“A Good High School Will Raise The Price Of Onions”

Last Friday’s post on the portrait of Horace Staples spurred one reader to ask who the founder of Westport’s high school was, anyway. Here — direct from my book Staples High School: 120 Years of A+ Education — is the answer.

In 1866, Horace Staples was perhaps the wealthiest man in Westport. A direct descendant of Thomas Staples, one of 5 settlers who founded Fairfield — and of Mary Staples, accused but acquitted of witchcraft during the fever of 1692 — he had worked since he was 8 years old.

At age 27 he started a lumber and hardware business in Saugatuck. It soon grew into a general store carrying grain, groceries, household furnishings and medicines. He bought sailing vessels, a silk factory, and an axe factory. He owned a thriving pier off the west bank of the Saugatuck River. In 1852 he helped establish a bank. In addition to everything else, he ran a farm.

Now Horace Staples was 65. Every morning he watched Westport boys and girls board the Post Road trolley. Some headed west to Norwalk; others east to Bridgeport – the 2 nearest towns with high schools. It was time, he thought, for Westport to “get up” a high school of its own.

Horace Staples

He offered to give the town a lot for a building. But no one did anything. He offered again; again the town refused to act. Year after year, young Westporters left town for education. Others, at age 14, began to work.

In 1880 Horace Staples’ only daughter died. His sole remaining heir was a grandson. He decided that the fortune he intended to leave his daughter should benefit all young people in town. Nearly 80 years old – and so hard of hearing he carried a yard-long ear trumpet – Horace Staples embarked on a final project that, more than a century later, would dwarf every other endeavor of his long, successful life.

In 1882 he redrew his will, directing some of his money toward a new high school. The following year he planned a red-brick building just up the street from his West (now Riverside) Avenue colonial home.

Though over 80 years old he was in good health, and came from a long line of long-living people. “I might as well see my name up in bricks while I am still around,” he said.

Though the Staples High School seal says “1885,” the school opened in 1884.

“A suitable building for a school house” would be erected on vacant land he donated. His builders assured him the school would be finished by July.

On April 22, 1884, whistles and sirens blew; church bells rang. Businesses closed. A procession formed in front of National Hall, turned left onto West Avenue, and made the short walk to the site of the ceremony. The crowd was estimated at 2,500.

Governor Thomas Waller arrived. Pastors offered prayers and addresses. A choir sang a hymn composed for the occasion. The cornerstone was laid.

Governor Waller finally stepped forward. The Westporter did not print his address. It did note, however, that “A good high school will increase the value of property, and raise the price of onions.”

Before it was Fairfield Furniture (and later the Inn at National Hall), the “National Hall” building housed the very first Staples High School. Classes were held on the top floor.

Despite his builders’ assurances, the building was not ready when the first term began in September. For a few weeks classes were conducted on the 3rd floor of National Hall (Horace Staples’ First National Bank of Westport occupied the first floor). Sixty students enrolled, from Westport, Norwalk, Southport and Weston.

The red-brick and stone building on West (Riverside) Avenue opened officially on October 31, 1884. The 1st floor contained 2 classrooms, a cloakroom, a laboratory and a 250-volume library.

The 2nd floor contained 2 more classrooms, another cloakroom, and a 350-seat “Assembly Hall” that doubled as a gymnasium. The entire school assembled there once a day, for devotional exercises.

During the first year of operation, there was no running water. The next year water pipes were fitted in the building, and wash bowls placed in the cloakrooms.

The original Staples High School. The building sat on what is now the site of the Saugatuck Elementary School auditorium.

Classes were held from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. The curriculum included the usual courses of the day — advanced arithmetic, algebra, English grammar, physical geography, botany, geometry, trigonometry, English history, physics, chemistry, French, German, ancient history and the United States Constitution – plus 4 courses not generally offered in high school: Greek, Latin, physiology and genealogy.

The latter was a particular favorite of Horace Staples. It is “not enough to know where you’re going,” he said. You “also have to know where you’re coming from.”

