Category Archives: Looking back

New Playhouse Director’s Past Propels Its Future

Moments before Mark Shanahan made his acting debut at the Westport Country Playhouse, Joanne Woodward told him to put both feet on a special spot backstage.

It was 2005, and the historic theater had just undergone a multimillion-dollar renovation. Several boards from the original 1931 stage had been incorporated into the new one.

Shanahan — a young actor being directed by the legendary star in “David Copperfield” — reverently stood where hundreds of legends, from Henry Fonda and Olivia de Havilland to Paul Newman and Woodward herself once walked.

Mark Shanahan, as David Copperfield.

Last year, as incoming artistic director, Shanahan watched other actors stand there.

This month, as he takes the reins as artistic director, he looks forward to watching many more do the same.

Part of his job is to attract those actors to the 93-year-old Playhouse. How well he does it — along with the shows he selects, and other programming he develops — will go a long way to determining how successful one of the nation’s premier regional theaters will be, at a time when even the biggest ones face tough times.

Less than a year after the Westport Country Playhouse came within days of closing forever, the future seems bright.

And different.

Mark Shanahan, at the Playhouse. (Photo/Dan Woog)

The decades during which the Playhouse served as the town’s summer entertainment center, a lucrative destination for the biggest names, and a launching pad for Broadway shows, is long gone.

It took Playhouse employees and board members a long time to realize how vastly things have changed. But a firm change of direction — including more diverse offerings, outreach to new audiences, and a shift in the mainstage calendar from summer to other months — has positioned the Playhouse for a new role, a new image, and chances for new success.

Shanahan was both a safe and bold choice. A near 20-year Playhouse veteran — as an actor, curator of its Script in Hand play reading series, and creator of the Westport Country Playhouse Radio Theater — he has also worked at enough other places, in enough diverse roles, to know that doing things the same way they were always done would not work in the post-pandemic, streaming-filled, zillion-option world of today.

The New York City native discovered acting in high school, thanks to an inspirational teacher. (“I had terrible stage fright,” Shanahan confesses.)

He studied theater and American civilization at Brown University, earned a master’s degree at Fordham, then did “a little bit of everything” — acting, directing, producing — around the country.

Noble Shropshire — one of several mentors — recommended him to the Playhouse. He knew it vaguely; when he was younger, his parents took him to plays there.

The Westport Country Playhouse — founded in 1931 — is one of America’s legendary regional theaters.

Shanahan did 2 shows in ’05 — “Journey’s End,” then “Copperfield” — and found it to be a “very warm, welcoming place. Woodward and her co-director Anne Keefe drew him in.

He worked other places. But he never really left.

Shanahan met his wife at the Westport Country Playhouse. He learned he would be a father when he was there. He became friends with countless Playhouse actors: men and women who shared his reverence for the history of the place, and honored all those who came before them.

“My experiences here have been personal,” Shanahan says. “I’ve worked at a lot of big theaters. But there is nothing like this place. It’s an institution, but its importance comes from its people.”

Shanahan has read about founder Lawrence Langner, and longtime executive producer Jim McKenzie. He knows how hard they worked — and the obstacles they faced, trying to create and maintain a summer theater.

The Playhouse’s early days. (Photo/Wells Studio)

Challenges included a depression, a world war, and television. They had to find the right shows and actors (plus costume and set designers, stagehands and musicians, apprentices and ushers); sell tickets; stick to budgets; keep actors and audiences happy — and much, much more.

“It’s hard,” Shanahan notes. “There’s a lot of pressure.

“Audiences are demanding. And they should be. But the people who love this work, work hard to make it happen.”

At the Westport Country Playhouse, they’re working harder than ever. Drastic cost-cutting measures last spring — when bankruptcy seemed near, and closing was a real possibility — included the elimination of more than half of all staff positions.

The small workforce now does more than ever. Shanahan’s “small but mighty” staff is “working their tails off” looking for and creating new programming, finding new sources of funding, marketing it all in new ways.

Early reviews are encouraging.

Recognizing that the theater was dark too many days, Shanahan and his deputies, managing director Beth Huisking and production manager Matthew Melchiorre are booking concerts, readings, films, special events and short runs to draw people in.

And, hopefully, give them reasons to return.

Mark Shanahan and Beth Huisking, in the Playhouse’s famous seats.

In February, 575 teenagers, and preteens and their parents came to a show featuring Taylor Swift songs.

Three nights later, a sellout crowd heard a Script in Hand reading of a show about football coach Vince Lombardi.

Five days after that, multiple Tony Award winner Audra McDonald drew a full house.

Each audience was different. Each night, many attendees said, “I haven’t been here in ages.” Or, “I’ve never been here.”

Other successful shows include an Ella Fitzgerald tribute, and 9 performances of Shanahan’s “A Sherlock Carol.”

“This theater can be anything, for anyone,” Shanahan says. “We just have to figure out what that can be. And who knows what it can be, unless we try?”

 

Mark Shanahan plans to use the Lucille Lortel Barn, adjacent to the main theater, for innovative, intimate programs. (Photo/Dan Woog)

The artistic director says proudly, “I’m meeting people on the porch whose grandparents brought them to the Playhouse, and people who have never been here before.

“That mix keeps me up at night. I’m thinking about what we can show them, and how we can give them a good reason to come back.

“I know we can’t please everybody. But there is a large audience that’s hungry to come together.

“Theaters are closing for many reasons. This is the last un-downloadable thing they can do. And they can do it with other people. It’s even more special than when I was a kid.

“We have a great board at the Playhouse. There are new, young people, and others on it a long time who are really energized. All of us are committed to giving people a great night out.”

