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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Sasco Beach Club in 1927

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Sasco Beach Club in 1927
Southport, Connecticut
Rare postcard, Sasco Beach Club postmarked August 17, 1927.
View from a private beach near Sasco Beach near the Southport Harbor inlet.
McKenzie's Point in the distance.
From Eric Sundman Collection

Pine Creek Beach circa 1920

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Looking towards Kenzie Point.
This is the area about where South Pine Creek Road ends.
Published by A. Kleban & Sons, Bridgeport, Conn.
Rare color postcard on linen, image at Pine Creek Beach circa 1920.

At the beach in Fairfield circa 1910's

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At the beach in Fairfield, Connecticut, circa 1910's.
Unused colorized postcard.

Sasco Hill in 1905, "The Hummocks"

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Sasco Hill in 1905
Description: Commercially printed invitation-postcard, C. H. Pease, Pub. Canaan, Conn. Printed on front: "Southport, Conn. You are invited to attend a sale of fancy bags and cake to be held by the Sasquanaug Association for Village Improvement, on Mrs. Simon C. Sherwood's lawn, Wednesday, June 28, from 3 to 6 p.m. Ice cream and cake will be sold. If rainy, the sale will be the next clear day. Music." Written on the front: "The Hummocks." Printed on the photograph: "Sasco Hill." On the reverse the card is postmarked "June 23, 1905, " and is addressed to "Rev. William H. Holman and the Misses Holman." Rev. Holman was the Congregational minister in Southport. Mrs. Simon C. Sherwood lived at 67 Westway Road. The view appears to have been taken from one of the panoramas of the harbor and Sasco Hill.
"The Hummocks" was the local name for the harbor growth seen in the middle ground.
Creator: V. Louise Higgins
Publisher: Pequot Library Association
Date: 1905
Format: Photograph

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Learning knots at Ye Yacht Yard

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Learning knots at Ye Yacht Yard
Southport, Connecticut
"My brother, Edward "Ted" Jennings, teaching me knots on the YYY dock."
-Arthur Jennings
From: Arthur Jennings Collection

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Available! Pine Creek Beach Area Gem

1230 South Pine Creek Road for sale by owner 

Pine Creek Beach area! 

Take the Virtual tour:

Sunken Island off Pine Creek Point - Squalus Marine Divers

Sunken Island off Pine Creek Point

Swedish Naval Cadets visit Swedish Athletic Club June 1940 at Pine Creek

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Bottom photo: June 9, 1940 at the Swedish Athletic Club at Pine Creek, 1351 South Pine Creek Road in Fairfield.
The S.A.C. was founded in 1915, and in June of 1920 the villa and land was purchased on South Pine Creek Road. The club is said to be the first in the United States to form a women's soccer team in 1919 by one of the founding members and World Olympian competitor in long-distance running Knute Santeson. The S.A.C. evolved into becoming formally known as the Scandinavian Club in 1973 where several of the founding families' relatives continue to maintain membership.

Swedish Athletic Club History:


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

Pine Creek Beach Summer 1941

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Pine Creek Beach in the summer of 1941, Surfside in the background,
at the end of South Pine Creek Road.
Photo property and courtesy of: Dave Peck Collection

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Pine Creek Beach Windmill in 1920

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Pine Creek Beach Windmill in 1920
This is a very rare photo taken from Pine Creek Avenue in 1920, across a meadow-sized waterfront yard at McKenzie's Point/Pine Creek Beach around the end of South Pine Creek Road, looking across the creek towards the windmill that once stood about where the lifeguard stand sits today.
Photo taken almost 20 years before the Hurricane of 1938. Photo credit/property of: V. McGuire.

Sailing In Southport Harbor in 1890's

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Sailboat, Southport Harbor
Southport, Connecticut
Photographer: Clinton B Hall. Note found with glass plate negative: "Sailboat in the Harbor." The plate has C. B. Hall printed on the bottom edge.
Publisher: Pequot Library Association
Date :1890's?
Format: Photograph

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Howard Burr July 26th 1983 on his 83rd Birthday

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Howard Burr on his 83rd birthday at the shop at Ye Yacht Yard.

(Howard was born on July 26, 1900)
Property and courtesy of: Ye Yacht Yard Preservation Fund.
From Howard Burr Collection, special thanks to Joe Rainis.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Replica of Historic Schooner America Sails into Southport Harbor July 17

SOUTHPORT, CT — On Sunday July 17,  the 139-foot schooner America, a replica of the world’s most famous racing yacht, for which the America’s Cup was named in 1851, will be making a one-day stop in Southport, CT.

