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A Little Magazine
by and for the
Residents of Southport
Number 29
July 2012
Photo:Diane Roberts
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A Few of My Favorite Things
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Unlike more deliberate residents who mulled over their decision to move to Southport for months or even years, Billie and I moved to the Cape almost on a whim (but one we had fantasized about for decades). We came, we saw Southport, we liked what we saw, and we went for it. But once we landed here, in the late fall of 2009, reality set in. Winter was about to set in. What now?
Well, it's worked out better than we ever could have imagined. We found new friends, so many new things to do and so many places to explore that we've never found time to be bored. Here are three of the nearby special places that we've come to value and appreciate.
The Cotuit Art Center Recently, I listened to four incredibly talented musicians play beautiful classical music in the Cotuit Art Center Gallery. The venue was less than 20 minutes away, and the setting was intimate--almost like having a concert in my living room--and the price was reasonable. Cotuit's year-round schedule is jam-packed with music of every stripe, exhibits, plays and other events. It has become one of our favorite destinations, notable for the variety, accessibility and affordability of its offerings.
Heritage Gardens & Museums The rhododendrons were, as usual, magnificent in May, and the daylily, hosta and hydrangea gardens are in full bloom this month. One of the three just-big-enough museums is hosting an unusually interesting exhibit on the work of Norman Rockwell. The variety of exhibits--antique automobiles, folk art and Rockwell--plus the perfectly maintained landscape, make Heritage the ideal place to take our adult guests, and there's plenty for the kids to do, as well. Visitors of every age can ride the antique carousel for free.
Highfield Hall This restored 19th century mansion, Falmouth's original summer estate, has a beautiful setting and a fascinating history. It's become one of the liveliest cultural centers on the Cape, presenting first rate art exhibits and concerts. Lectures, cooking lessons, art lessons, nature walks and family events round out a program with a little something (actually, quite a lot)
for everyone.
David Kapp, Editor
davidkapp@comcast.net
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NEW IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Myles & Charlotte Winkler
an interview with Joy Evans
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Charlotte & Myles Winkler
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Myles and Charlotte Winkler moved to Southport from Long Island in January. They loved Long Island but felt it was a good time to move closer to their daughters, both of whom live in Massachusetts, and Southport met most of their requirements. They also have a son in Connecticut and another in Washington State. They miss their friends and family back in New York, of course, but have quickly learned to love Southport for its activities and its friendly people.
Jumping in with both feet, Myles and especially Charlotte have joined in all sorts of groups and classes. They both play bocce and Charlotte plays a little golf. Myles plays gin rummy and enjoys the Men's Coffee Hour. Charlotte has joined the Monday Book Club, which is no surprise since she is a retired school media specialist and children's librarian. She also does aerobics and yoga, has joined the Garden Club and attends the Ladies' Coffee Hour; both attend the Brown Bag Luncheons. Their daughters tease them about their busy schedules and have been known to ask, "Well, Mom, how's camp?" They laugh along with the good-natured ribbing--and continue to investigate new activities.
Myles and Charlotte were childhood sweethearts who met while they were teenage camp counselors in the Bronx. They married young and have celebrated their 60th anniversary. Myles was in the Air Force and then had a career in sales while Charlotte became a teacher. She pursued a Masters degree in library science and, at one point, was in charge of 11 school libraries and spent nine years on the local public library board. She is most impressed with the Southport Library and understands the amount of organization and work required to run such an efficient system.
The Winklers love to travel and have been all over the world, with the exception of Australia. They have traveled by every means possible but have a particular fondness for riverboat cruises, most of which carry no more than 150 passengers. Myles likes to meet and get to know people and usually manages to meet almost every guest during the cruise. When asked what their favorite destinations have been, Charlotte chose Egypt and the Orient. Myles said that wherever they had visited last was always his favorite.
Included in their many interests is a fascinating hobby, or perhaps it's more accurate to call it an avocation. Their daughter Ann, who lives in Wellfleet, is a CPA and also is a used and rare book dealer. Myles and Charlotte traveled all over Long Island attending estate sales, yard sales, book fairs, and thrift shops, buying books for Ann to resell. They concentrated mainly on children's books but were always on the lookout for any unusual books. They had a rule never to spend more than $1.00 for a book and often would discover 25 or 30 in a weekend. They got to know all the local dealers, who would call them if they had something of interest. Ann would turn down a few of their finds but often was able to turn a profit from their contributions. Their very best purchase was an original copy of Bambi, written in German and signed by the author. Written before Disney got involved and made Bambi popular, they bought the book for fifty cents and it turned out to be a real treasure. A find of that value is rare, but they have turned up many interesting books. They plan to renew their hunting expeditions and become familiar with dealers on the Cape and surrounding areas.