And to ensuring that backstage, every actor — well known now, or will be in the future — has a chance to put their feet on the boards from that original 1931 stage, close their eyes, and think about everyone who also stood on the same stage.

And then walk out, and keep the magic of the Westport Country Playhouse alive for generations to come.

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Looking Back: That 1st COVID Year

Four years ago this week, COVID slammed into Westport.

In the span of 3 days, we went from a community-wide information meeting at the Library — at which no one wore masks — to the sudden closure of schools, institutions, and life as we knew it.

A year later, I wrote a looking-back piece. Coronavirus was still a thing; schools had only recently eased their mask rules.

Here is the story I posted on March 11, 2021 — one year after the day that changed everything.

This piece brings us back to that week of utter uncertainty, lack of clear information and dread.

And it brings us back to its 1-year anniversary. We were still uncertain; fear still hung in the air.

Today, that all seems like a different millennium.

Of course, we are only one random pathogenic mutation away from it happening all over again.

Or worse.

On Sunday, March 8, 2020, town officials hosted a community forum on COVID-19, at the Westport Library.

“A small, well-spaced-apart crowd was joined by many more online participants this afternoon,” I wrote.

“Presentations were clear and cogent; questions were wide-ranging and thoughtful; answers were direct and honest.” Topics included schools, the Senior Center, restaurants, Metro-North, budget implications, gyms and the YMCA.

Then-1st Selectman Jim Marpe (far right), at the March 8 COVID-19 panel.

The key takeaways:

  • There were dozens of “what-ifs.”
  • The best precautions included rigorous hand-washing, frequent cleaning of surfaces, and careful monitoring of surroundings and contacts.
  • It was virtually inevitable that COVID would come to Westport.

In fact, it already had.

State Representative Jonathan Steinberg (left), and 1st Selectman Jim Marpe demonstrated the best way to say hello, COVID-19-style.

Three days later — on Wednesday, March 11 — fear had heightened considerably.

A student at Staples High School asked me if I thought schools would close. “Maybe Monday,” I replied..

That night I was supposed to have dinner with my sister and nephews in New York, and see Andy Borowitz. We texted all day about what to do. With trepidation, we said: Let’s go for it.

Suddenly, news came that Westport schools were closing. A news conference was quickly planned for outside Town Hall. Forget dinner, I texted. I have to cover this.

The weather outside Town Hall was beautiful, I reported. But the officials on the front steps were grim.

1st Selectman Jim Marpe, Westport Weston Health District director Mark Cooper and others outlined the day’s rapid developments.

1st Selectman Jim Marpe and town officials, at the news conference outside Town Hall.

They noted a private party in Westport the previous Thursday, March 5. Of the 40 or so attendees — of all ages — 14 reported coronavirus-like symptoms.

“It’s likely many people were exposed,” Cooper said. “And others will be.”

Schools would be closed indefinitely, for deep cleaning. Also shut: Town Hall. All meetings, including the Board of Finance budget. The Senior Center. Toquet Hall. The Westport Library (until Monday).

Marpe noted that private institutions must decide for themselves which events to cancel. “We recognize these are tough decisions,” he said.

Reporters kept their distance — a new concept — at the Town Hall news conference.

I still planned one last hurrah that night in New York.

I never went. Midway through writing my story, I got a text. Andy Borowitz had canceled.

The next day, I walked downtown.

The scene was surreal. Main Street was abandoned. Stores were shut; every parking spot was open.

A friend in an office above Brooks Corner spotted me. We talked for an hour. He runs a summer camp. He had no idea if — or how — he’d be affected. We agreed: None of us knew what’s ahead. But suddenly we were very, very worried.

One of my fears was that with Westport locked down, I’d have nothing to write about.

An hour after the announcement that schools would be closed, Trader Joe’s looked like the day before a snowstorm. (Photo/Armelle Pouriche)

I could not have been more wrong.

After returning home, I did not leave for the next 4 days. I wrote constantly. There were stories everywhere.

I wrote about:

  • Constantly changing advice on numbers and safety precautions
  • Store closures: How to get food
  • Church closures: What to expect for Easter and Passover
  • What students should expect, with schools closed
  • The emotions of the Staples girls’ basketball team; COVID canceled the state tournament, just as they reached the semifinals
  • The lack of test kits
  • A raging debate on whether “small gatherings” were okay. “It’s not a snow day!” one news story reported. Some in Westport disagreed.

And of course, I wrote about the beach.

The weekend was gorgeous. Stuck at home Thursday and Friday, Westporters flocked to Compo. Some wore masks. Most did not. Some practiced that new concept: social distancing. Others did not.

Compo Beach, March 13, 2020 (Photo/Jo Shields Sherman)

Alarmed, Marpe shut the Compo and Burying Hill parking lots, and the Compo playground.

Some Westporters applauded his action.

Others protested. They drove to the beach, and parked up and down Soundview Drive.

Police issued tickets. But they were playing whack-a-mole. As soon as one beachgoer left, another arrived.

With the parking lot closed, Westporters parked up and down the exit road.

All that was within the first 96 hours of COVID in Westport.

It’s been here since.

I realized quickly that I would not run out of stories.

The pandemic has affected every aspect of life here. I’ve written about:

  • The return of college students and 20-somethings to their parents’ homes
  • The continued fallout from “the party”
  • Mental and physical health
  • Westporters of all ages coming together: teenagers shopping for the elderly; women making masks (and yarn bombing trees); churches providing meals; children painting positive messages on rocks
  • Where to find toilet paper, paper towels and Lysol
  • Businesses and restaurants that closed — and new ones that opened
  • Pop-up entertainment, like the Remarkable Theater and a Staples grad who sings opera
  • How to access business loans and other help
  • Hybrid education, Staples’ unique graduation, and the virtual Candlelight Concert
  • 12-step programs, religious services and more online
  • App developers who help the world trace contacts, visualize impacts, connect with others
  • Virtual programming: the Westport Library, JoyRide, non-profit fundraisers and more
  • Where to get tested, and how to get a vaccine.

