flowers, but to Blossom Goodman, who with her husband Arthur was one of the first families on the short street off Westway Road. (She was related to me in a roundabout way, but that’s another story. And I had forgotten about all that, until Neil Brickley reminded me of her.)

Cob Drive, similarly, refers not to corn, or a male swan. It’s the initials of Carol O. Broadman, whose family built the first house on the street off North Avenue. She was a longtime Coleytown Elementary School teacher, around the corner and down the hill from her home. (Billy Nistico)

Gonczy Lane was built when Jim and Ann Gonczy’s chicken and egg farm was displaced by the construction of I-95. Their house was relocated to the end of a new street, off of rebuilt (and now straightened) Greens Farms Road. The Gonczy family still lives in the area. (Bob Grant)

Dave Eason grew up on Keyser Road. It was built by Frank Kaiser. “We never could figure out the different spelling,” he says. Perhaps Kaiser did not want anyone to associate the name with a German emperor?

In the late 1940s, a Mrs. Pritchard bought 9 acres of land on Maple Avenue South for, Bobbie Herman thinks, $5 an acre. She divided the land into 9 lots, and built a house for herself. That area is now called Pritchard Lane.

Silverbrook Road comes from Silverbrook Farm, on Easton Road. Fred Cantor recalls pear and apple trees on his family’s property.

Clapboard Hill Road got its name from Green’s Farms Church, where services were announced by “clapping boards” together at the top of the hill. (K. Graves)

Before the “new” church was built (with bells), “clapping boards” summoned congregants to the Green’s Farms Church.

NL Martin always assumed Hillandale Road was named for the hills and dales (valleys) in the area around Turkey Hill, Muddy Brook and Hillspoint.

Covelee was a very picturesque and meaningful name for that little haven on the Saugatuck Shores salt marsh, and surrounded by — in the lee — of the cove that leads through it to the coolest little private beach in town, ” says Peter Hirst. Over time, it was changed to “the apparently typographically erroneous ‘Covlee,’ which means absolutely nothing.”

Though Peter Barlow grew up on Sylvan Road — suggesting “tree-lined” — he notes that when he was young, there were very few trees on the first half mile.

Violet Lane also sounds like it’s named for something in nature. Nope! According to Morley Boyd, its namesake is Alfred G. Violet, a local builder of what he called “old time homes” in the early 20th century.

But with all that information, one question remains: What’s the story behind Pan Handle Lane?

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On The Road To Pan Handle In Westport

It sounds like a good news/bad news joke.

A realtor tells a client, “I found the perfect house for you.”

(Beat)

“It’s on Pan Handle Lane!”

Of course, despite its down-at-the-heels name, the little street off Red Coat Road is just as desirable as most other Westport addresses.

In fact, on the market right now: a Pan Handle Lane home for $4.975 million.

6 Pan Handle Lane: 5 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, 7,435 square feet, on 2.51 acres.

But the unfortunate address highlights an interesting aspect of Westport life: our street names.

Where did “Pan Handle Lane” come from? Did no one say, “That might not be the best idea?”

For that matter, what about Red Coat Road? Those guys are the reason we fought an entire war of independence. And we reward them with a street?!

(To be fair, Blue Coat Lane lies a couple of miles away.)

Nearly 250 years after the Revolutionary War, Westport remembers Red Coats and Blue Coats.

One man who thinks a lot about Westport names is Alex Drexler. A 5-year resident, he still finds new names to wonder about.

What he knows, he passes on to his 2 children.

As they drive around town, they talk about the Sherwoods. Passing Minute Man Hill, he tells them about, well, the redcoats and bluecoats.

But he wants to learn more, about Westport history, and its street names.

Of course, they’re often intertwined.

For example, families in what was then colonial Fairfield divided land into narrow strips, from just north of the “Boston Post Road” all the way to Redding.

Every so often, “highways” crossed them.

You see where this is going, right?

Today, we know 2 of those streets as “Long Lots Road” and “Cross Highway.”

The oldest home in Westport is on Long Lots Road, near Fairfield.

Alex is not the only one who wants to know more about the origins of Westport’s street names.

Many other “06880” readers do too.