America is on an extensive tour of the Gulf and East coasts and the Caribbean to raise awareness of the 2017 America’s Cup defense in Bermuda, and the vessel will be docked at Southport Harbor for just 24 hours.

Beginning at approximately 9am on SundayAmerica will glide down Southport Harbor, giving residents and members of the public a rare photo-opportunity as the boat passes the village’s  Ye Yacht Yard at the end of Harbor Road and then Perry Green, ultimately coming to rest in front of Pequot Yacht Club.

From 1pm to 3pm the public will have the unique opportunity to board the boat at Pequot Yacht Club and learn the history of the original racing yacht which beat a fleet of Britain’s finest and launched the America’s Cup 165 years ago. 

This tour is free, but donations are welcomed and will support America’s mission to spark excitement about the latest America’s Cup racing; and to engage the next generation of sailing fans by highlighting the technologies that have elevated the sport to its present state.

The schooner, captained by Troy Sears, is a near perfect replica built in 1995 at a cost of more than $6 million.


Among the world’s most beautiful racing yachts, America is also the most famous, for it truly put the sport of yachting on the map. In 1851, the original boat won the Royal Yacht Squadron’s race around the Isle of Wight. Henceforth, that “100 Guinea Cup” was officially renamed “The America’s Cup” — not for the country but for the boat.                                                  

The winners of the 1851 race, members of the New York Yacht Club, donated the trophy to their club, to be held as a “challenge” trophy, which was successfully defended by the United States until 1983 and remains the longest winning streak in sporting history. 

Designed by a young genius who combined the best of Old World theory and New World practicality, and owned by a syndicate of powerful men out to prove American maritime prowess, the original America did what almost everyone thought was impossible.

The schooner’s later career was equally as colorful: a conveyor of secret agents, Confederate blockade runner, Union warship, Naval Academy training vessel, and the pride and joy of a famous Civil War general and politician. By her end in 1945, America was one of the most honored vessels in the United States. The original was destroyed during World War II. 

Ye Yacht Yard, 985 Harbor Road, Southport, CT (limited street parking only)
Perry Green, 701 Harbor Road, Southport, CT (limited street parking only)
1 - 3PM TOUR:
Pequot Yacht Club,  669 Harbor Road, Southport, CT (limited street parking only)

More information about America:

Thursday, July 7, 2016

237 years ago on July 7, 1779 over 2,000 British troops invade Fairfield

At the end of both Sasco Hill Road and South Pine Creek Road areas, on July 7, 1779  the British landed (in whaleboats and in privateers). On that foggy day of July 7, 1779, approximately 2,000 enemy troops landed and proceeded to invade the town. When they left the following evening, the entire town lay in ruins, burned to the ground as punishment for Fairfield's support of the rebel cause. Ten years later, President George Washington noted after traveling through Fairfield, that " the destructive evidences of British cruelty are yet visible both in Norwalk and Fairfield; as there are the chimneys of many burnt houses standing in them yet."

Pequot Library Book Sale one hour long documentary from 1993

VIDEO NOTES BY the documenter finleymeboy:
In the summer of 1993 I had a video camera and time on my hands (there was a recession then, too, come to think) and I decided to chronicle the Pequot Library Booksale, a unique event in Southport, CT that draws thousands from all over the region and beyond (Martha Stewart dropped in to promote it one year). The "sale" happens in July, but is a remarkable process that goes on all year, accumulating mass as it goes. I was pretty close to it and the people involved, having worked as a volunteer for years (This is my homage to them). What comes across in this video, if you watch the entire hour, is the peculiar attraction, passion and hunger people have for books, and in this event, a unique ecology of books in which the culture gets circulated from one hand to another, a lot among people who would otherwise not have access to it, and then somehow the whole thing replenishes itself to come back another year. Think about this as people tell you nowadays that books are going away, like newspapers, and this might be of more poignant historical value than I thought. A lot of the good people in this film are gone, but the sale goes on (it goes on now as I speak) as it has for over 50 years, and hopefully will continue long after printed books are "dead."