One of the yarn bomber’s first works, at fire headquarters. (Photo/Molly Alger)

One year ago today, I stood on the steps of Town Hall. I still thought I could get to New York that night.

I haven’t been back since.

This has been a year like no other. Every man, woman and child in Westport has been affected.

We’ve lost 28 neighbors. Over 1,400 here have been diagnosed with COVID. If we did not believe that COVID was real on March 10 last year, we sure did on March 11.

Soon, “06880” will look ahead. We’ll try to figure out what March 11, 2022 will feel like.

But today, let’s look back. We want to hear your thoughts on the past year.

What did the town do right? Wrong? What are you most proud of, or regret the most? How did your life change?

Click “Comments” below.

And remember: Wear a mask!

James Dobin-Smith created the OneWestport.com website in a matter of days. It provided up to date information on what’s open and cloed, all around town.

Hezekiah Allen, Larry Yount, And The Rabbi Of Swat

Ron Berler is a 1967 Staples High School graduate, and a longtime magazine and newspaper writer.

He played Westport Little League baseball, then was cut during tryouts at Long Lots Junior High and Staples.

He writes frequently about the sport. Some years ago, he wrote a piece for Sports Illustrated on Mose Solomon, the “Rabbi of Swat.” The other day, he posted it here, on Medium.com.

With the approach of both the baseball season and Passover, Ron has written this for “06880”:

Last July — a month after graduating — Staples High School’s Hiro Wyatt was selected by the Kansas City Royals in the 3rd round of the Major League Baseball amateur draft.

The pitcher — who finished his Wrecker season 8-0, with an 0.51 ERA, 107 strikeouts and just 11 walks in 54 2/3 innings — was named Connecticut High School Coaches Association Player of the Year.

If he reaches the major leagues, he’ll be the second Westport native to do so. The first was Hezekiah Allen, in ’84.

1884, that is.

You might say Allen was a prodigy. He reached the big leagues at 21, the same age the Yankees’ Derek Jeter did. A sinewy 5-11, 160-pound catcher, Allen played just 1 game for the 1884 Philadelphia Quakers (now the Phillies), batting 3 times and smacking 2 singles, for a career average of .667.

The Philadelphia Quakers in 1884. Hezekiah Allen is probably not in this photo.

One might wonder: Given that his team would finish the season 39-73, with 1 tie, why wouldn’t manager Harry Wright offer him a second opportunity?

There’s good reason to believe Wright was just plain scared. Allen committed 3 passed balls in his 5 innings on the field, the equivalent of a rabbi dropping 3 matzoh balls in his lap before finishing his soup.

And yet honor him we must. To this day, Allen remains (as far as can be determined) our town’s sole, home-grown major leaguer. You can visit his grave in Willowbrook Cemetery.

And with the coming of the baseball season, it is time to pay tribute to a couple of the sport’s other very minor contributors. I’m thinking, for example, of Larry Yount, the older brother of Hall of Fame Milwaukee Brewers shortstop/ outfielder Robin Yount. Larry was a pitcher for the Houston Astros.

Well, not exactly. Near the end of the 1971 season, he was promoted to the big club. On September 15, with the team trailing the Atlanta Braves 4-1 in the 9th inning, Astros manager Harry “The Hat” Walker signaled for Larry to take the mound. It was the moment Larry had prepared for all his life.

He took the ball from Walker and threw several warmup pitches. Then suddenly, he stopped. His elbow, which had caused him minor pain while throwing in the bullpen, had suddenly grown worse. He called for the trainer and was removed from the game without having thrown a pitch.

And that was it for him. Though his arm soon healed, he never got another chance in the majors. Larry is quite possibly the only player to take the field in his one big league game and never actually play.

Mose Solomon

Which brings us, this Passover season, to Mose Solomon, who in September 1923 jumped from the low, low minors to the New York Giants.

Though the Giants were in first place at the time and would go on to win the National League pennant (they lost to the Yankees in the World Series, 4 games to 2 – the Yankees’ first championship), few fans were trekking to the Polo Grounds to see them play.

John McGraw, the Giants’ manager, blamed Babe Ruth, who would lead the majors that year with 41 home runs and further burnish his nickname, the Sultan of Swat.

Yet that season, Ruth was not the home run leader of all professional baseball. That title belonged to Solomon, a first baseman/right fielder for the Hutchinson (Kansas) Wheat Shockers of the financially unstable Southwestern League, who walloped 49 homers in 1923 against teams like the Salina Millers and the Coffeyville Refiners.

McGraw brought the slugger, who was Jewish, to New York and introduced him to the press, and to the city, as the Rabbi of Swat.

Great nickname. A name that promises the stuff of legend. And for the last month of the season, New York, which was 20 percent Jewish, went wild. As the newsboys from the Roaring ’20s would hawk, read all about it!

So as the 2024 baseball season nears, let’s not forget 20th-century players like Mose Solomon.

Or 19th-century ones like Hezekiah Allen. 

Play ball!

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Happy 100th, Clayton Chalfant!

In mid-20th century Westport, the name Clayton Chalfant was a familiar one.

A heavy machine gunner who landed at Omaha Beach shortly after D-Day, he helped establish our town’s sister city relationship with Marigny, a Normandy town he had passed through.

Nearly 80 years later, the two towns’ ties remain strong.

So does Chalfant. Today, he celebrates his 100th birthday.

