Crossing the Bar Again

Lobstering Off Eastern Point                                                    © Jeff Weaver

In the slosh and tumble of waves around ledges,
at the favored lobster spots close to shore, the white working boat
maneuvers about rocks, gear shift growling,
runs down on pots, the men scooping them up,
hauling traps aboard, pulling the writhing bugs out, checking length
sometimes tossing most of them back in
thinking it’s time to shift the pots further offshore.
It seems the hold is never quite full,
when they turn the helm to home.

It’s not all work, for there is a time
for awe and wonder in going
to and fro, in foggy uncertainty, or clear air
when the horizon is crisp and stark,
or when clouds boil, flowering in blue sky,
or when the black of a coming storm menace,
or in the calm of sunrise, waters flat as can be,
never the same from day to day,
but same never-the-less.
You’re on your own out there.

They do not visit this place
as the yachtsmen do, to pleasure the day
they live this world, all of it, its peace and hell alike.

Then back home again and out on the town
into dazzling lights, dark bars, a drink
having fun with women
punk rock songs and randy jokes.

Saint Joseph certainly must be there,
with faith’s wafer and wine certainty and protection
warding off threat of wave and rock
in the heave and thrust of swells
uneven footing, a dangerous winch cable
screaming on its spool.

There is a muscle taut energy
in this small 35-foot lobster boat
heir to the fast Grand Bank fishing schooners,
proud large trawlers, the great hauls.
These rock crawling scavengers
are all that’s left to harvest now,
bend the muscles to.
It’s traps now, was nets then, always the haul,
the heft of the prey on the deck
in the heave and rolling wave of the sea.

The big thing to think about
what many of us do not
is who and where we are in this world.
So few know, but those whose working rhythm
is embedded in it, do.

A Saint Joseph medallion dangles from the rear-view mirror
of their pickup loaded with traps and pots
and its angry foul bumper stickers.
But when some mindless snob on autopilot
with cutters on his flashy yachts’ prop
tears through a line of pots all the day’s money’s gone
What’s Saint Joseph to do then
you have to keep asking.
Oh, they’re not paying what they used to, 3 bucks a pound,
not worth it sometimes when they’re 10 bucks afterward.
Every day, passing by the Dog Bar, offloading the stuff,
tired, returning to the slip, tie up, disembark
and, bone hope weary, might take to drink again.

In the coherence of this life,
(the faith and ceremonies, a Cardinal’s blessing
once a year doesn’t do much)
no matter how small it seems
faith punctuates the daily chores,
but it’s the rhythm of the lobsterman’s life
out and back again, bait and reap
that sustains as it does for all working men,
the doing of it.

Kent Bowker

 

Kent Bowker started with poetry at Berkeley in the Fifties, then became a physicist working mainly in optics.  His new book of poems is Katharsis: Sifting Through a Mormon Past.  He lives in Essex, next to the Great Marshes and is treasurer of the Charles Olson Society.

 

Remembering Charlie Movalli

Dennis Poirier

To celebrate the Cape Ann Museum’s exhibition Charles Movalli: Cape Ann & Beyond,  we asked Dennis Poirier to share some thoughts on his mentor and friend. 

The entrance to the Charles Movalli exhibition              at the Cape Ann Museum

I met Charlie for the first time on the steps of the gallery of Aldro Hibbard, in Rockport.  I was at that time renting the house from Mrs. Hibbard. It was a perfect place to meet him really. I moved to Maine soon after and it was to be many years later, in 2000, that I would see him again.

I was now showing at Bird’s Nest gallery in Bar Harbor, Maine. I had been painting with Mike Graves, and a group from Gloucester came up to paint too. The group included Dale Ratcliff, Carleen Muniz, Ramona Murray and a few others. Charlie came up in the fall of that season, when we all had dinner in October. Dale contacted me that she wanted to buy one of my small paintings of Gloucester that had been at Bird’s Nest gallery because it caught Charlie’s eye. I was thrilled that he wanted to own one of my paintings!  A few months later, I was at a show at the Rockport Art Association and he told me that he loved having it in his “Gloucester” collection. I was so pleased to hear that.

Gloucester Harbor © Dennis Poirier.           Purchased by Charles Movalli in 2000

I invited Dale and Charlie to come up to Maine and visit a local artist named Charles Andres. Dale told me that Charlie really enjoyed that visit since he was such a terrific writer of art history. Mr. Andres was a student of the great Harvey Dunn. He also had helped out on the book about Dean Cornwell. In his home he had original works by Dunn, Von Schmidt, and many beautiful Dean Cornwell paintings and drawings.  Charles Andres work was also on his walls of course.  I loved going to visit him, so I enjoyed sharing this with my art friends too! Don Stone also enjoyed meeting Charles Andres. It was like a museum of Golden age illustration!

Charlie and Dale once took me to breakfast after I had been rejected from the Rockport Art Association, in 2001 or 2002. Charlie predicted that I would win awards at Rockport and he turned out to be right. I have won more times at Rockport than at North Shore Arts in Gloucester where I grew up!

In 2013, I fell and broke my right wrist. I taught myself to paint left handed during my recovery. When Charlie broke his right arm my pal Caleb told him how I had painted lefty. Charlie emailed me and I told him, “Yes, try it!”  Sadly, it was my last email from him.

I was pretty blown away when Dale sent me a Christmas card with that final painting he worked on with his left hand. I enjoyed seeing it in the show at Cape Ann.

Heading for Port © 2016 Charles Movalli.                    This is Charles last painting, done with his left hand.

Just one thing more: Being half Sicilian (my mom was a Scandalito) I have what I like to call my Italian connection of artists, now all passed away— Joseph Santoro , Salvatore Grasso, Rudy Colao, and of course Charlie Movalli. All these men were very supportive, helpful and inspiring to me and all were good friends.  I sure miss them all.