The inclusion of those 4 courses is noteworthy. From its inception, and all the way through to today, Staples has done things other schools do not do.

But in other ways, the Staples of 1884 was very different from the modern Staples High. The first graduating class to enter the halls of Westport’s new school consisted of just 6 students.

And all were girls.

(My book on the history of Staples High School is available at the Westport Historical Society. Click here to order.)

Phil Ochs, LBJ, And A Westport Steakhouse

Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the Twin Towers were struck. Those of a certain age recall exactly how they learned President Kennedy was killed.

A thousand or so Westporters will never forget hearing the news that Lyndon Johnson refused to run for a 2nd term. Phil Ochs told them. The witty, sardonic protest singer was performing in the Staples High School auditorium. Gleefully, he passed the news along. The audience roared its approval.

Phil Ochs

Last month marked the 36th anniversary of Phil Ochs’ suicide. Just 35, he’d grappled with demons so strong they overpowered his prodigious talents, and intense desire to expose hypocrisy and inanity wherever he found it.

That Phil Ochs concert was a marvelous moment. A songwriter who believed LBJ’s Vietnam policy was destroying an America he — Phil — loved informed a crowd of like-minded people that they had won. No one who was there has forgotten that moment.

Long forgotten is another Phil Ochs appearance here more than 3 years earlier.

Emily Roderick Oprea remembers it, though. Her younger sister Judy Roderick — a blues singer — recorded for Vanguard. Time Magazine called her “earthy and hard rocking.”

Judy Roderick

Judy sang at folk festivals, night clubs and coffee houses, from Newport and New York to San Francisco.

But she lived with her parents in Weston. Sometimes she played local gigs.

One was at the Bonanza Sirloin Pit. Founded by Dan Blocker — Hoss on the TV show “Bonanza,” who I actually saw make a (very large) personal appearance here — the Westport steakhouse was, according to Wikipedia, the original in a chain that grew to 600 restaurants by 1989.

Judy played there a few times. So, on February 26 and 27, 1965, did singer/songwriter Ed McCurdy (“Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream”).

And Phil Ochs.

The poster -- including Phil Ochs -- promises "Folk Music at Bonanza, every weekend from 9 p.m. until..."

There was no follow-up story in the Westport News. It’s not listed on a website that chronicles all of Phil’s concerts, from January 1, 1962 through October 23, 1975.

According to the website, the next day — February 28, 1965 — Phil was in Baltimore. There was a benefit for Kentucky coal miners; he wouldn’t miss something like that.

But that Friday and Saturday, he was at a steakhouse in Westport. The Westport News called him a “singing journalist,” and said he’d “comment on the political and social climate of the sixties.”

He did that for as long as he lived. In death, he’s faded from memory — though a recent documentary, “There but for Fortune,” brings his wonderful music back to life.

And on at least 2 occasions he did it in this small suburban town that, back then, was a haven for the topical music Phil Ochs personified.

Playing In The Sand

“Make hay while the sun shines,” farmers say.

In Westport, we translate that as: “Go play at the beach when it’s nice out.”

Castles in the Sand — a fundraiser for Homes With Hope — drew a great crowd today. Teams, ranging from 2 or 3 people to a dozen — representing civic organizations, businesses or just friends — paid money for a pile of sand. Two hours later, they’d created clever (and very temporary) sculptures.

A group of Staples students celebrated National Train Day by building this locomotive below — hauling cargo behind it. Eric Essagof took this photo, tweeted it, and got a quick shout-out from National Train Day organizers.

Wakeman Town Farm built a hand holding a seed. There were animals, surfers and the Taj Mahal. The Saugatuck Congregational Church built, well, the Saugatuck Congregational Church.

And — this being the beach — “Jaws.”

Beth Carter sent these 2 photos:

Nearby, the 2nd annual Westport Youth Commission-sponsored volleyball tournament was underway.  The group has worked hard all year to bring police and teenagers together. This event was one result.