Two views of Clayton Chalfant.

He’s not a Westport native — but he comes close. Soon after his February 21, 1924 birth in Killingly, Connecticut, his family moved to Westport.

They lived on Compo Road and in an apartment on Main Street (possibly above the original Klein’s store) before settling in a home on Kings Highway.

Chalfant attended Westport schools. He spent his youth playing sports, and hanging out at the Gault sandpit on Imperial Avenue, the YMCA, Compo Beach and Nash’s Pond.

The family survived the Great Depression. His father Russ held multiple jobs to keep the family fed and sheltered. It was not easy.

As a teen Chalfant worked in a Main Street bakery, making doughnuts. Their sweet smell still lingers in his memory.

When World War II broke out, his older brother Jim served as a medic. But Clayton was too young for the draft.

Heavy machine gunner Clayton Chalfant.

He and a few of his Westport pals, including Bob Saxonmeyer, went to the Navy recruitment office. Chalfant was turned away, but his patriotism, sense of honor and duty to serve the nation never waned.

He joined the Army in January, 1943, and headed to basic training at Fort Devens, Massachusetts.

Assigned to the 486th Anti-aircraft Battalion, his unit landed on Omaha Beach on June 21, 1944. He was a heavy machine gunner on a half-track mobile unit, protecting aircraft.

The amount of precision and detail communicated among forces is astonishing, considering the limited technology available.

Chalfant served in 5 battle campaigns: Normandy, northern France, Rhineland, Ardennes and Central Europe.

He has not been forgotten. The consulate general recently invited him to be France’s guest at the 80th celebration of D-Day this June, in honor of his service to their nation.

Twice in Europe — once at the beginning of his tour, then toward the end — Chalfant had a reunion with his brother. The meetings buoyed their spirits, and strengthened their resolve.

In 2004, as parade grand marshal, Clayton Chalfant proudly delivered Westport’s Memorial Day address. (Photo courtesy of WestportNow.com)

Chalfant enjoyed creative writing. During the war a battalion committee created a yearbook about their experiences. Chalfant contributed a futuristic view of the men after the war.

His creative flair later evolved into a long love of painting, sculpting and sketching.

Chalfant attended his first Catholic Mass during the war. He converted to the faith upon his discharge, and received all of his sacraments at Assumption Church.

He is now a parishioner at St. Luke. He considers faith to be paramount in living a joyful and generous life.

Clayton and Mary Chalfant, with then-1st Selectman Jim Marpe.

Also back in Westport, Chalfant started a discussion group of World War II servicemembers.

When Staples French Department chair Charlotte MacLear wanted to form a sister city relationship, it was Chalfant (and gun sergeant Bob Loomis) — both of whom had passed through Marigny, just 25 miles from Utah Beach — who made the connection with that town.

For more than a decade, Westporters sent holiday gifts, clothes and food to Marigny residents.

In return, they created a Westport School Canteen, and named their largest square “Place Westport.”

In June 1994 — as part of the 50th anniversary of the invasion of Normandy — Marigny officials invited 3 Westport middle school students and 2 Westport veterans to stay in the homes of residents. They visited “Westport Gift Shop” and “Pharmacie Westport.”

Nearly half a century earlier, through his brother’s wife Florence, Chalftant had met the love of his life, Mary Speer. On April 10, they’ll celebrate their 76th anniversary. They have 5 children, 10 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren (so far).

And today, Chalfant celebrates his century birthday today with many of those family members. They are proud to call him husband, dad, grandpa and Pop Pop.

And “06880” is proud to wish “Happy 100th Birthday” to Clayton Chalfant: war hero, longtime Westporter, and — today — our newest centenarian.

The Mill: From 19th Century Factory To 21st Century Condos

In its 210 years, the brick building on Richmondville Avenue has been home to a twine mill, a candlewick factory, artists’ studios and offices.

The Mill when it was an office building, on Richmondville Avenue.

Later this month, the first owners move into The Mill. That’s the new/old name for the 31-unit luxury condo complex that has been developed — quietly, uniquely, and with an eye toward both the historic past and the modern, amenity-driven future — near the Saugatuck River, just off Main Street.

Despite initial fears by neighbors of increased traffic and noise, the project moved ahead after the 2.41-acre property, with 55,000 square feet of office space, was bought by Coastal Luxury Homes and Gault Family Companies in 2019.

The Mill: ready for occupancy.

As part of the project, the developers created off-site affordable housing. They converted a town-owned 1880 Victorian house at 136 Riverside Avenue into 5 apartments. Four are occupied by people with special needs; a fifth is rented to a staff member.

The historic house got a $2 million restoration (and landscaping) through Redniss & Mead.

136 Riverside Avenue.

On Richmondville, Coastal’s Joe Feinleib, the Gaults and Redniss worked with architects Marybeth Woods, Bruce Beinfield, Philip Hazan, Philip Cerrone and landscaper Bill Kenny to create a concept that The Mill’s website says is “inspired by European boutique hotels.”

All 31 units have different layouts, finishes and ceiling heights. Many include 12-foot windows. Several incorporate the factory’s original brick and stone work.

Primary bedroom, with stone, beams and wide plank floor.

There are 2 styles. “Vintage Modern homes honor the pre-war history of this great structure in the post and beam style, while the New Modern layouts are constructed with steel and glass.” Five units have private outdoor space.

Prices range from $1.495 million to just under $3.5 million. Most are in the $1.7 to $1.8 million range. All have 2 bedrooms, except for the penthouse. Common fees are 93 cents per square foot.

Den and living room.

The Mill’s amenities include a common area with gas fireplace, café, gym, and outdoor lounge with grills and garden.