Dennis Poirier

 

Dennis Poirier grew up in Gloucester, Massachusetts. The colors, sights, and sounds of the busy port and fishing fleet inspired Dennis to paint.
Dennis began his studies in high school and then went to Butera School of Art in Boston. He returned to Cape Ann to become the first student studying the Atelier System with John C. Terelak and Ted Goerschner at the newly formed Gloucester Academy of Fine Arts.  Later he moved to New York City to study at the Art Students League, winning the Charles J. Romans Memorial Award at his very first national exhibit at the Allied Artists of America Show. Dennis is a member of the North Shore Arts Association, and Rockport Art Association.

 

At the Cape Ann Museum on Saturday, April 22 at 2 p.m., a panel discussion, moderated by Sinikka Nogelo, artist and former host of the Cape Ann Report, and including friends, students and colleagues of Charles Movalli, will reflect on his amazing life and career. Panelists will include T.M. Nicholas, Mike Graves, Dennis Poirier, Charles Shurcliff, Marilyn Swift and Tom Gill.

Desert Penguin

by  

Eric Schoonover

Gloucester Winter © T. M. Nicholas

Gloucester Winter © T. M. Nicholas

I walk down the street that looks at the sea:
Gorton’s smoke and smells muddle, and I feel like a desert
penguin, scuffing the gaudy snow that falls and falls
and I look at the sea with its own wavy snowspots.

You said I could see over to County Mayo; hardly. But our
cousin’s from there. The harbor-birds hunch aboard housetops,
as I walk down the street that looks at the sea. They think of
a take-off, but then worry a full-flap landing, flashing the snow.

There’s nothing of her distant Ireland in view. Just wind, that’s all
and our cousin slaps the mop at the messy snow that I’ve tracked
on the floor as the window looks at the sea, streaked with its
melting snowdrops. Then she mingles her whiskey with weeping.

I feel that my life must flop in the snow and I borrow from the
colleen’s brew, for my days are like shadows constantly seeking
the white of the snow, of the flecked sea, of purity of thought
. . . as I walk down the street that looks at the sea.

11-13 February 2017

 

eric-schoonoverEric Schoonover, Professor Emeritus of American literature and literature of the sea, lives in a small 1735 Cape Ann cottage with his wife, a writer. His most recent book, Telling Tales, was published in 2016.

 

A NEIGHBORHOOD WIPED OUT

In the year 2000 one particular block in the City of Gloucester, MA had not changed in 100 years with the exception of the Sawyer Free Library onto which had been built a new wing.

Holding down the corner of Middle Street and Dale Avenue stood the Saunders house, built in 1764, converted for library use in 1884 with additions in 1913 and 1976. 

Sawyer Free Library showing 1913 and 1976 additions to 1764 Saunders house.

Sawyer Free Library showing 1913 and 1976 additions to 1764 Saunders house.

In 1800 Capt. Beach owned the old Saunders house with a large piece of land. In 1801 John Mason bought land from Beach and built a house which he then sold to Joseph Henderson and Samuel Gale for $1600 in 1807. Henderson and Gale who were also house wrights next sold the lot with the house for $1215 to Nathaniel and Charles Babson in 1810.  Along with the house, there was also a shop.  It is not clear whether this was a separate structure or was included within the house.

This Federal period house with the gable end on School Street was next owned by John W. Haskell for many years.  The main part of the house that faced Middle Street had replaced 2 over 2 window sash, popular in the Victorian period.  The ell of the house still had small paned 6 over 6 window sash that would have been original to the house.  Although set way back on School Street the house faced Middle Street.  In front of the house is another house that can be seen in the photo.  It was most likely the back of the home of John J. Somes that was later replaced by the Lorraine Apartments built nearly thirty years after this picture was taken in 1882. 

Later in the 19th century, the Lane family lived there.  The house was deeded to Maria Lane, wife of Edwin Lane of the fire department.  At that time the fire station was on Dale Avenue on the site of the Central Grammar Apartments today.  It was just steps from Lane’s house to the station.

This is a Corliss and Ryan photo taken about 1882.  Courtesy of the Cape Ann Museum

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Eventually, another house was built next door at 7 School Street.  This house was occupied by J. Warren Haskell, probably the son of John W. Haskell.  It was larger than the charming but small Federal at 3-5 School Street.

Benjamin F. Somes, bank president, lived on the corner of School and Middle in a Federal period house with a nice fanlight over the door.  John J. Somes, long time city clerk, lived in a modest Victorian house that was next door to Benjamin’s house but newer and closer to Middle Street.   Photo courtesy of Cape Ann Museum.

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The two Somes lots on the corner of Middle Street and School Street became the lot on which the Lorraine Apartments replaced the Somes houses about 1910.  School Street was between the Benjamin Somes house and the Congregational Church.  The Somes houses may have been moved to new locations in the city.

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The block in 1851.  Saunders house was then Dr. Davidson’s

Next door on the right side of the Lorraine Apartments on Middle Street was the former First Parish Church, in recent years the Temple Ahavat Achim. Continuing up School Street it soon intersects with Mason Street.  Mason Street is a sharp right-hand turn facing Central Grammar and the passageway to Dale Avenue next to the Sawyer Free Library.

On this short leg of Mason Street at #3 was the pretty Italianate house that was quite new when Corliss and Ryan photographed it in 1882.  Right behind it is the back of the First Parish Church.  The small chimneys indicate stove heat.  Fireplaces were no longer needed for heat. Through the trees on the left side of the house is the gable end of the old house that originally stood on the corner of Dale Avenue and Warren Street facing City Hall.

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In 1867 this piece of land was sold for $950 with no house on it.  In 1883 it was sold by Horatio Andrews to Emma Perkins with a house for $5000.