In addition to all of their other activities, the Winklers enjoy spending time with their six grandchildren and hope to see them more often now that they live closer to them. Their life here at Southport is busy, and they are delighted at how quickly their new neighbors are becoming good friends.
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POETRY
Red Wine Blue
by Lydia Biersteker
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Red Wine blue
Hello glass of red, I'm blue, together, you and me, we make purple, the color of passion, the color of magic. Abracadabra! Aubergine, amethyst, indigo, all brilliant, beautiful purples. Pansies, violas, they all wear the color gladly, speaking of which, gladiola! Lilacs, sweet, sweeter than wine. Lavender, heather, cabernet, merlot, pinot noir. Oaky, smokey, scent of blue. Can you smell the color blue? The blood in my veins pulses purple neath my skin but flows forth red. I'm feeling purply, red wine blue.
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TRAVEL
California. Here We Came!
Karlyn Curran and Friends
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Nineteen Southporters joined 12 other travelers from the Boston area at the San Francisco Airport on June 1, all of us eager to explore the beauty of Northern California. We were met by our guide, David, and following a quick lunch, took an extensive bus tour of San Francisco. That evening we enjoyed a great dinner at a restaurant on Pier 39 at Fisherman's Wharf.
The next morning dawned typical San Francisco foggy but midway across the Golden Gate Bridge the fog lifted and we were on our way to Muir Woods to walk among the towering redwoods. After a leisurely lunch in Sausalito, we took the ferry back across San Francisco Bay. The rest of our day was free to do as we pleased.
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Eileen Krowl, Starr Trudeau, Ali Post, Karlyn Curran & Maureen Rounds riding the hills of San Francisco in pedicabs.
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Ali Post...
Brenda, Sheila, Eileen, Starr, Maureen, Karlyn and I took off by pedicab and rode up and down the hills of San Francisco to Club Fugazi to see the cabaret, "Beach Blanket Babylon." You'd have to experience it to believe it! Current satire with outlandish costumes and hats as big as Greyhound buses! It's a San Francisco institution that has been running for almost 40 years. After the show we went next door to Capp's, a family style Italian restaurant with red checkered tablecloths and great food. Then we caught a cable car back to the hotel. A fun time and lots of laughs were had by all!
Maureen Clarke...
Traveling north on Sunday, our group marveled at the beautiful tapestry of vineyards as we entered "wine country". We arrived in Sonoma in late morning and visited the Gloria Ferrer Winery, a Spanish-owned winery that produces sparkling wines. After a private guided tour by an extremely knowledgeable winemaker, we enjoyed our final sample of wine while relaxing in the sun on a terrace overlooking the seemingly endless vineyards. We learned that birds are the winemakers' biggest enemies, that grapes are not stomped on ala Lucy and Ethel but rather squeezed inside a bladder punctured with many holes, which in turn is contained in a large tank, and that Chardonnay and Chablis are the same wine but the French will not allow the US to use the name Chardonnay unless the wine is actually made from grapes grown in the Chardonnay area of France.
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Enjoying a glass of wine in Sonoma (l. to r.): Dick & Maureen Clarke, Margaret & Lou Dhionis, Arlene & Wally Rucki, Carolyn & Peter LeBlanc
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From Sonoma it was on to Sacramento's Old Town, the western terminus of the Pony Express, for lunch. We traveled through the Sierra Nevadas, stopped at Donner Pass, and drove around the western rim of Lake Tahoe. We stayed for two nights in Stateline, Nevada, a town indistinguishable from adjoining South Lake Tahoe, California, except for Nevada's legal casinos.
On Tuesday we headed to Virginia City, Nevada, an abandoned mining town that looks about the same as it did in the 1870's. Wooden storefronts with swinging wooden doors, plank sidewalks and saloons line the streets--along with modern day tourist shops. What fun!
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Ali Post, Maureen Rounds, Brenda McGovern, Karlyn Curran and Sheila Noonan with Reverend James Mathieu, the Pistol Packing Preacher at the Silver Queen Saloon.
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Maureen Rounds...