Artist’s rendering of back yard with lounge, pool area and garden.

A concierge will be on duty 6 days a week, while a furnished guest suite can be reserved for guests.

The Mill is 35% sold. Buyers include Westport residents looking to downsize (units range from 1,400 to 2,400 square feet, out-of-staters who want to be close to family members, and New Yorkers who appreciate the full-service lifestyle, Tribeca/boutique hotel feel, easy commute and proximity to downtown.

“Hudson Malone is next door — and it’s a New York restaurant,” Feinleib notes.

The Richmondville mill has been part of Westport since the early 19th century. When the moving vans arrive this month, it pivots toward the 21st.

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Nighttime at The Mill.

Remembering Bill Vornkahl

William F. Vornkahl III died Friday. He was 93 years old.

Westporters knew — and loved — him as “Bill.”

His other nickname was “Mr. Memorial Day.” For 54 years — ever since 1970 — he organized, orchestrated and led Westport’s annual parade.

It was an enormous undertaking. The moving parts — the marchers, the floats, the route, the ceremony on Veterans Green — were many, and daunting.

But it was a labor of love.

Bill Vornkahl was many things: a Korean War veteran, member of the Westport Veterans Council, volunteer firefighter, Little League coach, member of Staples High School football’s sideline crew.

He was a proud veteran, and an equally proud Westporter. He will be deeply and lovingly missed.

Bill Vornkahl, at last year’s Memorial Day parade. (Photo/Ted Horowitz)

Visitation is set for this Thursday (February 1, 4 to 8 p.m., Harding Funeral Home). Bill’s funeral is Friday (February 2, 11 a.m., St. Paul Church, Easton Road).

In 2018, “06880” honored Bill Vornkahl as our Unsung Hero. Here is that story:  

On Monday, Westport celebrates Memorial Day.

We do it with one of the town’s most popular and beloved events of the year: a fun, wonderful and wide-ranging parade, followed by a solemn yet uplifting ceremony across from Town Hall.

It’s a huge undertaking. Hundreds of town employees and volunteers pitch in to make it all work. It seems effortless, but it’s anything but.

None of it would happen, though, without the leadership of Bill Vornkahl.

This will be the Westporter’s 49th year at the helm. When he started in 1970, the parade may have included Spanish-American War veterans. Today there are only a few who served in World War II.

Vornhkahl — now 88 years old — is a Korean War vet. He spent 14 months on the island of Hokkaido, Japan, working as a high-speed radio operator in the 1st Cavalry Division.

In 2013, he was inducted into the Connecticut Veterans Hall of Fame.

Bill Vornkahl

Vornkahl has been a member of the Westport Veterans Council even longer than he’s run the parade: 57 years.

From 1996 to ’99 he was treasurer of Westport’s War Monument Committee, helping place memorials to various wars on Veterans Green.

He joined the Greens Farms Volunteer Fire Company in 1950. He’s served as secretary/treasurer of both that company and Saugatuck Hose Company #4, and as president of the Westport Volunteer Fire Company from 1973 to ’93.

He coached Little League for more than 20 years, and for over a decade was part of the Staples High School football sideline crew.

Vornkahl has dedicated his life to Westport. Of all he’s done, the Memorial Day parade is his special passion. He makes sure it all happens flawlessly.

In 2015, Bill Vornkahl and 3 Girl Scout Daisies recited the Pledge of Allegiance.

Of course, the one thing he can’t control is the weather. The last 2 years, predictions of rain have canceled the parade, and moved the ceremonies indoors.

You may have seen him inside Town Hall, introducing the color guard, bands and speakers.

This Monday, we all hope he’ll be outdoors on Veterans Green, doing the same.

He’ll be busy — as he has been every Memorial Day since 1970. So now is the best time to thank him for all he does.

Veterans usually don’t like honors. But Bill Vornkahl is a true Unsung Hero.

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In 2020, COVID canceled Westport’s Memorial Day parade.

But our town did not forget its veterans — or Bill Vornkahl. “06880” That day, “06880” reported:

This might have been a lonely Memorial Day for Bill Vornkahl.

As “06880” reported this morning, the 90-year-old Korean War veteran recently lost his wife of 65 years.

And this year — for the first time in the 50 years he has organized Westport’s annual parade and tribute to fallen service members — the entire event was canceled, due to COVID.

But his family arranged a socially distanced cookout in the driveway of his Cross Highway home.

And in mid-morning — just like every year at Town Hall — Vornkahl heard “The Star-Spangled Banner” and “Taps.”

Nick Rossi sings the national anthem.

The national anthem was sung stirringly by Nick Rossi. The 2019 Staples High School graduate — now a student at Boston College — is a veteran of Veteran’s Green. He played and sang at last year’s ceremony.

The mournful brass notes were sounded by Sam Atlas. The 2018 Staples grad is a trumpet major at the Oberlin Conservatory of Music, where she plays in the orchestra, wind ensemble and chamber groups.

Sam Atlas plays “Taps.”

It was a fitting tribute for the man who is Westport’s “Mr. Memorial Day.” And he responded as any soldier would:

(Photos/Janine Scotti)

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It was a Bill Vornkahl tradition to close every Memorial Day ceremony with “It Is The Soldier,” a poem by Charles H. Province. “06880” is honored to post this, in honor of “Mr. Memorial Day,” Bill Vornkahl.

It is the soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.

It is the soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of press.

It is the soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.

It is the soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.

It is the soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.

Martha!

Martha Stewart is back!

Half a century ago, the Westport housewife opened The Market Basket in a corner of The Common Market, on Main Street (near where Kerri Rosenthal is now). Featuring antiques on consignment, and the creations of local bakers and cooks, it launched the careers of several local residents. (Click here for details.) 