This handsome house has pairs of brackets under the eaves, the hallmark of the Italianate period in architecture so popular in Gloucester.  Chances are that it was built in the 1870s.  This photo is courtesy of Cape Ann Museum.

As late as the year 2000 this neighborhood was still as described.  The Saunders house with its library additions was still next door to the old First Parish Church with the Lorraine Apartments on the corner of Middle and School streets.

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Library and First Parish Meeting House as they appeared in the late 19th century.

 

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The Lorraine Apartments built as a hospital circa 1910. Burned 2007.

On School Street, the first house, the old Haskell house, was still standing at 3-5 School Street with the other Haskell house still standing next door at 7 School Street.  Turning the corner onto Mason Street was the Italianate house of the later 19th century.  This completes this block as it was in the year 2000 just before this long-time stable and established block began to change. 

The first house to go was the former pretty Italianate at 3 Mason Street.  The Sawyer Free Library, in anticipation of expanding to meet modern library needs, purchased the house for $229,000 and demolished it.

The library next focused on the two School Street houses.  On June 4, 2003, the library acquired 3-5 School Street for $339,000.  Just about two weeks later 7 School Street was acquired by the library for $350,000.  Both houses were demolished clearing three house lots in preparation for a larger library with some parking.

That ended the planned demolition but unplanned demolition continued to wreak havoc on this city block.

In December of 2007, a devastating fire destroyed the Lorraine Apartments with a loss of one life.  As the apartment house collapsed in flames it took the former First Parish Church, then Temple Ahavat Achim, with it completing the destruction of this block.  Only the old Saunders house with its 1913 and 1976 additions remained.  Now Gloucester was presented with a unique opportunity to redevelop this block and begin renovations to the library.  There was plenty of room for the library to spread out.  Kirk Noyes, representing the Gloucester Development Team who owns Central Grammar organized a charrette hoping for inspiration for exciting redevelopment. 

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The new contemporary Temple Ahavat Achim

Sadly, this opportunity to do something really wonderful slipped away as a poor reproduction of the Lorraine Apartments quickly rose from the ashes and a controversial Temple replaced the old converted first Parish Church, its contemporary design thought to be out of place in a small historic district struggling to survive the loss, recover from this major upheaval, and keep its identity.

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The reproduced Lorraine Apartments.

The money hoped for though an override for the library failed to materialize and the 2007 plans for expansion of the library were shelved.

With a new round of library funding available in 2017, the library has again jumped on board.  Having discarded the 2007 plans the building committee began anew and presented the city with a disappointing set of plans.  Although the interior would provide the much-desired features it was recommended that the 1976 library building be demolished and replaced with a very contemporary and controversial building designed by architects who apparently didn’t look at the surrounding area, consider the Gloucester Historic District or the 250-year-old Saunders house.  The city was shocked! The important Saunders house didn’t work for these architects so that would be put out to pasture unless someone could come up with a sensible idea for an architecturally important but 250-year-old detached piece of the library.  The new plan has yet to be approved and the land on School Street and Mason Street remains vacant but providing some parking for the library.  The newest plan does not call for expanding in the rear of the library where the old houses once stood.

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Nearly $1,000,000 in historic Gloucester houses was lost, a number of affordable rental units lost, nearly $1,000,000 in grounds work, a beautiful amphitheater and landscaping doomed if the plan goes through.  Now there are two sets of architectural drawings costing several hundred thousand dollars wasted if the plan isn’t approved or used.

Why wasn’t the Gloucester Historic District Commission or the Gloucester Historical Commission included in the planning?  There are a lot of unanswered questions.  For the time being, we are left with a decimated neighborhood and an application pending for funding for a new library that will make many people very unhappy if it ever gets approved.

Although it didn’t all come out of one pocket the expenses incurred and the loss of antique houses and rental units in an attempt to renew the library are huge.  I feel sorry those who have contributed so much such as the amphitheater named for the Randos and the new beautiful landscaping by Hillarie Holdsworth that would be destroyed.  I feel sorry for the Monells knowing that the beautiful and appropriate building their father designed would callously be bulldozed.

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The new amphitheater for the library. Dedicated to the parents of John Rando.

When and if a new library gets built, whatever the design, it will represent a very costly trial and error attempt. There has been insufficient regard for the old Saunders house, the Gloucester Historic District, the National Register designation, or the civic-minded individuals who contributed time and money so generously in support of their library to make it better. 

 

Prudence FishPrudence Fish, of Lanesville, is a published author and expert on antique New England houses. Read Prudence Fish’s blog, Antique Houses of Gloucester and Beyond.

THE SAUNDERS HOUSE 1764

The Saunders house in October of 1958 before the addition of the Monell building. Harold Dexter photo, courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM

The Saunders house in October of 1958 before the addition of the Monell building. Harold Dexter photo, courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM

Perhaps no other house in the City of Gloucester has gone through as dramatic a metamorphosis as the mansion built by Thomas Sanders, Jr. in the pre-revolutionary days of 1764.  It was located on a prominent piece of land next door to the First Parish meeting house on Middle Street consisting of 3.5 acres.  The seller was William Ellery, Jr.  The date was May 5, 1764.

In this deed Thomas spelled his name without a “u”; Sanders.  When the Gloucester Preservation Committee provided a historic plaque for the house in the 1980s it was called the Thomas Sanders house.  The Registry of Deeds in Salem refers to Sanders when you look for Saunders.  However, when the house was sold to Capt. Beach in 1784 the name on the deed was Saunders.

Middle Street was laid out in the 1730s.  It was originally called Cornhill Street but by the time Thomas Saunders built his house it was called MiddleStreet.  Middle Street was midway between Fore Street now called Main Street and Back Street or High Streets, the old names for Prospect Street.

