U.S. Naval War College, Newport, Rhode Island

U.S. Naval War College, Newport, Rhode Island 

One of the best views in Newport is from the Naval War College.   The weather was so spectacular today that we arrived for a meeting early to walk around and get some lunch.

 

We started, indoors, on the classified side (no photos!), and then to the unclassified.    

 

 

The USS Belknap, Built at BIW! (Bath Iron Works)

 

 

 

Then we headed out into the extraordinary wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, we arrived at the O'club for lunch. Where else can one talk about favorite naval battles?

 

 

The meeting was productive, and I even had time to drop by The Royal Male before heading back.

Earth Day, 2012 (and a reader's personal letter from E.B. White)

Earth Day, 2012

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Note:  This entry received this comment, including the reader's personal letter from E.B. White, that is worth highlighting.

This piece on E.B. White in today's Sunday Book Review seems just right for 'Earth Day': http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/22/books/review/celebrating-60-years-of-charlottes-web.html?_r=1&ref=books

It reminded me of this letter that White sent to my grandfather. By the way, I don't know if, "Sorry to hear that you are a dropout..." refers to a dog owner event or the fact that my grandfather graduated from Yale. Maybe it was just a dig from a Cornell man.

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E.B. White
North Brooklin, Maine 04661

March 20, 1974

Dear Mr. ________:

Sorry to hear that you are a dropout but am grateful for your letter and glad you can still read. Wish I could still write.

My Norwich Terrier will be seven in May. His Club name is Jaysgreen Rusty (United Kingdom), and he was sired (it says here) by a dog named Hunston Horseradish. He is known in this house as Jones and is seldom found more than six feet from where I am. He is neurotic---scarred as a puppy by being shoved into a crate for a plane trip from England, then another plane trip from Boston to Maine. I think somebody along the way must have hit him with a stick, because even after all these years with me, I can’t pick up a fly swatter without his cringing. I got him from Sylvia Warren, and he almost never made it up out of his bed of neuroses. But he and I are enough alike that we get on well, and I can’t help being touched by his loyalty---which I think in his case is simply insecurity. He would never take a prize at a show. Neither would I, come to think of it.

I have another terrier---a West Highland White, or Off-White, named Susy. She is as open and outgiving as Jones is closed and reserved. Everybody loves Susy. Everybody tries to like Jones. But Jones takes his guard duties seriously and has made several attempts to kill people he thought were intruding. He particularly distrusts women in trousers, drivers of panel trucks, small children, and stray dogs. He has hunted squirrels for six years without bagging one. Susy is quicker than he is and once nabbed a barn swallow on the wing. Sometimes I dream of owning another Norwich---one that looks like a Norwich and behaves like one. But I am known for my outsize dreams. Meantime, I am grateful for small favors, like the little brown one over there on the sofa.

Sincerely,
E.B. White

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

North Church

Portsmouth, New Hampshire is one of my favorite places.  Marvelously, it both is historic and at the same time has a youthful and creative flavor.

One of the most significant shaping influences on the city is, of course, its port.  Portsmouth Harbor is one of the deepest harbors and the waters of the Piscataqua are fast flowing.

Portsmouth Naval Shipyard, the nation's first federal shipyard, was established in 1800. It services our country's submarines and produced over seventy of them during World War II. (Maine and New Hampshire have been sparring seemingly forever over its jurisdiction and The Supreme Court heard the case in 2002.)  

There is an active Coast Guard presence...

...for this "official port of entry and foreign trade zone".  

Memorial Bridge, one of the three bridges that connect to Kittery, is undergoing replacement.

For us, Portsmouth is a good place to meet up with family, and we also just spend time here when we can.

 

John Paul Jones House, Portsmouth Historical Society

 

 

I like firehouses and this one is especially handsome.

In case anyone needs some gourmet salts, there is The Salt Cellar.

 

The city is small, almost intimate (only about 3,000 people larger than Concord Massachusetts), which is part of its charm.

 

After the famous fires at the beginning of the nineteenth century, which destroyed so many wooden structures, the rebuilding was of brick and slate for roofs.

Reminders are everywhere of the antiquity of the small city.  

 

 

A mindfulness of the environment (if gently hypocritical) is nonetheless a good indicator of the culture.

At Celtic Crossing....

...I purchased another Blackthorn walking stick.

Post Civil War, Portsmouth began earning its reputation for its ale making.  In fact, it has been said that the original New Englanders did not drink water, but - adults and children - preferred beer instead.  (And the first regional toast was made by Captain Thomas Wannerton in 1639.)  Cambridge attorney, Andy Crouch, an expert on New England breweries, tellingly used the Portsmouth brewery Smuttynose for the cover of his book "The Good Beer Guide to New England."

 

And here is where I will lose some of any "prep cred" I might have.  I don't drink.  This is not for any particular reason, but it serves as yet another place for the amusement of friends.  One New Englander (whose name would be familiar to all of those here), after reading my blog account of a Christmas party in the City, included this in an email:

But the "Coca-Cola/I didn't inhale" argument.  I don't think so.  Ms Aldrich was working on some kind of stout. Probably doing some serious napping on her way back to swamp yankee land.

There are all kinds of attractive transportation modes....

...including this, shown with the Portsmouth Athenaeum in the background.

 

 

One of my favorite sites here is of the Moran Tugboats.  In fact, I check on them daily with the Tugboat Cam.

 

.There are many sightseeing cruises available, including this boat, from Portsmouth Harbor Cruises.

Busy Barges and Cranes

Due to its youthful population, one can find an active nightlife.

 

 

Breaking New Grounds - A Wonderful Bakery

Portsmouth remains a charming small city, and I always look forward to my next visits.


** Genealogy Alert!  ***

For those who find the topic of genealogy insufferable or simply boring, I have collected it all at the end of this entry in this handy, easy-to-skip section.

One of the originals settlers was our 10th great grandfather Edward Hilton, often called the Father of New Hampshire.

The amount of our family's personal history (mostly on my husband's side) here is non trivial.  Literally dozens of direct ancestors came here in the first half of the 1600s,  founding Portsmouth and its neighboring towns and establishing its fishing, lumber and shipbuilding industries.  To name just a few: Captain John Locke framed the first meeting house; Major William Vaughn was the Chief Justice of the Superior Court; Andrew Healy was "The King of Shoals" as he ruled the rich fishing waters of the Isle of Shoals; Cutts Island was named for the Cutt brothers.

And of course the most colorful one of all was the Cambridge educated Reverend Stephen Bachilor/Batchelder.   He had quite the reputation, marrying a third wife who was sixty years younger than he.  She then carried on with the young fellow next door, for which she was sentenced to be flogged and branded.

To this Aldrich, although we share a progenitor, we are only indirectly related.

Portsmouth was originally named Strawbery Banke by direct ancestor Captain Walter Neale in 1630, who was sent by Georges and Mason to be the Governor of the Piscataqua.  Neale is credited for discovering the White Mountains and Lake Winnipesaukee as well.  And we cannot forget Daniel Webster, only indirect, but four different ways (via Eastmans as well as Websters) who, while born in Franklin,  practiced law here.

This makes us laugh as it has two of my names (neither of which being Thomas nor Bailey).

The Strawbery Banke Historic District and museum (organized in the 1950s) features roughly 50 restored historic structures on about twelve acres.  Along with the museum owned buildings that are always open (in season), some of these structures are privately owned and used, but still occasionally opened to the public.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Early morning and off-season is a pretty good time to be here.