The cops wore orange t-shirts. The teenagers and 20-somethings wore everything else.

Checking Out The New Terrain

It’s not your father’s Cadillac dealership.

Or the one that hunkered down on the Post Road for over 40 years.

Curran Cadillac‘s long awaited and  finally frenzied makeover into Terrain culminated in a preview party Thursday night.

Yesterday, the public surged in.

There’s lots to see in the new Terrain.

I couldn’t make the party. But a friend who was there called it “Brooklyn/boho chic.” She described the indoor/outdoor organic restaurant’s menu as “understandable.”

Another alert “06880” reader sent this report:

The store smells like a cross between a garden center, Parfumerie Douglas and an aromatherapy apothecary. It’s sensory overload.

There’s a spa/skin/bath/beauty area in the back left. Housewares, linens, tablecloths, napkins and other decorating knickknacks are sprinkled throughout.

The garden center is pretty cool, with very stylish outdoor furniture and things you would see Mar Jennings (who was there) using on a photo shoot.

The coffee bar/restaurant is very pleasant, and priced equal to Starbucks.

The restaurant looks sleek but inviting.

I stopped by yesterday. My first impression was that the parking lot was striped for Mini Coopers, while people buying things like furniture and planters drive large vehicles and trucks.

But if the parking spots are small, Terrain’s interior is enormous. It’s like what  airplane terminals would look like, if they were designed by people with a gift for aesthetics and an interest in comfort.

Because I am gardening-impaired — why do you think I live in a condo? — and have all the tableware and bath accessories I need, I did not walk out with truckfuls of stuff. That made me a minority of one.

There sure is a lot of “stuff” in the new Terrain.

Everyone else piled their vehicles full of new, boho, organic-smelling goods, then maneuvered out of their teeny-tiny parking spaces and back onto the Post Road, Crescent Road and, for all I know, the fire station parking lot.

Terrain is handsome. It’s green (in color and sensibility). It’s provided instant life to a stretch of the Post Road that for years seemed pretty grotty.

It may also prove the death knell to a couple of popular places that many Westporters love: A&J’s Farm Market and Izzo’s Country Gardens.

Terrain is owned by Urban Outfitters, which recently opened a Westport store on the Post Road (with an entrance on Church Lane). The company also owns Anthropologie, giving it 3 Westport locations on US 1.

They clearly believe in this town. And — judging by the bucks they’ve poured into both Terrain and Urban Outfitters — they clearly the believe consumers are buying again. At least, buying the certain style of clothes, furnishings, garden equipment, jewelry, beauty products and everything else they’re selling.

It’s hard to believe many other new businesses would create this type of buzz.

Certainly not a Cadillac dealer.

The parking lot will not remain empty for long.

Be Strong Justin!

A major goal of the Westport school system is for students to use technology to solve problems.

At the same time, the schools want students to be compassionate, and care for others.

If the past 24 hours are any indication, hundreds of students are doing all that — and more.

When Staples freshman Justin Slosberg was diagnosed with early-stage leukemia, friends, acquaintances — and others who just knew of him — swung into action.

A Facebook group called “Be Strong Justin!” quickly grew to over 1,300 members. Many posted messages of encouragement. Some added funny notes.

Justin responded:

I’ve never felt more loved in my entire life. I am absolutely speechless. There are indisputably NO words for how beautiful the fact that Facebook can bring everyone together is.

More words poured in. Justin soon added:

At this rate, I feel invincible. This support is unreal. I’m going to laugh in this cancer’s face until it leaves my body, and I’ll laugh some more when it’s finally out. Know that, and stand behind that motto. Stay happy.  Better yet, be happy with me. There shall be no sadness here in this group.

Meanwhile, a group of friends posted a 15-foot-long sheet of white paper near the Staples cafeteria, and several smaller ones. Within an hour it was filled with notes. Some were funny; some poignant. All were important.

On Monday, students at Staples, and Bedford and Coleytown Middle Schools, will wear purple to show support, and to keep Justin in everyone’s thoughts.