Here are more of the Georgians with gambrel roofs like the Saunders house lining Middle Street. Harold Dexter photo, 1958, Courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM

Here are more of the Georgians with gambrel roofs like the Saunders house lining Middle Street. Harold Dexter photo, 1958, Courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM

Most of the houses on Middle Street were built in the Georgian period, 1730-1790 approximately.  In the Harbor Village, especially on Middle Street, Georgian houses were built with gambrel roofs.  This was not necessarily true elsewhere but on Middle Street gambrel roofs prevailed.  True to form, Thomas Sanders’ house had a gambrel roof looking much like the neighboring houses including the William Dolliver house next door at 90 Middle Street.

This is the William Dolliver house next door to the Saunders house of similar size with a similar gambrel roof. The church is the Baptist Church taken down years ago, Photo by Harold Dexter, Oct. 1958 Courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM

This is the William Dolliver house next door to the Saunders house of similar size with a similar gambrel roof. The church is the Baptist Church that was taken down years ago, Photo by Harold Dexter, Oct. 1958 Courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM

The interior of the Sanders house was as good as they come. It had a pair of twin chimney which meant that inside the front door was a commodious, front to back center hall not possible in a house with a central chimney. The staircase was a great staircase with three balusters to a stair.  It had a very gradual ascent with wide treads and low risers.  The undercut spiral newel post was very beautiful and of the type only found in the best houses.

The design for the house probably came from an English pattern book.  There were no American pattern books; they would come later.  The colonists still looked to London for style and American housewrights were still using English pattern books when building the finest houses in America.

On the southeast corner opening right off the hall was a formal parlor.  This room was superb.  There had paneling on all four walls with bolection moldings.  It had window seats. The interior chimney was flanked by alcoves.  The paneling in these alcoves has the ability to be opened so that when entertaining these two rooms can be joined and communicate with each other, allowing a free flow between the two rooms.  The room in the rear may have a hidden fireplace but it is covered, most likely allowing the boiler in the cellar to be vented through that flue.

The other side of the house once had a matching chimney but alterations have obliterated most of the features on that side of the house and the chimney has been removed.  There is no sign of the original kitchen or cooking fireplace that was probably part of the missing chimney or perhaps in a kitchen ell off the back of the house.

Thomas died and his administrator sold the house to Capt. John Beach in November of 1784.  John Beach was a very flamboyant individual and under his ownership, the stately Georgian house began to change drastically.

In 1802 Capt. Beach hired Gloucester’s best builder, Jacob Smith, who would soon be building the Universalist Church, to build a major addition to the top of Beach’s house. This addition was like none that we have ever seen on a house, in Gloucester or anywhere in New England or beyond.

Off went the gambrel roof.  A third story was added to the house that had a footprint that was slightly smaller than the footprint of the original house so that the house was now tiered, with more tiers to come.  The house probably acquired a balustrade around the roof at the top of the second floor.

Most dramatic is what Beach did next.  He built an observatory at the fourth-floor level that reached a height of five stories and more.  What follows almost defies credibility.  One story of an unknown source claims that Beach made these changes because of being perturbed that the newer three-story house across the street, built by John Stevens Ellery, circa 1790, was blocking Beach’s view of the harbor.  He overcame that problem in a big way.

This observatory was an octagon 22.5 feet in diameter.  It filled the space between the two twin chimneys.  In the attic, the footings for the observatory can still be seen.  One side still has a threshold indicating that someone in the observatory could go outside onto the roof and probably walk around the observatory protected from falling by a balustrade.

A newspaper clipping from Friday, May 31, 1878, provides a description of this incredible observatory.

“It was an octagon two stories high having five large elliptical windows in the lower story. The second story was circular and had five circular topped windows.  The whole thing was “surmounted by a dome, like the State House in Boston.”  It must have resembled a tiered wedding cake or maybe it resembled a church steeple with a dome instead of a spire.

These new levels added to the house was reached by a beautiful staircase that was the epitome of the new Federal style with slender square balusters and a rather dainty handrail, a big departure from the heaviness of the Georgian period and its grand staircase below.  The lovely staircase is there but now terminates in a windowless attic.  Perhaps Beach was inspired by Jefferson’s Monticello or the more modest but spectacular belvedere atop Lord Timothy Dexter’s house in Newburyport.

The flat roof surrounding the observatory is still covered with roofing material but it wasn’t enough to keep the flat roof from leaking to the extent that in November of 1827 it necessitated removal of this incredible addition.  The description of this addition has survived but there was no photography at that time and no paintings or drawings have yet been found to show what this really looked like.  If not for the octagon footings still present in the attic as evidence of what had been there, the extent of this addition might have been lost for all time.

Capt. Beach left Gloucester for Chillicothe, Ohio.  The estate was sold at auction by Thomas Penhallow of Portsmouth, NH on October 23, 1828, just after the removal of the observatory.  Penhallow was the son in law of John Beach. The new owner was Dr. William Ferson who paid $1,320 for the property.

Now this great house continues on its journey as this story gets stranger!

After the sale to Dr. Ferson, in the summer of 1828, someone placed a document in the top of one of the gate posts revealing the history of the house.  This document was found by Dr. Davidson on June 15, 1850. Dr. Davidson’s mother, Phoebe Davidson, had purchased the house in 1849 for $6,500.

It next became the property of William Pew in 1878.  According to the newspaper, “Pew is making marked improvements on the Davidson property.  The garden spot will be made very attractive, and when the building is moved 13 feet to the westward, it will make one of the most desirable residences in this city.  In order to make this improvement a complete one, it will be necessary to cut down the rise on Dale Avenue, some 18 inches and there will probably be a petition presented to the City Government to make this change of grade.” The newspaper goes on to say that the property is in good condition and will not need many renovations on the interior.

