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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

⁦Blessing of The Animals at Trinity Church Sunday October 7th

Blessing of The Animals Sunday Oct. 7th at 5pm at Trinity Episcopal Church
651 Pequot Ave, Southport, CT 06890


TEAM "THE WHEEL DEAL" 1st Annual Car Wash Sept.23rd at William Raveis - Southport

Bigelow Tea Community Challenge Sept. 30th


Howard Burr's SAFARI in July 1960

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Howard Burr's SAFARI in the cradle at Ye Yacht Yard.
Dated July 1960.
Photographer unknown.
Photograph property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis

Welcome The Season at Fairfield Women's Exchange Sept. 22nd in Southport

Fairfield Women's Exchange
332 Pequot Avenue
Southport Village
We have amazing things in store for you on
Saturday, September 22 from 10am to 4pm.

It is time to Welcome the Season with luxurious velvet--in an array of rich fall tones.
Perfect for dressing up jeans, an evening on the town, or your holiday gathering.

Come see our Fun and fabulous toppers, capes & scarves in cashmere, alpaca, and silk blends in all kinds of colors, patterns & textures.

The day will also feature wonderful refreshments for you to enjoy. 
Come by the Exchange for a great day!
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Rare postcard Southport Harbor waterfront 1913

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Waterfront, foot of Main and going west
Southport, Connecticut
Description: B/w post card. Printed on front: "Water Front, Southport, Conn." Buildings visible right to left: Simon Banks brick building; Jelliff brick building (Jr. PYC & PYC); Chas Jennings store & warehouse; drugstore or L. F. Sherwood store (drugstore may be hidden in view). On north side of Harbor Road is Austin Perry house, corner of Center Street.
Creator: V. Louise Higgins
Publisher: Pequot Library Association
Date: 1913?
Format: Photograph

Captain J.W.Sherwood's Yacht MYSTERY in 1870

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From Arthur Jennings Collection

Flashback: Sasco Beach sunset Sept. 17, 2012

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Sasco Beach sunset on Monday September 17, 2012.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Call for Entries Deadline – WET PAINT: Art Fresh from the Studio at Pequot Library


NEAR & FAR Golf Classic September 24th



The Country Club of Fairfield
September 24, 2018 | 10:00 AM - 7:30 PM
10:00am Golfer Check-In Opens
11:00am – 12:15pm BBQ Lunch
12:30pm Shotgun Start
5:30pm – 7:30pm Cocktail Reception & Awards Ceremony

For more information about the Golf Classic contact us at

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Norwalk Boat Show Sept. 20-23rd - Norwalk Cove Marina

September 20–23, 2018

Norwalk Cove Marina

48 Calf Pasture Beach Rd

Norwalk CT 06855-2709Thursday 10:00 AM - 7:00 PM
Friday 10:00 AM - 7:00 PM
Saturday 10:00 AM - 7:00 PM
Sunday 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM


Latest video from Tom Tom Club - As Above So Below

An "R" boat racer in Southport in 1920s

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"The popular "R" boat racer, found in Long Island Sound in the 1920s, tacking in Southport".
-Arthur Jennings
Many thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing this image from the past.

Bulkley's Market Southport CT circa 1870

Special thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing this very old advertisement
from the Southport Chronicle circa 1870.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Crispin Cioe and Friends at Horseshoe Cafe on Sept.17th

They're back!! Dazzlin' the mics this Monday at the Shoe! Crispin Cioe and Friends put on a 60 minute show at 8pm. You won't wanna miss it! Monday 9/17/18 ⁦


Wakeman Boys & Girls Club - Over The Edge September 16th

Over the Edge - Sunday, September 16, 2018

Join in the adventure by becoming one of 75 individuals who raise a minimum $1,000 to rappel 18 stories  down the People's United Bank Corporate Headquarters in Bridgeport. Companies, teams and organizations also welcome.

Rappelling not your thing?  
Register as a Chicken Coop VIP - these participants DO NOT rappel, but can join in the fun and support Wakeman! When VIPs raise a minimum of $500, they get special treatment on Event Day.

Junior League Of Eastern Fairfield County VOLUNTEER-A-THON Oct.12-13th

Junior League Of Eastern Fairfield County Women Building Better Communities VOLUNTEER-A-THON October 12th & 13th

At Southport Harbor several decades ago

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Southport Harbor several decades ago.
Photographer and date unknown. Howard Burr seen here at the stern.
Lower Wharf in background.
Photo property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis.