Westporters — and viewers across America — will be reminded of (or learn about) those days this Sunday (January 28, 9 p.m.). CNN debuts the first 2 of a 4-part original series: “The Many Lives of Martha Stewart.”

The second part airs February 4.

Among the residents interviewed for the show: Sarah Kerstin Gross. She has spent 40 years as owner of Cabbages & Kings Catering, C&K Take Away and, most recently, C&K Community Kitchen.

Gross was there when Stewart launched her own career, cooking Tassajara breads, honey challahs, cookies and chocolate covered bunnies for Lawrence Olivier and others out of her parents’ Greens Farms Road kitchen — around the corner from what became Stewart’s famed Turkey Hill home.

Martha Stewart and her husband Andy, at their Turkey Hill home. 

“I schlepped the food there in my parents’ station wagon,” Gross recalls.

“The shop was fabulous. It recreated her kitchen in compact form, with a stove and hanging copper pots.

“We were all cooking illegally out of our homes before there were cottage laws, and lying when confronted by the Health Department, on Martha’s behalf. She was and is defiant.” 

Also interviewed about the early catering years: Westport native and event planner Louise Felix, and former Westport author Elizabeth Hawes, who collaborated with Stewart.

Former Westporter, now Fairfield and Maine-based Brooke Dojny, award winning food journalist and cookbook author, joined Stewart later, helping with catering. She reflected on her time as a recipe developer for Stewart’s first book.

Not on camera but part of the local mix then were Vicky Negrin, a Stewart catering chef who was also responsible for the handwritten text of the Gnomes books, and all hand-written copy for Hay Day’s labeling (now Balducci’s); Audrey Doniger, famous for her Market Basket lemon squares; Dale Lamberty, who created legendary Easter egg panoramas and delectable baked goods, then went on to found the Great Cakes bakery, and Ujala Shu, who made Indian specialties and later ran her own catering business.

Doniger told “06880” yesterday that Stewart had “a knack for picking out people who needed to work, and who really ‘got her.'”

Recently divorced, and with 4 young children, Doniger was one of Stewart’s early suppliers. When Doniger switched from “homemade” to a Cuisinart, in order to fulfill more orders, Stewart tasted the difference.

She handed Doniger a wad of bills, and told her to teach herself how to use a Cuisinart to make cookies that tasted as if they were homemade.

Martha Stewart (right) catering, back in the day.

“It was a very special time for her to launch her catering business, using many of us,” Gross says.

“And it was important to all of us who had our beginnings there. Prepared food like that did not exist around here. To use local talent to mix and match like that still is a brilliant idea.”

All of those women rose from the 60 people who responded to a single ad Stewart placed in the Westport News, soliciting bakers and chefs for The Market Basket.

How many will be mentioned in Sunday’s CNN story (click here for details)? We’ll have to tune in to see.

But wait! That’s not enough. Martha Stewart will be back again, after CNN!

Netflix is also working on a show on the entertaining mogul. It’s due out later this year.

A “Woog’s World” Farewell

From time to time, I hear longtime residents lament: “What a shame the Westport News went out of business.”

It didn’t.

Our “hometown newspaper” still publishes a print edition, every Friday.

It’s hard to find. I don’t think it’s sold anywhere in town. It gets delivered (often 4 days late) by mail, to some (but definitely not all) Westporters.

Westport News, complete with ad sticker on page 1.

It’s online too. It’s been rebranded as “CT Insider,” though it still says “Westport News” there as well.

Yet many older readers think the paper is defunct. And most new ones have never heard of it.

They don’t know that, beginning in 1986, I wrote a weekly column for the Westport News called “Woog’s World.”

And they — including many old-timers — don’t know that until last Friday, I kept writing it.

My second-to-last “Woog’s World.”

Once a week, for 36 years, I offered my thoughts on Westport. For the past 10 or so years, I wasn’t sure anyone read them.

Feedback was non-existent. More common was: “I miss ‘Woog’s World,'”

My final newspaper column ran this past Friday.

The timing is right. “06880” is demanding more and more of my time. I know my audience, and I know their eyeballs are here.

For those who had no idea I wrote a regular newspaper column — and those who either remember the old Westport News, or never heard of its heyday and are curious to know more — I’m posting that final “Woog’s World” below.

Enjoy. And — if you’re interested — here’s a link to the Westport News website.

I mean, “CT Insider.”

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The final “Woog’s World”:

My first Westport News byline came in 1969.

My last will be in 2024. It’s this one.

I’ve had a great run. From those first days as a Staples High School sophomore covering the baseball team, to today’s farewell “Woog’s World,” I’ve had the honor of reporting, recording and ruminating on more than 50 years of Westport life.

I’ve been the “Up at Staples” columnist, a two-year gig I inherited from a senior when Vietnam, drugs, student power and more rocked our town. I wrote about Staples soccer, football, basketball, wrestling and baseball too, for the sports pages. I’d type it all up, drop my “copy” in a box outside the Brooks Corner office, then head off to school.

As a Staples High School senior, I praised Players’ production of “The Time of Your Life” — and slammed the choice of the play.

As sports editor from 1976-79 – my first real job after college – I wrote, edited, laid out and filled up to six pages, twice a week, about everything from the Wreckers and Little League to Olympic and professional hopefuls.

It’s hard to imagine now, but for much of the second half of the 20th century, the Westport News was how Westporters got their news. From its downtown office, the News covered everything and anything that happened in town.

Reporters had specific beats. One handled Town Hall; another, education. Jeanne Davis was the flamboyant arts editor. Still, the most popular feature was the all-inclusive Police Reports. No matter who you were, if you got nabbed you could not keep your name out of the paper.