Apparently, its new owner thought that it needed renovation on the outside, if not the inside!  It was William Pew who Victorianized the house, once again taking it to new heights so that even Capt. Beach would not have recognized his former home that he, himself, had transformed into a one-of-a-kind property back in 1802.  Under Pew’s ownership, it became the ultimate Victorian showplace.

Here is the old Georgian house already 100 year old transformed into a high styled Victorian house.

Here is the old Georgian house already 100 years old transformed into a high-styled Victorian house.

As if this house hadn’t gone through enough already in its first one hundred years, now it was going to be picked up and moved thirteen feet and required regarding Dale Avenue!  Will this metamorphosis ever stop?  Now, a tower was added to the front almost reaching the height of the long gone observatory of Capt. Beach.

In 1884 William Pew sold the property to Samuel Sawyer who purchased it for future library use.  The cost was $20,000.

At an unknown date the tower, piazzas, and fancy portico added by Pew were removed and a much more restrained house, the one we are used to seeing, emerged.

This photo shows how close the Saunders house was to the church. The Saunders house itself had a close call when that building, then Temple Ahavat Achim, burned. This is another Harold Dexter photo. Courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM.

This photo shows how close the Saunders house was to the church. The Saunders house itself had a close call when that building, then Temple Ahavat Achim, burned. This is another Harold Dexter photo. Courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM.

A duplex antique house, which stood across the street from the Saunders house on the corner of Dale Ave and Warren Street, was removed.  Here is a rare photo of that house taken by Harold Dexter in 1958. Several other buildings in the neighborhood have disappeared over the years.

 This small but antique duplex house stood on the corner of Dale Avenue and Warren Street facing City Hall. It was removed at an unknown date but was still there in 1958 when Harold Dexter photographed it. Photo courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM.

This small but antique duplex house stood on the corner of Dale Avenue and Warren Street facing City Hall. It was removed at an unknown date but was still there in 1958 when Harold Dexter photographed it. Photo courtesy of Dawn Dexter and CAM.

By the beginning of the 21st century, it was obvious that work needed to be done on the Saunders house.  The old panes of glass were falling out of the window sash of the third floor, and wood used to cover the holes.  The outside was badly in need of paint.

In the early days of the 21 century the Saunders house was looking very shabby and in dire need of help. Much work was done at this time and the interior and exterior stabilized. P. Fish Photo

In the early days of the 21 century, the Saunders house was looking very shabby and in dire need of help. Much work was done at this time and the interior and exterior stabilized.   P. Fish Photo

Now the house built by Thomas Sanders/Saunders is again at a crossroad.  What will happen next?  The library, in its enthusiasm to expand with a completely new facility, finds that the money for which they are seeking comes with strings attached.  The poor old Sanders house that has gone through so much and survived so long, is not handicapped accessible and so cannot be used for library purposes if they are to get the funding needed to carry out their plan.  Therefore, the latest iteration of a plan for expansion completely cuts off the umbilical cord to the house, leaving it an orphan, standing by itself, detached from the library with no purpose on the horizon.

Sawyer endowed the library with $20,000 in addition to previous gifts amounting to more than $15,000.  Sam Sawyer, in giving the property for a library stated the following. “No part of the estate shall be alienated, but they shall be held sacredly in trust and in perpetuity”….”which shall be devoted to the use of the citizens especially, and to strangers so far as may be considered advisable by a majority of the Board of Directors, who shall have power to make by-laws and Rules for the government of the corporation”.

In 1913 the Sawyer Free Library was expanded with a new stacks addition added to the rear of the library.

In 1976 a large up-to-date addition was designed by local architect, Don Monell.  This addition has been the heart and soul of the library for the last forty years.   It is a low-key design, contemporary but reflecting the hipped roof of the Saunders house and with windows that visually link it to City Hall.  A recent improvement has been walkways and gardens designed by Hilarie Holdsworth complimenting the new amphitheater.

This is the most recent addition; an amphitheater dedicated to the parents of John Rando and due to his generosity. P. Fish photo

This is the most recent addition; an amphitheater dedicated to the parents of John Rando and due to his generosity.   P. Fish photo

Don Monell also designed the new Cape Ann Museum building (also attached to an old house) with an eye for having it work well with the library addition and City Hall, the centerpiece between the two newer buildings.  It was a good plan providing our city with a group of attractive buildings forming a Civic Center for Gloucester.

Here is The Saunders house as it stands today with the 1913 stack section bridging the gap between the old Saunders house and the 1976 contemporary wing designed by Don Monell. The roofline of the newest part reflects the hipped roof of the Saunders house. Each section is proportioned not to compete with the Saunders house and not to look like “the tail wagging the dog”. The position of the Saunders house is respected by the Monell building P. Fish photo

Here is The Saunders house as it stands today with the 1913 stack section bridging the gap between the old Saunders house and the 1976 contemporary wing designed by Don Monell. The roofline of the newest part reflects the hipped roof of the Saunders house. Each section is proportioned not to compete with the Saunders house and not to look like “the tail wagging the dog”. The position of the Saunders house is respected by the Monell building P. Fish photo

So where do we go from here?  The next chapter has yet to be written.  It is fervently hoped that this more than 250-year-old house is treated gently and with the respect it has earned as it enters a new and uncertain chapter.

 

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***On Wednesday, January 11 at 6:30 p.m., there will be a public meeting on the main floor of the Sawyer Library to get public input on the library’s proposal to build a new facility.  Those who attend will be able to view the proposed plan, which includes demolishing the current main structure designed by noted architect Don Monnell and eliminating the new garden, as well as isolating the historic Saunders house to a fate unknown.  The library wants those who attend to “ask questions and give their opinions.”  This will be an important meeting and we urge all who have questions and concerns about a project that is destined change the face of Gloucester’s civic center to attend and speak out.***

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Prudence FishPrudence Fish, of Lanesville, is a published author and expert on antique New England houses. Read Prudence Fish’s blog, Antique Houses of Gloucester and Beyond.