While walking around in Virginia City, a former gold and silver boom town, Karlyn and I came upon the rear upper door to the Silver Queen Saloon. Entering, we stepped back in time to an 1800's hotel. Peering through an open door, we looked into a small plain room with a double bed, a claw foot tub and a door marked WATER CLOSET in large letters. It quickly became obvious that a guest had recently occupied this room. Further along the narrow corridor we met a woman who was vacuuming the patterned carpet. We engaged her in conversation and learned that her husband wears three hats at the Silver Queen: janitor, morning bartender and minister. He officiates at weddings in the wedding chapel downstairs behind the bar ($250 for the complete package). Before descending to the saloon level, we learned about the most recent encounters between hotel guests and the spirits who inhabit some of the guest rooms. Believe it or not, a spirit appeared in a wedding photo just a few weeks prior to our visit. If you ever want to book a stay at the Silver Queen, rooms start at $55 per night; no extra charge for a visit from a spirit.
By the time we arrived back at our hotel, the sky had filled with dark clouds and a cold rain was falling. I went back to my room to await our evening dinner cruise on Lake Tahoe and turned on the weather channel. Snow was forecast and a high wind warning advised boats to stay off the lake because of the danger of capsizing! I looked out the window and saw large flakes of wet snow falling-on June 5! While boarding our bus to leave the hotel we saw cars drive in with about an inch of snow on their roofs. David informed us that the captain had called him to say that our boat trip had been cancelled. Smart decision! Instead, we ate dinner on the 18th floor of Harrah's Casino, which had a great view of the lake. Cruel Mother Nature decided to play a trick on us; ten minutes after we arrived, the sun came out and the lake turned into glass. We could have gone after all!
The next morning we headed to Yosemite National Park. Five minutes out of town we saw snow on the ground and on the branches of the fir trees. This winter wonderland lasted for about 50 miles. Mother Nature wasn't finished with us yet! We had to cross Tioga Pass to descend into Yosemite. For miles the flashing signs assured us that the pass was open, but when we were half an hour from it the message changed to "closed". This was the only way to enter the park; if the pass were really closed we would have had to turn the bus around and return to Lake Tahoe. We continued on and found the pass open! The park ranger at the entrance told David that the road through the pass, closed at 4:30 p.m. the day before because of snow and high winds, had been reopened just an hour before we got there.
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Spencer & Sandy George and Annmarie & Joe Gattuso in Yosemite National Park
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Spencer George...
It's difficult for first time visitors to believe what they are seeing in Yosemite. Majestic walls of granite tower above you and waterfalls are endless. Nature surrounds you at every turn and is unceasing in its beauty. The enormous rugged cliffs are at times dwarfed by the tranquility with which you are consumed. Such a dichotomy is difficult to imagine. It can only be experienced in person. To visit leaves you in a tranquil state that seems to last even as you leave.
Eileen Krowl & Starr Trudeau...
Our next destinations included Monterrey, Carmel and the 17 Mile Drive, with a stop at the Pebble Beach Golf Course. Pounding surf, lush rolling fairways, elegant facilities. Definitely a ten plus!
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Tour guide David Olivier put our Northern California adventure over the top!
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Margaret Dhionis...
We traveled almost 1200 miles and our trip was fabulous from start to finish. But it was David Olivier, our tour guide, who really put it over the top! David Olivier is a freelance travel consultant who turned out to be the main reason why we all enjoyed our wonderful adventure so much. David is charming, witty and articulate and went out of his way to show us the beauty of California. He always had an interesting story to tell, whether it related to people, buildings, transportation, the environment or historical or current events. Our sometimes long bus rides were fun because he told jokes (many Irish ones) and quizzed us on our knowledge of California and Massachusetts trivia. We were in awe of his knowledge on so many subjects, which he shared willingly and proudly. At dinner on our last night he surprised us with his generosity by treating us all to wine. What a great guide!
And what a great tour of northern California!
PHOTOS Wally Rucki (David Olivier); all others by Karlyn Curran
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FICTION
Peacocks & Lilies
by Bob Mendes
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Bob Mendes is writing a novel. This is Chapter 1, which can be read equally well as a short story.
The television kept talking about Lee Harvey Oswald. Lee Harvey Oswald this, Lee Harvey Oswald that, Lee Harvey Oswald all the time, always by his full name.
