Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Connecticut's Thimble Islands


Technically, "New England" includes all of Connecticut.  From one perspective, however, the southernmost part of New England in Connecticut is the Thimble Islands.  This collection of islands off of Branford, Connecticut (adjacent to Stony Creek) is worth experiencing both for its unique geography and its unique structures and culture.

A quite foggy morning.  
Some small craft followed to make use of the radar.




As the name suggests, Stony Creek is the home of significant granite production.  Stony Creek Quarry supplied the pink/orange Stony Creek granite for the Brooklyn Bridge, Grand Central Station, and Columbia University.
Stony Creek Granite is everywhere, from the parks.... 
...to the harbors and seawalls.  Stony Creek had also been from where "the Daddy Boat" launched. In the past, "the Daddy Boat" delivered the fathers to the islands at the end of the day. The Friday night run would deliver the fathers who had spent the weekdays working in the city and would come out each weekend.
Exactly how many islands there are depends not only on your defintion of island, but also if it is high or low tide. Nonetheless, many have distinctive feels.
  • On Money Island, for example, there is almost a “dorm room” feel with some of the houses so close together that everyone just walks in and out of each others houses, and the close relationships have even resulted in inter/intra-island marriages.
  • Bear Island which has exported its stone to such constructions as the Lincoln Memorial, Grant's Tomb, and the base of the Statue of Liberty.
  • Horse Island, the largest island at 17 acres  is owned by neighboring Yale University and is used for ecological research by Yale's Peabody Museum of Natural History.
  • Outer Island is used by Southern Connecticut State University and used for their studies.
  • Despite their not inconsiderable price tags, they rarely go up for sale.  About thirty of the islands are inhabited.

 



Many of the islands look like coastal Maine except for the color of the bedrock.

There are electrical wires and water pipes for some of the houses.  Others rely on generators, wells and as shown here, solar panels.


The channels can go quickly from very deep...
...to shallow.  This is also why it is preferable to travel when the tide is high.



There is a good variety of shorebirds including this Black-backed Gull...

...and this Cormorant.


Waterside Courts


It may be inevitable that some of the garrishness from today's Greenwich and Westport infiltrates the area.

It is easy to see why Captain Kidd is rumored to have hidden some of his treasure here.


All types of objects are transported back and forth.


At least one of the crew had a clever way of getting out of the sun.


A Sign of the Quarry Industry
Transport vehicles run day and night, to the occasional chagrin of some new neighbors. 

Friday, June 24, 2011

The Vermont Country Store

Plenty to respect, plenty to want, plenty to amuse.
The most “Old Yankee” store/catalog of all might just be The Vermont Country Store.   They specialize in hard-to-find classic and functional New England items. 

Those people more influenced by New York Housewives and Jersey Shore than Jud Hale may dismiss it.  But don’t let the folksiness fool you (although they are all genuinely very friendly). It was started over in Weston, Vermont in 1946 by Harvard educated, Vrest Orton, a 13th Generation Orton, and now run by his son Lyman and his three sons.

The store comes directly from the origins of prep: New England prep schools and colleges; frugality; ingenuity; and continuity.  It is an institution that deliberately strives to meet the Orton Family Foundation’s Mission of “helping small cities and towns describe, apply and uphold their heart and soul so that they can adapt to change while maintaining or enhancing the things they value most.”

At The Vermont Country Store one can get things like:
  • Fuller Brushes
  • Pure-Bristle Shaving Brushes
  • Pine Bros. Throat Drops
  • Lanz of Salzburg sleepwear (a long-time preppy female essential, although now sadly made in China.)
  • Leon Levin shirts (another staple for the slightly older preppy female, once everywhere)
  • B&M Slice-and-Serve Brown Bread in a Can (Of course, B&M products are made in Portland, ME)
  • Teaberry Gum
  • Their vast assortment of old fashioned candy
  • Stainless Steel Stove-Top Percolator (We made ours this way long after most had switched to automatic brewers. People used to request my mother’s great coffee in “that old tin pot.")
  • Non-motorized lawn mower (think Muffy Aldrich's parents)
  • Jewel-Tone Aluminum Tumblers (My great grandmother always server her homemade iced tea is these at family picnics.)
  • My favorite – Director’s Chair Covers in Navy Cotton Canvas
  • Rocking Chair Pads in plain Navy Corduroy
  • Cereal and Grain Mill
  • Large Hen on Basket
While some of their products are squarely aimed at the older set (and they do have some highly amusing products), it is nonetheless worth noting that the best stores do think instinctively of multi-generations.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Guest Post: Cornell and Alpha Delta Phi, 1978

Thank heaven I left Cornell before the 1980 publication of The Official Preppy Handbook, in which the authors primly pronounced our university to be "out of the league." Evidently the place was too diverse to cultivate the homogeneity required of an "authentic" preppy campus.

And it’s true, in addition to friends from Exeter and Lawrenceville, I was forced to fraternize with graduates of Pomfret, Hill, and even a few kids from day schools in Maryland and New Jersey. My best friend and I both had a crush on a beauty from Baldwin, a notoriously artsy school outside Philadelphia. But her friendship with a tall, Byronic figure in our American Lit class who affected black turtleneck sweaters was as predictable as it was heartbreaking. Most un-prep.

