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Thursday, September 22, 2016

"Fired Up" Car Show Sunday October 2nd in Southport Village

Early 1930's Ye Yacht Yard aerial photo

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Early 1930's Ye Yacht Yard aerial photo
Photographer and date unknown. Aerial photo over Ye Yacht Yard, 1930's?
Photo property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection.
With special thanks to Joe Rainis.

Fairfield Fright Nights Haunted House & Hayride returns in October

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

1938 Hurricane Damage on Pine Creek Avenue

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Here is "SEASIDE" cottage on Pine Creek Avenue, still standing on the sand, facing Long Island Sound, after the category 5 Hurricane of 1938. The first summer-only cottages along Pine Creek Avenue and French Street were built between the 1890's and the 1920's. Some were Sears Homes ordered from a catalog and were prefabricated, sent in kits, that would arrive by train and hauled to the shoreline.

78 years ago today - 1938 Hurricane in Southport

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1938 Hurricane
Southport, Connecticut
Description: Written on reverse: "1938. Mary Shedden age 11. Harbor Road."
Scene may be up by #418 Harbor Road.
Creator: V. Louise Higgins
Publisher: Pequot Library Association
Date: 1938
Format: Photograph

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

The 29th Bigelow Tea Community Challenge Sept 25th

Don't miss this great event - Community Challenge on Sept 25!
5k race, 2m walk & KidZone full of games


Pequot Library's 19th Annual Art Show: Calling All Entries Deadline Oct.1st

19th Annual Art Show: Call for Entries

At Pequot Library
Deadline: Saturday, October 1, 2016
Artists working in all mediums are invited to submit to this upcoming exhibition.
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Early 1920's Southport Harbor

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Early 1920's Southport Harbor
Thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing these rare views of Southport Harbor from the 1920's.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Friday Night Young Artists' Cafe Sept. 23rd

Friday Night Young Artists' Café

Pequot Library
Friday, September 23, 2016, 5pm - 6:30pm
Musician, dancer, writer, artist? Sign up to perform on our stage in front of a live audience.
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Pequot Avenue At Westway Road in 1913

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View looking Northeast on Pequot Avenue At Westway Road
Southport, Connecticut
Black and white postcard; Ess and Ess Photo Co., 19 E 17th St NY, NY. This is believed to be one of a set of post cards printed in 1913. Printed on front of card: "Pequot Ave., Southport, Conn." Buildings on right hand side: 1) Roderick Curtis House; 2) Howard N. Wakeman House--house has been razed; 3) O. T. Sherwood House #683; 4. Mrs E L Wells House; spire of Trinity Church. Building on left, with columns, is 678 Pequot Ave, F.D. Perry House/Episcopal Rectory.
Publisher: Pequot Library Association
Date: circa 1913?
Format: Photograph

Southport Harbor: The Old Days

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Southport Harbor, from the days of Cape Cods, Elcos and Atlantics.
Special thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing this rare photo.

Available! Pine Creek Beach Area Gem

1230 South Pine Creek Road for sale by owner 

Pine Creek Beach area! 

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Al Mathewson pen and ink sketch of YYY October 1957

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Ye Yacht Yard in October of 1957
Southport, Connecticut
Pen and ink sketch
Artist: Al Mathewson





Special thanks to Paul R. Mathewson and family for sharing his father's great drawing of YYY and the very interesting background story of his dad's impressive career and talents and relationship with Howard.

A copy of this drawing can be found hanging on the wall at the Horseshoe Cafe on Pequot Avenue in Southport.

Mary Ann Hall's Music For Children Sample Classes in Southport

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Business After Hours Event at ARTISAN Sept.15th

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Barbara Burr works on a hull

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Barbara Burr at Ye Yacht Yard.
Photographer and date unknown.
Photo property of Howard Burr Collection, courtesy of Joe Rainis.

Wakeman Boys & Girls Club Day For Kids Movie Night Sept.17th

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Working around Ye Yacht Yard

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Work being performed at the shoreline near Ye Yacht Yard.
Photographer and date unknown.
Photograph property and courtesy of Howard Burr Collection/Joe Rainis.

Trinity Parish Nursery School Fall Festival Oct.15th

Ye Yacht Yard on Tuesday evening

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Ye Yacht Yard on Tuesday evening.

Rare view over Southport Harbor circa 1914

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Rare view over Southport Harbor circa 1914
"This photo was taken from the second story porch of the BC&MMR (on Harbor Road at Westway Road) showing an onion farm and buildings then in existence {on Sasco Hill circa 1914-1915}. This appears to be the flagpole"
-Arthur Jennings
From: Arthur Jennings Collection

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Luin B. Switzer

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"A name forever etched in the history of Southport. Luin B. Switzer, a member of BC&MMR and the Pequot Yacht Club. " -Arthur Jennings.
(Photo Bridgeport Post June 12, 1921).

Sasco Beach area encampment of Barnum Circus Workers

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Sasco Beach circa 1913
Beach encampment of workers, believed to be from the Barnum Circus in Bridgeport {working on the development of Country Club of Fairfield area at beach}.
(Note breakwater at entrance to Southport Harbor behind men near the center of the photo).
(Photo from glass plate). -Arthur Jennings
From Arthur Jennings' Collection. {Circa 1913?}

Sasco Beach encampment continued

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In the background the {Southport} breakwater and the windmill at the E.S. Hand estate are visible. {circa 1913?} -Arthur Jennings
From Arthur Jennings' Collection

Many thanks to Arthur Jennings for sharing these exclusive and rare images of the past.

Very early photo of Southport Train Station Eastbound

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Southport, Connecticut Train Station (Eastbound)
"Here is a real oldie showing the eastbound station and, as a bonus, the white house on the westbound side of the tracks was owned by Augustus Jennings. It is probable that the folks in the buggy are related. This is a scan from an old tintype." -Arthur Jennings
From Arthur Jennings Collection.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

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.

Rare Southport Harbor postcard circa 1910

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Rare Southport Harbor postcard circa 1910 low tide.
To the far left, an old onion barn (note person standing nearby), and, the BC&MMR clubhouse.
To the far right, the buildings were demolished and is now Perry Green, and also visible-the roof of Southport National Bank on Main Street.
View is from the area near the old Meeker Docks.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Old hurricane photo of YYY

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"Old hurricane photo of YYY. Origin of photo and year unknown.
(This MIGHT have been a Frank Romano photo)". -courtesy of Arthur Jennings.

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.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Sixth Annual "Fired Up" Car Show Oct. 2nd

Sixth Annual "Fired Up" Car Show 
Sunday October 2nd 
10am-3pm in Southport Village 

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

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.