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Pequot Library's 4th of July Bike Parade & Lawn Games

4th of July Bike Parade & Lawn Games

Pequot Library
Monday, July 4, 2016, 10am - 12pm
Start at the Five Corners in Southport Village with decorated bikes, scooters and wagons
Arrive at the Great Lawn of Pequot Library
Fun and games: face painting, sack races, hula hoop contest, Revolutionary Relay, crafts and an American History trivia contest
Hot dogs and drinks available
All ages, no registration required

Location : Great Lawn
Contact : Front Desk (203) 259-0346 ext. 15


Southport Market Boats in 1905

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Southport Market Boats
Southport, Connecticut
Description: B/w post card, "26C20, Luin B Switzer, Publisher." Printed on the front of the card sent to "Mrs. H. T. Bulkley, Southport": "The Last of the Market Fleet, Southport, Conn." Written on the front: "Comps of L.B.S. (by Luin B. Swtizer himself)" The card is postmarked 24 Nov 1905. Luin B. Switzer ran the Southport drugstore from 1895 to about 1940. The drugstore is still called "Switzer's." In the Weekly Times of 11 Aug 1905, Switzer advertised "Southport Souvenir post cards at Southport Pharmacy. 2 for 5 cents." This may be one of the souvenir cards advertised. In the picture the schooner on the left is the one identified by Charlotte Lacey in her Historical Story of Southport (page 45) as the "Mary Elizabeth, " a market boat owned by the firm of Chas. Jennings & Son. The schooner on the right may be the "George Edwin, " a market boat owned by the Simon Banks firm. The market boats ceased operation about 1903-4. The "Mary Elizabeth" was sold in 1905 and taken to Long Island.
Creator: V. Louise Higgins
Publisher: Pequot Library Association
Date: c1905
Format: Photograph

Southport Onion Hoe ad in 1899

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Monday, June 27, 2016

Historically priceless photo of Southport Harbor - 4th of July Tub Racing & Watersports

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"This photo is rare and historically priceless. In the background through the trees you can see part of the old mansion that stood at the corner of Harbor Road and Old South Road. I believe that it had a large and imposing tower. The automobiles along Harbor Road suggest the photo is WW I vintage".
-Arthur Jennings
Note: canoe and tub races; people at the dock getting in their tubs.
Also the old BC&MMR on Harbor Road.
The Annual July 4th Tub Racing and Watersports, photo circa 1917-1919.
Photograph property and courtesy of Arthur Jennings Collection.
Special thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing this incredible image from the past.

Pine Creek Beach Saturday panorama

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Pine Creek Beach Saturday panorama.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Fishing at YYY

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At the Town Dock at Ye Yacht Yard
Southport, Connecticut
Photographer and date unknown.
"Some serious fishing going on here.
As a kid I remember watching folks catch small fish using nets and some chum.
Some folks stayed all day on the ledge." -Arthur Jennings
From Arthur Jennings Collection.

Howard Burr Day June 21

Proclaimed by former First Selectwoman Jacky Durrell, June 21 every year is Howard Burr Day in Fairfield.
We remember this local legend and dedicated Fairfielder on this day.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Southport Harbor early 1900's

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Southport Harbor early 1900's
View from seawall in Southport Harbor, date uncertain, early 1900's, photo from Arthur Jennings' collection. From left to right: Captain Benjamin F. Peet House on 1000 Harbor Road (with tower), Wyght's Rock (today's Ye Yacht Yard), and to the right down the harbor is Jelliff Block.
Zoom in down the harbor and try to identify the large vessel, it may be an early dredge.

Howard Burr inside the shop at YYY

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Howard Burr inside the shop at YYY.
Look closer and you will see Howard inside the shop.
Photographer and date unknown.
Photograph property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis.

Southport Harbor on Tuesday

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Southport Harbor on Tuesday.

Fairfield Shellfish Commission Clam Clinic 2016

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Clam Clinic 2016 at Sasco Beach June 11th
Shellfish Permits for the season were available for purchase,
free clam chowder and free clams and the use of clam rakes all made available to the public,
made for a another successful Clam Clinic hosted by the Fairfield Shellfish Commission.

Flag Day on South Pine Creek Road

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Monday, June 13, 2016

Pequot Library 11th Annual Potluck, Outdoor Concert & Campout PHOTOS

2016 Summer Reading Program Kick Off!
Potluck dinner, badminton, spinnaker play, pillow fight, roastomg s'mores by the campfire and ghost stories.
The Outdoor Concert was performed by Merwin Mountain Band until the wee hours of 10pm.

PHOTOS: Lori Langdon

The winch at Ye Yacht Yard

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Early photo of the winch at YYY.
Photographer and date unknown.
Photo property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection.
With special thanks to Joe Rainis.

Believed to be the "Ada", owned by W.B. Meeker

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Believed to be the "Ada", owned by W.B. Meeker.
Thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing this rare photo.