"The dog standing on the sandbar is "Flair", Barbara's Chesapeake Bay Retriever."-Arthur Jennings 

ROOMS with a VIEW 2018

ROOMS with a VIEW 2018 Info & Tickets

Friday, September 14, 2018

2018 Greenwich Concours d'Elegance Grand Tour

50 cars, including 20 of the Cunningham cars, participated in the 2018 Grand Tour presented by Vintage Rallies. The tour stopped at The Brant Foundation Art Study Center, the Artisan Restaurant at the Southport Delamar, The Pequot Yacht Club to view Briggs Cunningham's schooner, Brilliant, and Briggs Cunningham's former home in Westport to see his old garage.

William Raveis Ride + Walk on September 30th

William Raveis Ride + Walk

Calf Pasture Beach Rd.

Norwalk, CT 06855

September 30, 2018

Southport Harbor Launch 1950's

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Southport Harbor 1950's
"On the left side of the Pequot Yacht Club launch is Edward A. Jennings, his little brother Arthur, and his sister, Ann is seated."  -Special thanks to Chris Jennings of Southport for submitting this photo.

Fairfield FOOD TRUCK Festival September 30th

Sunday, September 30, 2018 at 12pm - 6pm

Jennings Beach, Fairfield, CT


Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Book Release Reception: Susan Hood, Lifeboat 12 on Sept.13th at Pequot Library

At Pequot Library
September 13, 2018
7:00pm - 8:30pm

Celebrate the release of award-winning children’s author and Westport resident Susan Hood’s new book, 
Lifeboat 12, the little-known story of the sinking of the SS City of Benares, a ship whose mission was to transport British children to Canada during the Blitz of World War II.


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Barbara Burr's PAGAN on the rails at YYY

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Barbara Burr's sloop "PAGAN" on the rails at Ye Yacht Yard.
Photographer and date unknown.
Photograph property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis

FLASHBACK: Pine Creek Beach on Sunday afternoon September 11, 2011

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Saturday, September 8, 2018

Southport Neighborhood Update Meeting at Mill Hill School on Sept.12th

Please join us for an update from the Fairfield Police Department on the matters that have been accomplished as a group, and also the improvements that are being planning for the future.

5 BELOW Zero at Horseshoe Cafe on Sept.10th

The music is back this Monday 9/10! John Tavarnesi (Logical Pretzel and Accidental Breakdown) returns again with another great group "5 Below Zero" for some great Rock n' Roll cuts, and some fantastic Jethro Tull jams! Stop down - we start the music at 8pm this Monday. The open jam follows! See you there!


Ye Yacht Yard

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Ye Yacht Yard
Date and photographer unknown
The tower on the house opposite YYY at 1000 Harbor Road was eventually removed.

From Arthur Jennings Collection

Lattice House - Come and Explore - Southport Village

These pears by ceramic artist Zach Dunn are made from porcelain and fired in a Japanese style kiln. The kilns are heated with wood for over 5 days reaching temperatures beyond 2300 degrees. The ash from the wood lands on the surface to create these beautiful colors.
#ceramic#greatgifts #hostessgifts

- C o m e  a n d  E x p l o r e -

411 Pequot Avenue - Southport Village

Friday, September 7, 2018

Early Ye Yacht Yard

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At Ye Yacht Yard.
Date Unknown. On reverse: Processed by: W.A. Gough Fairfield, Conn.
Most likely Howard Burr to the far left.
Photograph property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

41st Annual Norwalk Oyster Festival Sept. 7th-9th

41st Annual Norwalk Oyster Festival 

September 7,8 & 9, 2018


The Meeker Docks circa 1880's

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The Meeker Docks circa 1880's
The old Meeker Docks on Harbor Road. The Wakeman Meeker warehouses and docks were located on Harbor Road at the foot of Westway Road.
"This was a photo that had been in storage in a cardboard box for a long time. You can see where moisture has caused spotting. The first two buildings were torn down. I'm not sure when. The third section with the stone foundation is still part of the old onion house that we see today. The Meeker wharf area was a popular place for the public to gather on festive occasions. It was used as a "public" space. This old photo really shows the importance of the Meeker Wharf to the community back then". -Arthur Jennings
From: Arthur Jennings collection.

1950's Spic and Span advertisement

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1950's Spic and Span advertisement.
An old Spic and Span Market ad from The New Southport Chronicle,
from November 1951.
Special thanks to Arthur Jennings.

LOGICAL PRETZEL - at Norwalk Oyster Fest Sunday September 9th

LOGICAL PRETZEL at the 2018 Norwalk Oysterfest!
September 9, 7-8pm on the Beer Tent stage.