 

The Gloucester Civic and Garden Council

It’s hard to separate the Gloucester Civic and Garden Council from its founder, Betty (Elizabeth G., Mrs. Peter) Smith. They both took public leadership at a time in community history when Urban Renewal was sweeping away the sagging vestiges of the waterfront and environmental activism had not yet stirred the popular mind.

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Betty Smith
From the video Gloucester: The Light, The Quality, The Time, The Place
by Henry Ferrini and Martin Ray, 1978

Beginning in the mid-1960s the Gloucester Civic and Garden Council became re-visionists, suppliers of preservation alternatives to decay and disposal. They held up a mirror to local resources and invited – or demanded – positive action. They contributed to a physical and spiritual renaissance on Cape Ann.

It was the Gloucester Civic and Garden Council who advocated for sparing The Stone Jug, Fitz Henry Lane’s studio tucked within the harborside barrios being demolished for new industry.

They fundraised and sponsored fifty street tree plantings on the occasion of Gloucester’s 350th Anniversary. They collaborated with the Department of Public Works to construct raised granite traffic islands. They tended geraniums in Downtown planters.

Flanagan Square at Prospect and Main Streets

Flannagan Square at Prospect and Main Streets Created under the auspices of the Gloucester Civic and Garden Council

The Gloucester Civic and Garden Council articulated our fondness for the entrance to Cape Ann, fought against a proposed motel development alongside Route 128, succeeded in purchasing the land and donating it to the Essex County Greenbelt Association in 1967 as The Window on the Marsh. Ultimately they conserved open space on both sides of the highway giving views to the Annisquam River estuaries. Ten years later Betty Smith could reflect with satisfaction. “We’ve been given something very choice, and I think that most people in Gloucester have this sense of stewardship that this is something that must be maintained, and it’s for everybody, and it’s for now and for the future.”

The Window on the Marsh as seen from Rte 128

The Window on the Marsh as seen from Rte 128

One day, in 1983, Cape Anners woke up to find State engineers installing concrete safety barriers at the gateway to Gloucester, pulling shades down on The Window to the Marsh. The ‘improvements’ were removed when the Civic and Garden Council spearheaded local opposition.

State contractors installing Jersey barriers on Rte 128 Gloucester Daily Times photo, May 21, 1983

State contractors installing Jersey barriers on Rte 128
Gloucester Daily Times photo, May 21, 1983

Nearly adjacent to the Window on the Marsh the DeMoulas Market Basket Company proposed a shopping center on the old drive-in movie site. The Civic and Garden Council reprised its case against commercializing the natural beauty, augmented by concerns about wetlands pollution and multiplying Wingaersheek beach traffic congestion at Concord Street. It attracted substantial allies and funds for a ‘war chest.’

Audience reacts to City Council ruling against the DeMoulas shopping center permit L to r: former Gloucester Mayor Bob French, GCGC President Louise Loud, Betty Smith, GCGC Treasurer Adah Marker, attorney Suzanne Howard Gloucester Daily Times photo, May 14, 1986

Audience reacts to City Council ruling against the DeMoulas shopping center permit
L to r: former Gloucester Mayor Bob French, GCGC President Louise Loud,
Betty Smith, GCGC Treasurer Adah Marker, attorney Suzanne Howard
Gloucester Daily Times photo, May 14, 1986

The shopping center campaign gave evidence that the Civic and Garden Council had matured as a political force. The hands applauding victory at City Hall wore velvet gloves.

Its members helped organize the Downtown Development Commission. Betty Smith framed the core values at stake. “It really is the heart of our city, and it’s been the heart over so many years. It’s a place where people can come together. I think it’s a zestier, gutsier place than a shopping center ever could be. I think it’s terribly important.”

Traffic Island at Main Street and Eastern Avenue Created under the auspices of the Gloucester Civic and Garden Council

Traffic Island at Main Street and Eastern Avenue
Created under the auspices of the Gloucester Civic and Garden Council

Mac Bell, a downtown businessman, and former city councilor recalled Betty Smith’s leadership: “She was an eloquent communicator… .’If you’d like to participate,’ she’d say, ‘we’d love to have you join us.  We’ll introduce you and make you feel a member of the club.’”

“She was irrefutable,” Bell said. “There was nothing coming from Betty that could give you any reason to say ‘No’ to her. It’s kind of like saying ‘No’ to the Fairy Tooth Mother.  What is there not to like about the Fairy Tooth Mother? That’s part of the special – I don’t know if the word ‘beautific’ is right – but she was shining in the light. A little bit of a Mother Theresa of trees. What is there not to appreciate and respect about giving love and support to trees and flowers around this absolute gift of a paradise we live in?”

The Civic and Garden Council determined to honor Betty by creating a sanctuary alongside “The Boulevard” walkway where Gloucester people could enjoy the harbor view. Her friend Walker Hancock contributed his sculpture Triton as a centerpiece to the Elizabeth Gordon Smith Park.

Triton, sculpted by Walker Hancock The Elizabeth Gordon Smith Park

Triton, sculpted by Walker Hancock
The Elizabeth Gordon Smith Park

Triton, sculpted by Walker Hancock The Elizabeth Gordon Smith Park

Triton, sculpted by Walker Hancock
The Elizabeth Gordon Smith Park

Gloucester Tree Warden, John Alto, escorted Betty to the Park dedication ceremony in 1990. Daisy Nell opened the moment with the song “Give Yourself to Love.” Betty’s successor, as President of the Civic and Garden Council, Louise Loud, welcomed guests from across the community spectrum. Adah Marker, the long-time Council Treasurer, reluctantly came to the microphone at Betty’s prompting to acknowledge the hard work, the contributions, and the inspiration. “You don’t say ‘No’ to Betty,” she began.