The perfect story presented itself when the furniture store across the street burned to the ground. It was right in front of us – and a Tuesday afternoon, perfect for our Wednesday edition deadline.

A Congressional race, Gorham Island, and school bus schedules were front-page news in 1978.

I kept writing after becoming a full-time freelancer. In 1986, editor Lise Connell offered me this “Woog’s World” space. Every Friday since – for 36 years, which is about 1,800 columns – I’ve contributed 800 words about whatever went on in Westport that week. Or had gone on in the past. Or was coming ‘round the bend.

Subjects ranged widely. I wrote about a Staples student who won both the Siemens Westinghouse and Intel science contests in the same year; teenagers who overdosed on angel dust, and a high school alcoholic.

I wrote about controversies, like the Compo Beach playground that was built only after a court injunction. (Spoiler alert: Now one of the most popular spots in Westport, it will soon be renovated as a townwide project.) I covered the Y’s long, torturous move from downtown; the closing, opening, remodeling and other ups and downs of our schools, and the everlasting debate about the future of Baron’s South. (If I wrote for another 36 years, until 2060, I’d still be reporting on that topic.)

Every Christmas, I offered a poem. Every January, I imagined headlines for the coming year. Once, decades ago, I came out as gay in my “Woog’s World” column.

A few headlines, out of 1,800.

Lise Connell – a demanding, decisive and thoroughly wonderful boss – was one of several memorable editors. Larry Fellows had been a foreign correspondent for the New York Times. Woody Klein was previously the editor of IBM’s “Think” magazine. The Westport News – the flagship of what became the Brooks Community Newspapers – punched far above its weight.

Those days are well known to anyone who lived in Westport between about 1965 and 2000. If you were a Westporter, you read the Westport News.

But the world of journalism has changed seismically since then. The Brooks family sold their chain of papers to Hearst Media. Print circulation declined, while online options surged. Readers could access the Westport News – and sister publications – any time, from anywhere. Stories were posted any time too. A new century ushered in a new era.

I’ve aged a bit, from the early days.

Through all the changes, I’ve enjoyed chronicling all things Westport. No, that’s not right; I’ve loved it. I appreciate beyond measure the chance to share my thoughts and insights, week after week (year after year) (decad after decade), about what is happening (and has happened, and may one day happen) in this historic, ever-changing, passionate, quarrelsome, weird and wonderful community.

I’ve been privileged, for 36 years, to have had my say. I’ll continue to say it on the “pages” of my “06880” blog (www.06880.org).

And now – 55 years after my byline first appeared in the Westport News – I’ll sign off the way I was taught, my first day on the job as a high school sophomore.

For decades – in a throwback to the days of telegraph transmission — “-30-“ meant the end of a story. The writer had done his job; now it went to the editor and (how’s this for a memory?) typesetter.

“Woog’s World” is done. I give hearty, loving thanks to decades’ worth of colleagues, friends, and most importantly, readers. It’s been a true honor, and a great privilege. -30-.

MLK

This story has become a Martin Luther King Day tradition on “06880.” After the events of the past couple of years, today — more than ever — we should think about the history of our nation before Dr. King was born.

And where we are, more than half a century after his death.

Today is Martin Luther King Day. Westporters will celebrate with a day off from school or work. Some will sleep in; others will shop, or go for a walk. Few will give any thought to Martin Luther King.

Twice, though, his life intersected this town in important ways.

The first was Friday night, May 22, 1964. According to Woody Klein’s book Westport, Connecticut, King had been invited to speak at Temple Israel by synagogue member Jerry Kaiser.

King arrived in the afternoon. Kaiser and his wife Roslyn sat on their porch that afternoon, and talked with King and 2 of his aides. She was impressed with his “sincerity, warmth, intelligence and genuine concern for those about him — our children, for instance. He seemed very young to bear such a burden of leadership.”

Martin Luther King, with Sarah and Tema Kaiser at their home on Brooklawn Drive, before his Temple Israel appearance. Their brother Michael had a cold, and was not allowed near Dr. King.

King’s sermon — to a packed audience — was titled “Remaining Awake Through a Great Revolution.” He analogized his America to the time of Rip Van Winkle — who also “slept through a revolution. The greatest liability of history is that people fail to see a revolution taking place in our world today.  We must support the social movement of the Negro.”

Westport artist Roe Halper presented King with 3 woodcarvings, representing the civil rights struggle. He hung them proudly in the front hallway of his Atlanta home.

(Another of Halper’s MLK carvings, which usually hangs in principal Stafford Thomas’ office at Staples, will be on view at MoCA Westport, from January 18 through March 3).

Artist Roe Halper (left) presents Coretta Scott King with civil rights-themed wood carvings.

Within a month Temple Israel’s rabbi, Byron Rubenstein, traveled south to take place in a nonviolent march. He was arrested — along with Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King.

In jail, the rabbi said, “I came to know the greatness of Dr. King. I never heard a word of hate or bitterness from that man, only worship of faith, joy and determination.”

King touched Westport again less than 4 years later. On April 5, 1968 — the day after the civil rights leader’s assassination in Memphis — 600 Staples students gathered for a lunchtime vigil in the courtyard. Nearby, the flag flew at half-staff.

A small portion of the large crowd listens intently to Fermino Spencer, in the Staples courtyard.

A small portion of the large crowd listens to Fermino Spencer.

Vice principal Fermino Spencer addressed the crowd. Movingly, he spoke about  his own experience as an African American. Hearing the words “my people” made a deep impression on the almost all-white audience. For many, it was the 1st time they had heard a black perspective on white America.