One of Justin Slosberg’s banners at Staples.

Saving Mr. Staples

For a 208-year-old guy, Horace Staples looks pretty good.

Some say he’s never looked better.

For years his portrait — painted in 1934 by Samuel Brown, as a WPA project — hung in a deserted corner of the school he founded.

When the new building — a gazillion square feet larger than the one he donated in 1884 — opened a few years ago, Horace Staples was placed in a prominent spot. He smiled enigmatically — a philanthropic version of the Mona Lisa — right outside the main office.

Earlier this year, principal John Dodig — who loves the school as much as Horace did — noticed the founder was flaking. In fact, his paint had begun deteriorating in his “youth.” Previous conservation treatments failed.

Horace Staples, before undergoing treatment…

Dodig notified Carole Erger Fass, co-chair of the Westport Schools Permanent Art Collection. She and co-chair Kathie Bennewitz called Peggy Van Witt, an art conservator in Kansas City.

Peggy, a former Westporter, had recently conserved the damaged portrait of another, equally famous school namesake: Edward T. Bedford. She was happy to help. Off Horace Staples went, to the Midwest.

Peggy unpacked him, and was not pleased.

“I just removed Mr. Staples from the box, and examined him closely,” she wrote to the WSPAC. “He is severely delaminating.”

Doesn’t it suck to delaminate?

“In a previous restoration the tacking edges were trimmed,” she explained. “He was glued to a panel which was then nailed to a stretcher bar. This makes it more complicated.”

Peggy had 2 choices: “inject him with an adhesive from the front, or remove him from the panel and put him on the vacuum table.” She ran a battery of tests, then treated him.

…and Horace Staples today.

Soon — all spiffed up — Mr. Staples was back in Westport. Once again, he hangs proudly outside the main office.

And — just like Horace Staples 128 years ago — Peggy Van Witt is a very generous soul.

She waived her $1,247 conservation treatment fee.

All of Westport — and the no longer delaminating or flaking Horace Staples — thank her.

Oooh, They’re So Cute!

Yeah, yeah, they are.

But enjoy ’em now.

Next week these baby Canada geese will be fully grown.

Eating all our grass.

And pooping everywhere.

Where’s The Fire?!

No matter how many references to the past I toss out on “06880,” alert readers always offer more. They dredge up memories buried deeper than the old town dump upon which the Westport Library now sits.

The other day, for example, I mentioned the former Vigilant Firehouse. It’s that slender structure on Wilton Road, in the parking lot behind the Inn at National Hall.

The Vigilant Firehouse, circa 1977. (Photo/Norwalk Hour, Bramac Studios)

The story was about 2 new restaurants moving to the area, but Doug Bond pounced on the building. Though he now lives in San Francisco, the story brought him back to his 1970s childhood on Edge Hill Road.

That’s the street that runs between Wilton Road and North Kings Highway. (It’s a fantastic little shortcut, though folks who live there always fume when I mention it publicly. So I won’t.)

A firehouse siren, Doug reminded me, blared every day at 5 p.m. It also sounded for every big fire, summoning volunteers to help fight the blaze.

How did they know where to go? A series of short and long blasts indicated exactly where in town it was. The number of times the signal was repeated indicated the seriousness of each fire.

The code, Doug says, was also published in the phone book. (I never knew that.) (If you don’t know what a “phone book” is, ask your parents.)

He remembers the terror he felt when 4 consecutive blasts — the signal for his part of town — rang out.

That code was also used by other firehouses in town. One night, home from college, I was awakened by a series of blasts. Things were ominous. I forget how I knew out the code, but I got up and drove a short distance from High Point to the Post Road.

Sure enough, the bowling alley — now Pier 1, near V Restaurant — was ablaze. You haven’t seen a real fire until you’ve seen bowling pins — sparked by the lacquered lanes — fly out through what used to be a roof.

I guess if you grew up in Westport, listening to fire sirens was a ritual we all shared.

Today, Doug notes, we find out where the fire is by checking our tweets.