The fact that he didn't seem to have a nickname bothered her - and did they have to always include the Harvey? She decided if she ever achieved national prominence for assassinating a president or something she would want a name the television people could use to personalize her. Galatea Olivia Worthington was such a mouthful.
As she watched the non-stop television coverage of the assassination aftermath she considered nicknames. 'Shooter' sounded good - or 'Gunner.' but neither would do. She wasn't looking for a feminine nickname exactly but would want people to know she was a woman when the TV referred to her. Shooter and Gunner were definitely too masculine.
The next day, the day Jack Ruby did in Lee Harvey, she decided on 'Gogo.' Galatea Olivia. Just like that it came to her and it sounded perfect. Gogo Worthington she would be.
For the next few weeks she announced her new name to everyone, yet Mrs. Harwood her 6th grade teacher continued to call her Galatea as did her parents.
And she had no friends.
Some evenings after she finished her homework Galatea wondered if she ever would have the courage to attempt an actual murder. She would write essays describing in detail various life-ending scenarios. There was the obvious, the bullet. And there were executions entailing the use of gallows, ghastly electric shocks and fiery pyres, but she always had trouble describing the screaming associated with the shocks and burnings. The Guillotine particularly fascinated her and she wrote page after page about heads dropping into baskets and the occasional errant dome missing the tub and rolling down the street. In bed, her mind would wander and she would imagine herself up high in the School Book Depository, a president's wind-blown hair in her sights, gently squeezing the trigger and smiling cruelly as the head of her quarry exploded in a red mist. She decided, wisely she thought, to share her essays with no one and kept them hidden in a box, surrounded by books, enveloped in an old quilt, in the farthest recess of her closet.
At 11, Galatea was not homely, yet there was no hint of the beauty she would become. Her face was round and fleshy and not very interesting. Her body was chunkier than she would have liked and her hair could best be described as ratty brown. Yet her eyes set her apart. They were almost colorless - blue, but the pale forbidding blue of a winter landscape at dawn. And she rarely blinked.
She was an outstanding student and without exerting a great deal of effort received an A in every subject. Sixth grade meant nothing to her with the possible exception of committing all of Evangeline to memory. So, bored, she marked time until next school year when she would enter junior high.
The day after summer vacation began her family took its annual pilgrimage from their estate in Shaker Heights to Worthington's Cove in Maine. As always they traveled in two cars, Galatea and her parents in the Cadillac, the cook and two maids in the station wagon, a respectful half-mile behind. This year there was an extra passenger in the Cadillac, Sheevie, Galatea's three-month old kitten.
Galatea looked forward to tomorrow, when they would pick up her brother in New Haven where he was the fourth of the Worthington men to attend Yale.
The Worthingtons' two-car motorcade slipped along I-80 from Ohio into Pennsylvania, then New Jersey as Galatea sat in the back seat stroking Sheevie. They purred to each other as the girl's mouth nuzzled the warmth of the cat's neck. When they checked into the Saddlebrook Marriott Galatea smuggled Sheevie into the hotel under her sweater and they shared Galatea's bed.
The next day they pulled onto the Yale campus in time for lunch and Galatea ran ahead to Abner's room. She pressed herself into his arms and clung to him. Later, after lunch, walking ahead of their parents, she asked, "Abby, I've been thinking about something. How old are you, 21? "
"Yes, 21, what have you been thinking about?" He smiled so she couldn't see and squeezed her. She was getting so grown-up and he enjoyed the few conversations they had time for.
"I'm only 11. How come you're so much older than me?"
"Did you ask mother?"
"Are you kidding?" She rolled her eyes.
This time he shared his smile with her. "I guess because you were what they call a change-of-life baby."
"What does that mean?"
"Just that mother and dad didn't plan on another child and you just kind of came along."
"You mean I was an immaculate conception?"
He laughed. "No, just that you weren't planned, that's all." He squeezed her shoulder again.
"I think they just didn't want me."
"No, you're wrong. Why do you even say that?"
She shrugged.
"I promise you that's not true, and even if it was - then - they just love you to pieces now, Galatea. And so do I."
She smiled up at him, her cold eyes softening. "Abby, couldn't you ple-e-e-e-ze call me Gogo."
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The next day the girl and the kitten were on the beach scampering along the barren gray rocks that formed Worthington's Cove. Even though Maine's coastal waters still held the chill of winter past, Galatea scooped up her pet, kissed the top of her head and waded into the icy water. She was knee-deep when she first dunked Sheevie.