No one knew what lay ahead for their country. But student Jim Sadler spoke for many when he said: “I’m really frightened. Something is going to happen.”

Dr. Martin Luther King

Something did — and it was good. A few hundred students soon met in the cafeteria. Urged by a minister and several anti-poverty workers to help bridge the chasm between Westport and nearby cities, Staples teachers and students vowed to create a camp.

Within 2 months, it was a reality. That summer 120 elementary and junior high youngsters from Westport, Weston, Norwalk and Bridgeport participated in the Intercommunity Camp. Led by over 100 Staples students and many teachers, they enjoyed swimming, gymnastics, dance, sports, field trips, overnight camping, creative writing, filmmaking, photography, art and reading.

It wasn’t easy — some in Westport opposed bringing underprivileged children to their town — but for over a decade the Intercommunity Camp flourished.

Eventually, enthusiasm for and interest in the camp waned. Fewer Staples students and staff members wanted to devote their summer to such a project.  The number of Westporters willing to donate their pools dwindled. Today the Intercommunity Camp is a long-forgotten memory.

Sort of like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King. Even on his birthday.

MLK speech

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Martin Luther King Day bonus feature: In the late 1950s, Westporter Tracy Sugarman took his son Dickie, and Dickie’s friend Miggs Burroughs, to a picnic in Stamford.

Rev. Martin Luther King was there, at the invitation of the host: Jackie Robinson.

Sugarman — a noted illustrator – was also a civil rights activist.

Miggs — a junior high student — took the Minox “spy” camera he’d bought earlier that summer.

He still has those photos. Here are the 2 pioneering Black Americans: Martin Luther King and Jackie Robinson.

(Photos/Miggs Burroughs)

Do You Remember These?

The retail history of Westport is littered with ghosts.

From banks to restaurants, record stores to grocery stores, once-thriving businesses are today only memories.

That’s the way the world works, of course. Westport is no different.

For every Gold’s and Mitchells — businesses nearing their 70th anniversaries — there are scores more that lasted 7 years.

Or 7 months.

Several years ago, Erin Regan made a list of places in Westport that no longer exist.

Some were well-remembered. Others were vague. A few were obscure.

This list is spectacularly incomplete. There are many blanks.

It is also by no means exhaustive. Thousands more places could be added.

And it does not include spaces that have been demolished or substantially altered (for example, Gene Hallowell’s gas station on Main Street which is now Vineyard Vines, or DeRosa’s restaurant and Riverside Barber, which are now a kayak rental and the recently closed Saugatuck Sweets).

But for a walk down memory lane, on a mid-winter day, it will do. (NOTE: The current tenant is listed in parentheses.)

Arnie Place — now Ulta — remains a Westport legend, 40 years later.

Arcudi’s, Chef’s Table (Aux Delices)
Arnie’s Place, Anthropologie (Ulta)
Arrow #1, Chinese Takeout (Lomito)
Arrow #2, Jasmine, Blu Parrot, Mystic Market (empty)
Barker’s, King’s, Ames (Super Stop & Shop)
Barnes & Noble #1 Pier 1 (BevMax)
Baskin-Robbins (AT&T Store)
Beefsteak Charlie’s, Mongolian BBQ (Shake Shack)
Cedar Brook (Patio.com)

The Cedar Brook Cafe — at one time the oldest continually operating gay bar in the country — was a few yards away from both a strip club and the state police barracks.

Chef’s Table, Wild Pear, Java (Mrs. London’s)
Charpentier’s Butcher Shop, Tacos or What? (Border Grille)
Colgan’s, Thompson’s Pharmacy, Ships, Eddie Bauer (Tiffany)
Connecticut State Police barracks (Walgreens)
Dairy Queen, Swanky Frank’s, Woody’s (Little Barn)
Franklin Simon, Carousel, Sam Goody’s #2 ([solidcore])
Hay Day (Maserati of Westport)
Fine Arts I & II Theaters, Restoration Hardware (Barnes & Noble)
Fine Arts III, Matsu Sushi (Basso)

The Fine Arts Theater was a longtime Post Road mainstay.

Fuddrucker’s, Leong’s Palace (Westport National Bank)
Genovese Pharmacy (Marshall’s Shoe Store)
Grand Union, Shaw’s (Fresh Market)
Häagen-Dasz (Finalmente)
Herman’s (Trader Joe’s)
IHOP, Westport Pancake House, Thaeroa Nail Spa (now empty)
Klein’s, Banana Republic (Oka)
Krazy Vin’s, Starbucks (Earth Animal)
Manero’s, John Harvard, Conte’s (Rizzuto’s)
Players Tavern, The Dressing Room, Positano (Gabriele’s Steakhouse)

The Dressing Room, next to the Westport Country Playhouse, was owned by 2 celebrities: Michel Nischan, and the even better known Paul Newman.

Post Cinema, Zany Brainy, Pompanoosuc Mills (Bassett Furniture)
Remarkable Book Shop, Talbots, Local to Market (next: Eleish Van Breems Home)
Rocco’s (Tengda)
Sam Goody’s #1, Alphagraphics, Pierre Deux, Qdoba (Salsa Fresca)
Vigilant Fire House, DeRosa’s Brick Oven Pizza, Neat (Oko)
Schaefer’s Sporting Goods (Dovecote, now closed)
Waldbaum’s, Barnes & Noble (the probably-never-opening Amazon Fresh)
Westport Bank & Trust (the recently departed Patagonia)
Westport Public Library (Domain, HSBC, Guess, Pop’TART, Freshii (Starbucks and Bond Vet)
Ye Olde Bridge Grille (Mar Silver).

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A few decades later, Susan Malloy created this “Main Street 1960” map for the Westport Historical Society.