Monday, September 3, 2018

Paradise [Lost] Exhibition Opening September 6th at Pequot Library

Opening Reception for Paradise [Lost]
At Pequot Library
September 6, 2018 at 6:30 pm - 8:30 pm

Enjoy an opening reception for Paradise [Lost] by Árpád Krizsán, featuring a gallery tour at 7:00 p.m. led by the artist. Explore this collection of photographs, exploring the Krizsán’s unique mission to “look at the other side or what others wouldn’t see, finding beauty in it all.”


Exhibition on view: September 6, 2018 – October 7, 2018


Hurricane Carol August 1954 at YYY

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Hurricane Carol, August 1954 at Ye Yacht Yard, Southport, CT.
Photographer unknown.
Photo property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection.
With special thanks to Joe Rainis.

Hurricane Carol Facts:

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Happy Labor Day from Horseshoe Cafe

Happy Labor Day Weekend!
Please note - no music at the Horseshoe Cafe this upcoming Monday (9/3).
The Horseshoe will remain open for regular business on Labor Day.


Saturday, September 1, 2018

Into the sand

Written by Barry Wallace 
(Published in Fairfield Citizen 9/23/09)
The waters of Long Island Sound sparkled a deep sapphire blue. The sunlight spread across its surface and lit up the waves. Shadows shimmered, zig-zagged like a school of fish and disappeared into the edge of the water.
September was cleanup time at the beach, and the weather seemed to be doing the same -- scouring away the leftovers of summer and bringing in a cleaner, drier season. The beach was splashed with bright sunshine and swept clean with brisk freshening breezes.
We were raking again using the old wood-handled rakes with their broken and rusted metal tines. In the pecking order of our Irish-American family at the time we, the twins, "weren't worth much" when it came to work. Our older brother Kevin could already drive a nail straight and true and had the instincts of a born carpenter. He was paired with our Uncle Phil doing the more skilled jobs of fixing porches, mending screens, measuring and sawing.
Brian and I helped the women changing bedding, sweeping up sand, mopping floors, lugging junk and moving furniture. But even these things, especially the cleaning and scrubbing, were considered somewhat advanced for us. So we were handed the old rakes and told to clean the sand around the cottages, removing nails, broken glass and anything else that found its way into the sand during the summer season. The tenants spent most of their time in the front near the water. Things sometimes fell out of their pockets and bags into the netherworld of beach sand.
The yards were all sandy back in the 1950s. Only a few Pine Creekers (pronounced "Crickers") had planted lawns then, and these were considered by the rest of us to be unnecessary and pretentious.
Before the huge stone jetties were built by the town to protect the beach, the yards were fronted by simple wooden bulkheads that did little to hold back the flood-tides. If your cottage survived hurricane season, your front yard would be left with the smoothest, whitest beach sand in all of in Fairfield. Such fine grains could easily flow through an hourglass. As kids we enjoyed making hourglasses with our hands and watching the sands of time sift through our fingers.
For us raking sand wasn't just busy work. After you scraped the surface it was surprising how much could be found hidden in it. We discovered toy guns, nail clippers, keys, coffee cups, cigarette lighters, ladies' compacts and all kinds of silverware. The sand was a lot like the water. After you dropped something into its depths you might never be able to find it again. Just one careless move and it vanished before your eyes. The distraction of relaxation also played a part at the beach. People settling back into a snooze or a novel might realize only later that they had lost something in the sand.
My father was especially pleased when we turned up shards of glass. The green and brown pieces of broken soda and beer bottles were easy to find. The clear glass that you couldn't see in the sand could deeply slice your feet or hands. We wore thick gloves on this work detail. Rusty nails and screws popped up everywhere. So did weathered hammers, screw drivers and other items lost from the tool box. These were rescued and put back into service, never the quite the same but still useful for a while longer. Even if the items were completely rusted, my father would throw them into a box for possible later consideration. We were a thoroughly Catholic family, who took the idea of resurrection seriously.
Of course, being kids, what we really hoped for was buried treasure. We believed we would find diamonds or rubies that would make us rich. Each unearthed piece of costume jewelry was breathlessly brought to the adults for inspection. It was all worthless but we remained convinced that we had discovered the imperial crown jewels. The rings were probably from gumball machines or Cracker Jack boxes. I should have realized there were no dowagers renting our humble beach-side shacks. They were working people like us out for a couple of relaxing weeks in the summer at an affordable price. A little bit of heaven close to home.
Once we found a condom in the sand and showed it to my father. I naively thought it might be some kind of a balloon. After that incident I remember him saying we shouldn't pick up everything we found in the sand. There was a peculiar expression on his face that I couldn't read, but that look told me we had discovered something that couldn't be explained to us just then. Certainly none of our guests would ever engage in such behavior, but there was a steady stream of beach crashers moved by moonlight and cheap beer to romantic interludes in the sand. Sometimes at night soft sounds would emanate from the shoreline and into our open bedroom windows -- bird calls, bell buoys, muffled laughing and whispers. The beach was filled with magic, but that kind of magic was well beyond the understanding of two still innocent young boys.
Although we recognized our low status on the family totem pole, we knew our father wanted the job done and done right. He would come out and check every so often to make sure we were still raking and to tell us how important it was for us to stay with it. "You boys might think you get all the dirty little jobs, but they need to be done well, too. It's like that in a big Irish family. You can be forty before they think you're old enough to hammer a nail." He was referring to his aunts and uncles who were also at work at Pine Creek. Although he was our father, he was still a boy to them. I sensed that Dad was trying to tell us something about himself and the family that he deeply loved. He wanted us to know that we were one of them in ways we might not understand. The beach was our familial place where we worked together as a family and told family stories. It was where we sometimes awkwardly stepped on toes in the dance of the generations and the complex feelings that were our heritage and our curse. We knew we were loved even if they seemed to have little use for us; even if we were made to feel we were in the way; even if the words we spoke were never enough to express what needed to be said. I may have learned all I ever was to learn on those weekends long ago. Life is filled with repetitive hard work coupled with steady progress and understanding. If you learn anything at all, it is important not to blindly grasp at something you can't see -- like sharp glass and rusty nails. We can't always understand the people we love, and even their love can be hurtful in ways we can never imagine. Time is like an hourglass that runs out on all of us. The older you get the more quickly the sand slips through your fingers. Almost every face and voice I remember from the beach is gone now. All the aunts and uncles, all the beach characters, my remarkable grandmother, Mal, and the father I was never ready to say goodbye to. And you never do find any buried treasure.
So there we all are in the sand next to the sparkling sound under the wide blue skies of a September Saturday. We are working together in the brisk breeze that entwines our breath as it races across the flat expanses of the beach. We are touching each other's lives like the shadows jutting out from the cottages and spreading longer across the sand as the sun slips lower in the sky. What falls into the sand is irrevocably transformed or lost forever. And it is beautiful, piece by piece, because it is all a part of our lives. READ MORE FROM:
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From Fairfield Citizen 9/23/09