 


Martin Ray
settled in Gloucester in 1972 due to his maternal grandparents having a summer home on the shore in Lanesville, which became a gathering place for family members.  Before organizing his own landscape gardening company, he worked part-time at Peter Smith’s publishing warehouse in Magnolia. In 1982, Betty Smith invited him to become a Director of the Gloucester Civic and Garden Council. Although currently retired from the profession, he remains a Director of the Council.  For several years Martin has maintained the blog, Notes from Halibut Point, which is dedicated to the preservation of the State Park near his home. Each posting consists of essays that combine social and natural history, as well as, photographs from Martin’s personal collection.

Peace on Earth

Winter in Gloucester Frederick Mulhhaupt (1871-1938)

Winter in Gloucester                                   Frederick Mulhhaupt (1871-1938)

I love the smell of evergreen
in a not-yet frost-covered Wood.
Mother Nature provides the forest scenes
that do our Spirits good.
I’m grateful for the sounds I hear,
like the music of my Grandchildren’s laughter.
A cherished gift my heart will hold dear
this Season, and ever after.
I’m grateful for the sights I see,
like the love in the eyes of my wife.
Special moments with friends and family
are the most precious gifts of Life.
No expensive present or shiny things
can fill my heart with mirth.
It’s the little things that Christmas brings
which provide my Peace on Earth.

 

 

jimmy-tarantinoJames Tarantino (Jimmy T.) is an exemplary outdoor enthusiast who heralds his love of family, his friends, and his passion for all things Gloucester.

Joe Garland Speaks

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Joe Garland (with Capt. Jim Sharp and Leon Poindexter) at the wheel of schooner Adventure, September 1988.       Photo © Peter Freed

 

“Let us hold back the world that is banging at our door, threatening to engulf and overwhelm us with its false promises of progress.”

–Joseph E. Garland, July 14, 1973

 

            Forty-four years ago, the late Gloucester writer and historian Joe Garland gave a talk at the Cape Ann Historical Association (now the Cape Ann Museum) as part of Gloucester’s celebration of the city’s 350th anniversary.   In his talk, Garland looked back at the city’s rich maritime history and forward to what he projected might be our future.  The text of Garland’s talk was printed in full in the Gloucester Times, headlined, “Garland calls on Gloucester to ‘hold back the world.’”  To remember Garland’s death five years ago, and to suggest how prescient his words were, Enduring  Gloucester presents the following excerpts from his talk.

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Gloucester © Reed Kay (b. 1925)

Climb up by Lane’s stone studio on the rise of Duncan’s today and look out over the harbor and the city, and you are bound to complain or thank God  that Gloucester has remained pretty much the same old Gloucester.  No plywood skyscrapers here.

Here in Gloucester, I say, let us resist change.  Let us stand pat and defend ourselves against it with all the underlying sullenness and apathy at our command.

Let us hold back the world that is banging at our door, threatening to engulf and overwhelm us with its false promises of progress.

Let us burn the bridges on developers, mobile home parks, shopping centers, fast food joints, convention hotels, condominiums, apartments, jerry- built bungalows, marinas and motels.

Our roads are constipated with cars and trucks and motorcycles, and our waters with Clorox-bottle boats.  Our roadsides, our fields, our commons, our woods, our parks, our marshes, our waterfront and our beaches are one continuous, ever-replenishing dump.

Our atmosphere, way out here at sea as we are, reeks with the eye- smarting stink of gasoline and diesel exhaust fumes, and the song of the warbler in the treetop is fractured by the vapid racket of the joyrider.

Why on earth must we grow?  Who says we have to?  To what end and for what purpose?  To line whose pockets?  To serve whose self-interest must we bring more and more and more people to Cape Ann?

Let us protect our open spaces with iron-fisted jealousy.  Let us throw every obstacle that enlightened paranoia can invent in the way of the further expansion of the tourist business.  Let us recycle all remaining copies of The Gloucester Guide [Garland’s own book] Oh, those trippers!  They’re a plague and a blight; let us put them to flight.

If our future depends on tourists, then we are selling our birthright for one big mess.  As for the backpackers and their bicycles, why not?

The point is that there is plenty of slack to be taken up within the limits of our present population level.   For one thing, year round industrial diversification can rid us of that depressing combination of involuntary servitude and low aspiration, which characterizes the seasonal employment pattern of tourism and sectors of the fish processing industries.  There is lots of room here for upward movement into stable well-paying jobs with self-respect and challenge to them, without moving to any great extent out of the Gloucester labor market.

A principal reason why our unemployment is so high, it strikes me, is the super-high number of junk jobs in town.  Faced with the choice, I’d be tempted to “collect,” as they say, myself.

The availability of higher quality jobs raises personal income, purchasing power and aspirations, stimulates interest in better education and local government, which leads to a demand for better services, which leads to a better life, and who knows where that may lead? Even maybe to an addition to the library in our lifetimes.

But always I am drawn back to the harbor.  It’s our heart, as it’s always been, and our future.  Depending upon the eventual success of a marine resources management program in reversing the trend of depletion in the fisheries—and it will succeed because it is too important to the race to fail—we can look to that same prospect for an interesting future in our most ancient industry.

If we can stick with it and hold on, there is bound to be a resurgence of fresh fishing from Gloucester, which can revive us as a major port for the capturing and marketing of what is coming to be more widely recognized as the healthiest protein in the human diet.

Probably a dose of protectionism applied in the right places wouldn’t hurt.  This country needs its own fishing sanctuaries, and urgently, and its own domestic fleet to fish them; the one will follow on the other, as it always has, but the government must provide the shield.

