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Sunday, October 4, 2015

Double Feature Performance at Horseshoe Cafe Monday Oct.5th

Horseshoe Cafe

Pequot Avenue - Southport Village

twitter: @HorseshoeCafeCT

The Old Dam Haunted House begins October 16th on Old Dam Road 

At the Town Dock several decades ago

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At Ye Yacht Yard Town Dock, Southport, Connecticut. Photo reads: " In tidal basins and rivers, or where winter icing ruins small docks, the landing float is a necessity. Second hand ones in good condition are hard to come by, so it's unusally a case of knowing how to design and build one for your purpose."
Date unkown. Photo property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis.

Southport Spooktacular Family Fun Day Sunday Oct.25th

Southport Spooktacular October 25th
Southport Village

On October 25th Join your Connecticut neighbors for a FREE 
#FamilyFunDaySunday filled with costume parading, face painting, pumpkin decorating and many other arts & crafts activities!

Children (and pets) of all ages will walk the charming historic shopping district trick-or-treating (for healthy snacks and toys) at local retailers as they make their way to the bounce house and live music - Please meet in front of Sammy's Pizza & Grill at 11AM if your child/family wants to walk in the parade.

There will also be a stroller decorating contest so pimp out your tots ride before you arrive!

Please be sure to park down side streets and the Southport train and Wakeman parking lots. Police will be directing traffic as we have had an overwhelming response already. Be sure not to block driveways. If your child wants to walk in the parade please arrive promptly at 11AM. The FUN continues until 3 PM! 

Southport Swans in formation on Saturday at Tide Mill

The Southport Swans at Tide Mill are growing up.
PHOTO: Gerard Bernacchia

Another early view of Southport Harbor circa 1880's

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Southport Harbor circa 1880's
Another early view of Southport Harbor at low tide looking north towards the Jelliff Block. Sasco Hill and the onion fields to the right. To the far right, the bow of a vessel can be seen at anchor. Circa 1880's. Special thanks to Arthur Jennings for this rare view of the past.
Photo: Arthur Jennings Collection

Trinity Parish Nursery School Fall Festival Sat. Oct.17th

Trinity Parish Nursery School Fall Festival Saturday Oct.17th 11am-2pm

Monday, September 28, 2015

Horseshoe Cafe Acoustic Open-Mic featuring Brian Dolzani Sept.28th

Blood Moon over Southport on Sunday evening

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Blood Moon over Southport on Sunday evening.

Photo: Judith Byman  9/27/15

Artists Call for Entries for Pequot Library's 18th Annual Art Show

Artists Call for Entries 18th Annual Art Show

Deadline October 3, 2015
Paintings, photography, works on paper, sculpture/construction/jewelry, mixed media.

Main Street and Harbor Road circa 1910

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Rare photograph of Main Street and (Water Street) which is now called Harbor Road.
From Arthur Jennings Collection. 

Pre-1920's Southport Harbor

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Sailing, Southport Harbor
Date circa 1910's. Sasco Hill in the background.
-Thanks again to Arthur Jennings for sharing this incredible rare photo.
From Arthur Jennings Collection.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Into the sand

By Barry Wallace
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:
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From Fairfield Citizen 9/23/09

Meet the Author: Kate Manning at Pequot Library Oct.4th

Meet the Author: Kate Manning

Sunday, October 4, 2015, 4pm - 6pm
Hear about a scandalous historical figure in her novel, "A Notorious Life." Free.

Launching a vessel at YYY in the 1930's

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Launching a vessel at YYY in the 1930's
Special thanks to Joe Rainis for providing this view into the past at Ye Yacht Yard.
Photo property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis

Sasco Hill Road

Saturday, September 26, 2015

YYY on Friday

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YYY on Friday.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Free Young Person's Concert at Pequot Library Sept.26th

Free Young Persons' Concert

Saturday, September 26, 2015, 2pm
Pequot Library
Southport, CT
The Wand'ring Minstrels from the NY Gilbert & Sullivan Players perform kid-centric musicals.

Late 1960's early 1970's Ye Yacht Yard West Docks

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Ye Yacht Yard West Docks
"Photo circa late 1960's, or early 1970's. Looks like a Blue J on a trailer far left."
From Arthur Jennings Collection

Southport Spooktacular Oct.25th Southport Village

Storm Tide early 1950's Southport Harbor

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Storm Tide early 1950's Southport Harbor
Southport, Connecticut
"The gangway is the south float at YYY and was, brand new circa 1952 or 1953. Frank Romano took the photo from Harbor Road over the page wire fence that butts up to the corner of YYY. The shed across the harbor is the tennis pavilion of the Country Club which is still there today. Frank took the photo from Harbor Road over the page wire fence that butts up to the corner of YYY. Frank was a commercial photographer who worked for various area papers and for the paper in Fairfield. A very nice gentleman and a good photographer." -Arthur Jennings

Walin & Wolff Southport Village - Spend More/Save More 9/24-9/27th

Visit the newest store location on Pequot Avenue in Southport Village

28th Annual Bigelow Tea Community Challenge Sept.27th

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Friday, September 18, 2015

Southport on Thursday

CASUAL WATER 33.5 meter Feadship 

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Southport on Thursday.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Rose Hill - Southport Village

Southport 1908

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Special thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing this advertisement from 1908.

Rare photo showing the area east of the Lower Wharf in 1929

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Sasco Hill, Sasco Beach, and McKenzie's Point in the background.
"This photo is circa 1929 showing the area east of the Lower Wharf. Note the mooring hoist to the left and the vintage cars to the lower right and across the harbor along the beach. (There is an object in the center of the photo which appears to be along the breakwater. I have put a loupe to the image and cannot be certain what it is. At times I see a sail boat with a mast. Other times I see what appears to be a float plane, with tail to the left and prop to the right. Whatever is happening, there are a few spectators with the number of cars in the photo)."
"The property on which the photo was taken belonged to my father and his family. The original parcel was about 4 acres and went back to Willow Street. It also included an undetermined amount of what is now YYY, and included what is now 1000 Harbor Road, the house that one time had the tower. On the hill was mounted cannon during the war of 1812 to protect the entrance of the harbor. My dad build his home on the hill in the 1920's. At that time the land was used as an apple orchard and grazing land for cattle." -Arthur Jennings

Many thanks to Arthur Jennings, for sharing this rare image.

Film: Penfield Reef Lighthouse

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Spic & Span Tuesday 9/8 Lunch Specials

Spic & Span Southport Village Tuesday 9/8 Lunch Specials
photo Greg Peck

Howard and the boys at Ye Yacht Yard

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Howard Burr (at left) with his friends at Ye Yacht Yard in Southport, CT.
Date unknown.
Photographer: Berray Photography, West Redding, CT.
Photograph property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Southport Harbor circa 1880-1900

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Southport Harbor
Photographer and date unknown.
Circa 1880-1900.
From Arthur Jennings Collection.

Sunday, August 30, 2015