Thursday, August 30, 2018

The C.O. Jelliff Mfg. Corporation

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Logo from The C.O. Jelliff Mfg. Corp., Pequot Avenue, late 1800's.

Jennings' Upper Coal Yards

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Jennings' Upper Coal Yards at Rose Hill
A few observations regarding this winter photo of Jennings' Upper Coal Yards, photo could have been taken circa winter 1906. The schooner identified by Charlotte Lacey in her Historical Story of Southport (page 45) as the "Mary Elizabeth" is not in the harbor during this photo. She was made into a schooner in 1884 (had been a sloop). She was taken out of market boat service about 1903 but remained at her berth at the breakwater. The ship was sold in April 1905 and taken to Long Island. Note sucker dredgers in the harbor, 2 boats pulled up on shore on the left. Also in the far distance to the left is the harbor entrance beacon. "Liberty" signs on shed. These sheds were at the base of Rose Hill Road and Harbor Road.
Photo: Special thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing this rare view.

Main Street and Harbor Road 1896

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Hall Block & Jennings Building, Main Street & Harbor Road
Southport, Connecticut

Photographer: Edward, Clinton or Eugene Hall. Note found with glass plate negative: "The 'Center' showing the new brick tenement, the Town post [sign post], Woodward's tin shop, Wood's, Post office & meat market." At the top of the plate is printd "View Hall block and... [unreadable] Nov 20, 96 c 10 AM. Clo Cl ix No 3." ["Clo Cl" etc a record of exposure time, plate number?] On left is the Hall block built after 1894 fire. The two top floors were the "tenement" portion; first floor was given over to stores. Across Main St, on the right is #251 Main, owned by Nehemiah Jennings. The top stories are the old Miah Perry house; the first floor was added (put underneath the house) in the 1870's. On the right was the post office and to the rear of it, Miah Jennings meat market. On the left was John Wood's dry goods store. To the left of this building was the Nichols store building, then occupied by M V Woodward, a plumber.
Publisher: Pequot Library Association
Date: 1896?
Format: Photograph