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Big Open House Today Near Elvira’s

Fred Cantor captured this intriguing scene, as the house and small cottage on Hillspoint Road, across from Elvira's was torn down today.

Fred Cantor captured this intriguing scene, as the house and small cottage on Hillspoint Road across from Elvira’s was torn down today.

Who Was Schlaet, And What’s His Point?

From time to time — most recently in a story about rock formations on local shorelines — I’ve mentioned “Schlaet’s Point.” That’s the strip of land between the end of Soundview Drive (north end of Compo Beach), and the only house on the water side of Hillspoint between Compo and Old Mill Beach (big stone wall; yardarm with the US, Connecticut and  Texas [!] state flags).

But I’ve never asked myself: Who was Schlaet? And no one ever asked me, either.

Peter Barlow knows.

The 1947 Staples grad — and lifelong Westporter, until decamping to Pawcatuck in 2005 — emailed info about the long-forgotten man.

And his land.

Peter recalls a stone gazebo located at the end of a long concrete pier, extending from a Japanese-style boathouse.

The original Schlaet's Point boathouse.

The original Schlaet’s Point boathouse.

The gazebo was knocked off its base by the hurricane of 1938, and remained tilted for 30 years or more.

One day in his teens, during low tide, Peter waded from Compo Beach. Using a $3 camera, he took what he calls “possibly the only close-up photos of this ‘landmark’ that exists.”

The gazebo off Schlaet's Point, in the 1940s. (Photo copyright/Peter Barlow)

The gazebo off Schlaet’s Point, in the 1940s. (Photo copyright/Peter Barlow)

Peter says the boathouse and pier were part of an estate on the other side of Hillspoint Road. It was enormous, including  most of the land from Compo Hill Road at Elvira’s to Minute Man Hill off South Compo.

A view of Long Island Sound, from the Schlaet estate.

A view of Long Island Sound from the Schlaet estate. (Library of Congress archives)

A mansion — with red-orange tiled roof — and elaborate gardens perched high on the hill. A smaller structure, with a similar roof, is still visible from Hillspoint. It was a guest house, or servants’ quarters.

In 1917, the entire property was assessed at just under $148,000. The owner was Arnold Schlaet (rhymes with “slate”), an investor and co-founder of Texaco in 1902.

...and another.

A view of the estate grounds. (Library of Congress archives)

Woody Klein’s history book about Westport notes that in 1918 Schlaet donated his 65-foot yacht to the US government, for the war effort. But, Peter says, there is no other information about him. Wikipedia — which includes entries on anyone who has ever lived — has just about zilch.

Arnold Schlaet (Courtesy Texaco)

Arnold Schlaet

Perhaps, Peter says, an “06880” reader knows more about Arnold Schlaet. If so, click “Comments” below.

Perhaps, Peter adds, “if he had paid for a school or library, or something, his name would be remembered for more than just a point at the north end of Compo Beach.”

 

Hillspoint Hassles

In recent weeks, “06880” has highlighted the sorry conditions of our bike lanes, and the railroad station parking lot.

Today, sidewalks get their turn.

Alert reader Kaye Leong walks frequently along Hillspoint Road, to Old Mill. She sees “overgrown shrubs, uneven and cracked roads, and speeding cars despite speed limit of 25.”

She asks: “Can’t the town do something? Is there an ordinance for overgrown shrubs that prevent use of the sidewalk?”

Hillspoint Road - Kay Leong

(Photo/Kaye Leong)

 

Pretty In Pink

It’s one thing to match your skirt with your shoes.

But this homeowner on Hillspoint Road — diagonally across from Elvira’s — has taken color coordination to a stratospheric new level.

Hillspoint  Road house

Today Is National Bike To Work Day. Be Careful Out There!

The long winter of our discontent has given way to the glorious spring of our bike-riding.

But though the cold and snow are gone, remnants remain. They did a number on a number of Westport roads, and the public works folks have not yet been able to repair all the damage.

Alert — and not very pleased — cyclist Larry Berman took these photos on recent rides:

Green's Farms Road, between Hillspoint and Clapboard Hill.

Green’s Farms Road, between Hillspoint and Prospect.

Clapboard Hill Road

Clapboard Hill Road.

Hyde Lane, near Long Lots Elementary School.

Hyde Lane, near Long Lots Elementary School.

Wilton Road near Exit 41 -- a closeup.

Wilton Road near Exit 41 — a closeup.

Larry says:

Hitting these potholes in a car is bone-rattling. Imagine hitting them on a 23mm bicycle tire. I hope drivers will please take extra caution around cyclists. Many times we are forced into the middle of the road to avoid dangerous shoulders.

There’s a lot to be said for Westport’s narrow, winding roads. And not all of it is “!@#$%^&*.”

We’re all in this together. Let’s slow down. Look out for each other. And take time to smell the forsythia.

 

Whats In A Name?

You would think that a certain amount of care and checking goes into the manufacture of street signs throughout Westport.

But you would be wrong.