For Gloucester the game is never up.  We here now are the legatee for a moment in time, of a rare place on earth.  Nowhere in the Western Hemisphere, perhaps, has the inheritance of so single minded a pursuit and so singular a way of life been passed from hand to hand in such an unbroken continuity as here.

And very few communities anywhere in the world can match our tradition of local self-government, a companion legacy not at all unrelated to the spirit of the fisherman, which has been kept alive here for 331 years since our incorporation as a town in 1642.

These twin preoccupations of ours, fishing and freedom, have always thriven on adversity.  If this generation keeps the sparks flying and afire, the future of old Gloucester can, and most likely will, take care of itself for quite a few more years to come.

 

October

Autumn at the Shore. Joseph Eliot Enneking (1881 - 1942)

Autumn at the Shore.                            Joseph Eliot Enneking (1881 – 1942)

The leaves are falling

The dense green wall of foliage slowly disappears

into yellows, oranges, mixed greens,

the growing bronze of towering oaks,

dots of scarlet here and there,

and in this thinning, vistas opening up:

more than we can,

for it is about us, of course in the long run

though we may not see it that way,

for the vistas opening here, always it seems

to the sea.

The sea that surrounds this island of Beau Port, Gloucester

or the sea tide that floods the marshes

our island sea

it’s sad for those who cannot open up

closeted in importance, or lost in drug fueled evasion

who can’t feel the ebb and flooding surges

of this sea in us and around us.

Kent Bowker
October 20, 2016

 

Kent BowkerKent Bowker started with poetry at Berkeley in the Fifties, then became a physicist working mainly in optics.  His new book of poems is Katharsis: Sifting Through a Mormon Past.  He lives in Essex, next to the Great Marshes and is treasurer of the Charles Olson Society.

 

 

Cut from the Same Cloth

Lori Sanborn

Grandmother and Child Sewing. Friedrich Pondel (b. 1836)

Grandmother and Child Sewing.          Friedrich Pondel (b. 1836)

While there are 7,404,976,783 people in this world, I wholeheartedly believe that a handful of them were put here just for me. And the same goes for all of you.  These individuals are the ones that we feel connected to on the deepest possible level.  The ones that think the exact thoughts at the same moment we do. The ones that have shared eerily similar experiences to ours.  The ones that just get us and make us feel at home with all of our thoughts, dreams, fears, feelings and humor no matter how odd or bizarre they may be. Some people call these special ones soulmates or kindred spirits. Regardless of their name, these are the people that make our lives truly meaningful.

I have been fortunate enough to have already encountered a handful of these spiritual connections. Many of these individuals have come and gone in my life.  And although I may have wanted most of them to remain by my side forever, I am glad that I was able to experience these connections regardless of how long or short our time was together.  These people have given me some of my most cherished memories and made me feel special beyond words. I love that I am experiencing one of these connections as we speak, but it’s even cooler to witness my daughter have her first.

Emmy & Ryder Sanborn and her great-grandmother Millie Sanborn.

Emmy & Ryder Lewis and their great-grandmother Millie Sanborn.

Millie Sanborn is the great-grandmother to my daughter, Emerson.  Millie and Emmy are birds of a feather.  We jokingly call my Grandmother, “the bag lady,” for her reputation of having hundreds of items shoved into bags around her apartment.  At five years old, Emmy has already developed quite the name for herself over stashing crap into bags.  Plastic bags.  Ziploc Bags. Brown bags. You name the bag and Emerson has crammed 30 Shopkins or 15 princess figures into it.  Each time a family member finds one, we smile and mouth the name, “Millie.”

Both of our girls have a fondness for arts and crafts. Millie has always loved to attend the holiday fairs around Gloucester and has knitted hats for countless newborns for over twenty years.  Emmy spends hours each week gluing odds and ends onto paper to make the perfect figure or scene. Just last night, Emmy used various colors of strings to create the perfect Batwoman. Our ladies are always the loudest singers in the room. While Emmy’s stage is usually our kitchen or living room, Millie has been known to let tunes fly in Church, even brightening funerals by belting out the chosen hymn.  Both are true masters of speaking without a filter.  I can no longer count the amount of times their bluntness has blown my mind.

Yet what has stunned me even more is how deeply these two are connected.  Between the hours of two and three in the morning on November 7th, Millie struggled to breathe.  The ambulance and fire department arrived on the scene in Lanesville to check on my grandmother. Ironically, at the same time in downtown Gloucester, Emmy was battling the chills and a high fever that culminated with her covering her dear mother in throw up.  I am an optimist by nature, but I admittedly feared the worst.  What if our Millie passed away before Emmy had the chance to get one more Sunday visit to Gram’s in?

Millie is 92 years old and many have shared that they have witnessed her to be very confused or lost.  But let me tell you, each and every single time I bring Emmy to Grammie’s house on Sunday, Millie’s mind is as sharp as a tack.  In fact, I have yet to witness my grandmother bring anything except her A game.  After every Brierwood Street visit, my mother always asks, “How was Grammie today?” My response is always the same, “She was great.”  And when these two girls are together, they both always are.

I turned to the Universe to ask for help.  “Please let Emmy and Millie be together again.” As always, the Universe delivered.  At mid-morning on November the 8th,  Emmy jumped up out of a deep sleep covered in sweat.  Her fever had broken.  At almost the exact same moment, my mother who was by my Grandmother’s bedside in the ICU at Addison Gilbert Hospital, texted me to reveal that Millie was doing better.  Coincidence? Not a chance. These two are cut from the same cloth.

~Lori Sanborn

 

lori-sanbornLori Sanborn was born in Gloucester and returned to live permanently in our seaside community three years ago. She has been a public educator for 12 years, and is currently the Assistant Principal of Swampscott Middle School.  Lori is most proud of her role as mother to her children, Emerson and Ryder.