Westport Country Playhouse Has A Cow

If you’ve seen “Into the Woods” — the current Westport Country Playhouse production — you know that Milky White is an udderly adorable cast member.

Okay, she’s a wooden cow. But she’s no different from any living, breathing actor or actress. On days off from performances, she wants to get out of the old Playhouse barn and moooove around Westport.

Playhouse associate director of marketing Beth Huisking snagged these photos of Milky White, out and about the town.

First, she spotted this truck. She’s asking, “Got milk?”

Then she wandered over to SunnyDaes. Looks like they’re just chewing the cud.

Finally — like anyone from out of town — she just had to see Stew Leonard’s. Milky White was very impressed with her first-ever chocolate milk.

“Into the  Woods” runs through May 26. Milky White still has time to visit Shake Shack.

Sportsmen (And Women) Of Westport

The Sportsmen of Westport annual dinner is always an interesting affair.

The event — now in its 51st year — honors an eclectic group of former athletes. Many competed as youngsters in Westport; some arrived here after their playing days were over, but got involved in town sports.

All have intriguing stories to tell.

Three wrestlers will be honored at this year’s dinner (Tuesday, May 22, 6 p.m., Continental Manor in Norwalk). Nick Garoffolo, Mike Breen and Andy Lobsenz were all stars during Staples’ grappling heyday; all continue to give back to their sport, long after their days on the mat are over.

Ex-Staples baseball and football standout Jeb Backus — later a softball star, now a youth coach — will be feted. So will Danbury High basketball, field hockey and track ace Janet Zamary, who went on to become Staples’ first athletic trainer, and now as a phys. ed. teacher heads up the school’s highly regarded Unified Sports program for students with disabilities. And longtime Little League volunteer Joe Nixon too.

Three other honorees have gone on to non-athletic careers.  But they may not be where they are today without the lessons they learned as kids, on the fields.

George Barrett

George Barrett was a superb soccer, basketball and baseball player at Staples. A back injury ended his soccer career at Brown University. He coached and taught at the Horace Mann School in New York, and got an MBA at NYU. Today he’s chairman and CEO of Cardinal Health, ranked #19 on the Fortune 500, and a major healthcare company. He serves on numerous civic and charitable boards, and has an honorary doctorate from LIU.

Suzanne Allen Redpath

Suzy Allen played field hockey and ran track for legendary Staples coach Jinny Parker. After Hollins College she joined CBS News, where she’s had an astonishing 40-year career. She was Walter Cronkite’s researcher during Watergate; covered earth-shaking events like the rise of Solidarity in Poland and the Falklands War, and then — as CBS Evening News senior producer for foreign coverage — directed and oversaw stories like the fall of communism, the emergence of democracy in China, and 9/11. Suzy — now Suzanne Allen Redpath — has won Emmy and DuPont Awards, and received an honorary doctorate from Hollins.

Rich Franzis

Rich Franzis is known to many Westporters as an assistant principal at Staples. Many do not know that he played football at Shelton High. A longtime U.S. Army reservist with the rank of colonel, he was deployed to Iraq where he oversaw the intelligence operations of 5 brigades. He was awarded a Bronze Star for his service.

George, Suzy, Rich and the other very worthy honorees may or may not discuss the role athletics has played in their lives, when they make their speeches May 22.

But — if they’re anything like the five decades of Sportsmen honorees before them — they’ll definitely tell tales of games, coaches, teammates and opponents in the social hour before the dinner, all during the meal, and long into the night.

They’ve accomplished plenty professionally, in the years since the last whistles blew.

But at this month’s banquet — and, really, their entire lives — they’re sportsmen. The capital letter — Sportsmen — is just one more feather in their caps.

(Tickets, at $50 each, are available at Settlers & Traders Real Estate, 215 Post Road West; Junior’s Hot Dog Stand, 265 Riverside Avenue, or by emailing karen_defelice@westport.k12.ct.us. For more information call 203-341-1365, or click here. )