Setting aside the lack of standardization — there must be half a dozen styles of signs on public roads, plus the hundreds of private ones — there are also instances in which even the people who live somewhere must be confused.

Consider Sipperley’s Hill/Sipperleys Hill Road. (Which, I am sure, most Westporters think of as “Slippery Hill.”)

Sipperleys collage

Or Hillspoint/Hills Point. (Which, I think, was actually named for a family called Hill, not the geographic feature heading toward the beach. That means neither rendering is correct; instead it should be Hill’s Point, right?)

Hillspoint collage

Now look closely at the sign above, on the right. It says Greens Farms Road. There’s an ongoing debate which is correct: that, or Green’s Farms.

Whichever side is right, I know the one below is dead wrong:

Green Farms Road

Right?

(Hat tip to Bruce Nemirow — who actually lives in Norwalk.)

Stonehenge By The Sound

Okay. I’m not crazy.

A couple of months ago, I took my 1st walk of the season from the beach to Elvira’s. On Hillspoint Road — from Schlaet’s Point almost to the big house with the US, Connecticut and Texas flags — I noticed a dozen or so oddly shaped rock slabs. They stuck up, vertically, from all the others.

I wondered if they were new. Nah, I said to myself. Can’t be. They look like they’ve been there forever. I can’t believe I never saw them before.

Besides, I continued (to myself), if someone just put them there, someone else would have mentioned it.

I hadn’t heard anything, from anyone.

And I never did

Until this week.

Alert “06880” reader Tom Feeley emailed:

Who made the decision to install the “Stonehenge pillars” along Hillspoint? Were there too many cars catapulting over the edge into the Sound?

Aha! I was right!

Someone did sneak them in.

The questions are:

  • Who did it?
  • Why did they do it?
  • Why hasn’t anyone said anything yet?

If you’ve got a clue (or even if you don’t), click “Comments.”

2 Views On The Water

I still can’t believe I didn’t see the (very discreet) “Private Property” sign when I took this photo of “Westport’s Newest Park” for Sunday’s blog:

But as many commenters noted – and Betsy Phillips’ photo below shows — it is indeed the property of the Bluewater Hill Association.

I still cling to the belief that the sign was not there — perhaps it was attending Easter services?

It’s nice to know too that the homeowners across the street personally fixed the crumbling seawall after Hurricane Irene, and replanted all those beautiful flowers. All for the enjoyment of everyone who walks, jogs, races, bicycles, skateboards, motorcycles or drives by.

Meanwhile, just a few yards north on Hillspoint, there’s this:

Several beach lovers — some living nearby, others not — are upset at the new, high, view-obstructing hedge erected by homeowners whose deeds include the private beachfront on the opposite side of the road.

No one denies anyone the right to do with their property as they wish. We’re just sayin’…

Westport’s Newest Wonder

Beach-goers enjoying an Easter walk today — or a post-Passover stroll, or atheistic ramble — were treated to a new sight:

Hillspoint Road near Schlaet’s Point is the site of Westport’s newest park. Well, not officially — but someone spiffed things up nicely. There are daffodils, plenty of plantings, and a new swim-at-your-own-risk mini-beach.

Thanks — whoever you are — for this great gift to the town.

Weathering Irene

When you live near the beach — as Hillspoint Road resident Cornelia Olsen has done for 32 years, not far from Old Mill — you’re used to people walking by.  They point, and make comments about your house and grounds.

“You screen them out,” she says.  “Otherwise, you feel like an animal in a zoo.”

Recently, though, Cornelia had 2 interesting experiences with her push lawnmower.  Passersby — including a guy and his girlfriend, and another woman — started chatting.  They asked questions about the mower.  Cornelia offered to let them try it.  They did, and helped cut her grass.

Days later, Cornelia and her husband evacuated during Hurricane Irene.  When they returned, the seawall was gone.  Debris was everywhere.  Their Lark sailboat was filled with water and sand.

Though the police blocked access to the beach, a constant stream of walkers and cyclists gaped at the damage.

The post-storm scene on Bradley Street, not far from the Olsens' Hillspoint Road home. (Photo/Chris Rueli, Westport Patch)

Cornelia asked a bunch of men in their 40s to help move the boat.  They couldn’t budge it.

The Olsens did their best to dig it out.  A younger group — including a couple of women — wandered by.  One carried a box.

Intrigued, Cornelia asked what was in it.  Turns out it was from a wedding scheduled for the day before — on the Jersey shore.  Of course, it had been canceled.

Cornelia asked who the groom was.  Together, they commiserated about the storm.  Then the group heaved and hoed.  The boat was freed.

Soon, the woman who a few days earlier had helped mow Cornelia’s lawn walked by, with 2 dogs and her boyfriend.  The women hugged.

“What happened to our grass?” the woman asked.

Later, a boy with a ladder strolled past.  It was the Olsens’.  Cornelia’s husband asked for it back.

“Okay,” the young man said.  “But I found it on Compo Beach.”

The storm “rearranged” a lot of things, Cornelia notes.

But it also made for great random encounters.  And for a few intriguing, folkloric stories that will be told over and over again, for years and years to come.