Who hasn’t wondered about Fermily Lane, Fresenius Road or Smicap Lane? Rumpenmile Avenue? Wynfromere Lane?

We know a bit about families like Gault, Lehn, Meeker and Parsell, all of whom have roads named in their honor. But we can always learn more about why they’re located where they are.

Who was Wright, Sturges, Bulkley, Gonczy, Hyde and the man who had a circle named for him, Dr. Gillette?

How about all those first-name street names: Barbara, Donald, Elaine, Jackie, James, Jennie, Loretta, Marc, Mary Jane, Scot Alan, Sue and Victoria?

It makes sense, given the Native Americans who lived here first, to have Pequot Trail and Arrowhead Lane. But Apache Trail and Hiawatha Lane? That tribe, and that leader, lived nowhere near here.

Hiawatha was a chief of the Onondaga tribe. He helped establish the Iroquois (Five Nations) Confederacy. They were primarily in what is now New York State, Ontario and Quebec — not Fairfield County.

So here is today’s question: What do you know about the names of Westport’s roads, streets, lanes, avenues, drives, circles and terraces?

We want histories, and back stories. Click “Comments” below, and/or email 06880blog@gmail.com. We’ll compile your submissions into an upcoming piece. 

Here’s one, to start things off: Roosevelt and Quentin Roads — which connect to each other, and are accessible at different points off Compo Beach Road — were both named after Theodore Roosevelt’s youngest son. Quentin Roosevelt was killed in his airplane over Normandy on Bastille Day, during World War I.

And — according to Woody Klein’s history of Westport — Teddy Roosevelt himself spent summers in Westport, as a boy.

Theodore Roosevelt and his son Quentin.

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Across The Decades, A Bedford El Request

Charlie Hoke lived in Westport a while ago.

long while ago.

He moved away after 3rd grade — at Bedford Elementary School.

For more than 40 years, that’s been Town Hall.

Charlie left Bedford 30 years before that — in 1944.

From the 1920s through the ’70s, Town Hall was Bedford Elementary School.

But he’s alive and well (“tarp as a shack,” he reports). He writes, reads, travels, cooks, bakes, and enjoys life in Arizona.

Now, at 88 years young, he’s looking for local information.

Charlie moved here when his father was transferred from a job in Milwaukee to New York. The family moved first to Murvon Court near Compo Beach, then later to a home on Main Street, a short walk from school.

Charlie Hoke: Easter 1940, at Murvon Court.

His father was involved here with the Saugatuck Toy Company. In 1944, the family moved when he was transferred to Detroit.

Many decades later, Charlie is working on a personal history, and would like to know the names of his 1st grade (1941-42), 2nd grade (1942-43) and 3rd grade (1943-44) teachers. 

He has several memories from Westport. One is from December of 1941: listening on a big radio, as President Roosevelt delivered his Pearl Harbor speech.

Charlie also recalls a trip to the fire station (now Bedford Square, across from Pink Sumo), where he pet the firefighters’ Dalmatian, Patches.

Charlie Hoke, at Compo Beach.

Charlie’s uncle, Jimmy DeMaria, was a well-known barber downtown (and was the model once for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post — I’m guessing in an illustration by Westporter Stevan Dohanos),

Charlie recalls 2  Bedford El friends: Mary Bennett, a redhead he adored from a distance, and Bobby Brooks, a “child prodigy drummer.”

Bobby strutted down the street with Charles DeMaria, who was in his Army Air Force uniform, home on leave.

Charlie Hoke’s cousins Bill, Jean and Charlie DeMaria.

How did Charlie come to find “06880,” and request help with the names of his long-ago teachers?

A few months ago, on an Antarctic cruise, he met Westporter Barbara Siemon. They realized both had attended Bedford Elementary School (she more than a decade later than he).

Charlie mentioned his long search for teachers’ names. They’ve been emailing since the cruise, and the other day she mentioned “06880” as a possible help.

So, readers: Go for it.

Charlie Hoke

If you remember the names of Charlie’s Bedford Elementary School teachers — or recall any teachers from that era — click “Comments” below.

If anyone can help, it’s this online community.

And even if you can’t, I’m sure you’ll add some interesting tales from back in Charlie’s — and your — day.

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