Chapter House

I was a member of Alpha Delta Phi, a national but relatively small fraternity founded in 1832 at Hamilton College. At Cornell, fraternities did not exist for the sole purpose of drinking beer and trashing your 1931 John Russell Pope-designed mansion, as portrayed in Animal House (which was by coincidence written by an Alpha Delt from Dartmouth). At a university where your chances of getting on-campus housing following freshman year were one in six, fraternities were one of the chief housing options (there were 48 of them).

Of course it was 1978 and my group sported the garb with which the readers of this blog are well acquainted. You trudged up Libe Slope to morning classes in a light snow, to an overheated classroom in McGraw Hall, to a drafty Uris Library carrel, and back to West Campus in freezing rain. Turtleneck under oxford shirt under crewneck sweater under down vest was a style born of necessity, not affectation. Likewise, the affinity with L. L. Bean was as much practical as it was aesthetic.

We may have been the only fraternity on campus to dress for dinner. Most of us wore navy blazers and the rest wore charcoal herringbone tweeds; blue jeans, jean corduroys, or khakis on the bottom; and a rep stripe, foulard, or club tie. The first Wednesday of the month was date night, when we for sure dropped the jeans for khakis and replaced Top-Siders with penny or tasseled loafers.

I'm sure more than a few parents were curious when their 19-year-old Alpha Delts came home during winter break asking to buy a tuxedo. Twice a year we hosted Victory Club, a black tie, invitation-only gambling party in support of literacy that Playboy once called "the classiest party in the Ivy League." The event originated in 1918 to encourage the sale of Victory Bonds during the First World War. It was forced to go underground during Prohibition, and we of course encouraged its murky reputation.

Brothers

 We also wore black tie for our annual dinner honoring new initiates, and in the spring affected piece parts of black tie for Arts Quad Croquet, when we took our dates, who traditionally wore white dresses, to drink champagne and strawberries and play drunken croquet on the Arts Quad lawn.

Arts Quad Croquet


Through the eyes of memory, football Saturdays were always tweed jacket weather: cool, crisp, and sunny. We owned a 1930s fire truck and would all ride together up to Schoellkopf Field. We'd fill gallon jugs with apple cider fresh from the spigot at Cornell Orchards, top them up with rum, and take 'em into the games.

The Firetruck


Tailgating from his Volvo wagon outside the stadium, the stereotypical alum was a stout man in a wool sports jacket with the sort of large plaid that only J. Press seems interested in today, something just short of a horse blanket, an amiable fellow who clapped you on the back and lost no time pressing a drink into your hand. I miss that custom – the rapid and immediate proffering of the cocktail – which seems largely to have disappeared with this Puritan century.

It’s a funny thing about me and my cronies. For us, college was about growing into manhood; sophomoric antics notwithstanding, we aspired to be grown-ups. Our models, sartorial and otherwise, were our fathers and our friends’ fathers, those stout fellows, which sounds hopelessly square but speaks volumes about who we were. "There is the presence of a father…a force of counsel and support that would have carried one, well-equipped, into manhood," John Cheever wrote in his journal. "One does not invest the image with brilliance or wealth; it is simply a man in a salt and pepper tweed, sometimes loving, sometimes irascible, and sometimes drunk but always responsible to his son."

Forgive me if I tend to romanticize the past. Like many of my age, I am bewildered by what it means to be an adult in a culture dominated by the values of children. How are children to be shown the way out of childhood by parents who want to be children themselves?

In a recent interview on Ivy-Style.com, Richard Press says his customers respected "the generational continuity that J. Press represented.” My pastor prays, “Lord, you who have been our dwelling-place in all the generations.” May it ever be so.

The Author, "Sartre," in 1978

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Newport Harbor


Newport, a sailing capital of the world, and its harbor may best be experienced not by land but by water.  This puts one where the action is, and keeps one away from crowds just there to shop and eat.




 The rigger grabbed his bosun's chair and climbed up the mast to rig the lazy jacks.


Some Lobster Rolls


Starting Out By Newport Bridge









Newport Harbor provides a great view of so many interesting boats and ships.








This includes some luxurious...

The Maltese Falcon

...and others more pragmatic.



Newport Harbor also provides an interesting collection of people (and wardrobes).







One can then head further out for a bit of architecture and landmarks.


I like it for its history, including my own.  (My 10th great grandfather was an inhabitant of Newport in 1636; signed the compact in 1638; and was elected Treasurer.)  There is also the Touro Synagogue dating back to 1763 (the oldest in America), Fort Adams (1799), Hammersmith Farm and the Naval War College.



Hammersmith Farm



Castle Hill Inn
The area is also full of interesting activities.

A class using the appropriately named "Optimists."




Yesterday also happened to be the New York Yacht Club's 157th Annual Regatta.

The Winner of Their Class.




Sail Newport







So often the best view is from the water.








NYYC's Harbour Court





Bringing Back the Marks