The startled kitten yowed at her and tried to squirm away. Galatea walked a little deeper and dunked Sheevie again, then a third time and held her under the water, face up. She was oblivious to the claws raking her forearm, rather she was annoyed that the bubbles and roiling water prevented her from getting a good look at the kitten's face.
It took longer than Galatea had expected, but gradually Sheevie's furious struggles weakened, then, after two twitches of her left front paw -- ended. Galatea made her way past the rock-jetty and let loose the kitten. She stood for a while gazing at the lifeless body as it drifted away and when she could see it no longer she swam to shore and walked slowly across the lonely rocks.
Picking her way through the seaweed and vacated crab shells, Galatea headed toward her cave, a fissure she had found during her fifth summer. She crawled into its womb-like protection away from the chill wind and let the warmth of her thighs envelop her hands. Soon she reached for the composition book and pencils she had placed in the crevasse earlier and opened the book to the front page where she had already written her title in block letters: A Cat's Thoughts While Drowning. She wrote for 40 minutes, filling nine pages. When she finished she went to her room and put her composition on the back shelf of her closet, under her clamming shoes.
The next morning after breakfast she asked her brother, "Abby, could you drive me into town?"
"I guess so. Where to?"
"That pet store in the village."
"Why?"
"I want to get a new kitten."
"What happened to what's her name, to Sheevie?"
Gogo shrugged. "She must've run away or something, or drowned maybe."
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NEW IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Lorraine & Jack Clark
an interview with Ernest Ruber
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Lorraine & Jack Clark
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Lorraine and John (Jack) Clark moved to Sea Spray Avenue last November. Both are Massachusetts natives: Lorraine was born in Winchester and Jack in Burlington. After marrying, 52 years ago, they lived in Woburn, then in Wilmington for 30 years, and finally in East Falmouth for the last 14 before arriving at Southport. They have three children, a son and daughter (twins), and a second daughter. Their grandchildren include a grandson who plays in the Toronto Blue Jays minor league system, a granddaughter who has just graduated from Nashua High School, and two younger children in Nashua.
Lorraine worked as secretary to the principal of the Wilmington High School, retiring after 25 years there. And although they had never met, she discovered after moving here that Derek Little, who now supervises Southport's Guard House operations, once served as superintendent of schools in Wilmington. Jack had a career in technical sales in the high tech industry, working at Analog Devices, Inc. and as a manufacturer's representative. He is still working part time in the printed circuit board aspect of the industry. Jack was active in Wilmington's civic affairs, serving on the historical commission as well as the finance committee. He is knowledgeable about the Middlesex Canal and was one of the principal speakers on the occasion of the canal's bicentennial celebration.
In earlier times, the Clarks enjoyed boating, fishing, camping, golf and skiing. But the boat has been sold and Jack jokes that he uses a better boat now: someone else's. Camping has also been deleted from their recreational agenda since Lorraine is allergic to bee stings and they've had at least one camping trip interrupted by a number of hospital visits for this problem. They spend some of the winter months in Florida where they golf and play cards-activities that they continue to enjoy at Southport. Jack enjoys pool, as well.
Lorraine had wanted to move to a condo for some time; Jack wasn't sure he would like condo life but investigated the options anyhow and found Southport. Both he and Lorraine were impressed by the many activities and social opportunities available in our community and decided that it was right for them. Lorraine speaks enthusiastically about the ease of meeting her neighbors, and Jack is one hundred percent in favor of the no-shoveling or mowing aspect of life here. They are both happy with their move to Southport.
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TECHNOLOGY A Sound Bar May Improve Your TV's Audio by Jonathan Leavitt
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You may have noticed an unusual object that recently appeared in front of the new TV over the bar in the Village Center Sports Lounge. That object is a sound bar, which is just a repackaging of two or more freestanding speakers that previously were connected to a stereo system. Sound bars have become popular for the simple reason that as technology has enabled the production of very thin, big-picture TV sets the related sound technology still has physical limits. High definition flat-screen TVs are just that-flat-and as a result, speakers for the sound are relegated to the back of the TV set. If you want to experience the quality of sound found in older TVs with front-facing speakers, a single sound bar costing less than $100 should be sufficient. Single sound bars can be used in two ways. Many of the new TVs provide input receptacles for plugging in two or more external speakers and/or a single receptacle for plugging in earphones. Connecting your sound bar to the external speaker inputs allows you to adjust the TV set volume and the sound bar volume independently (perhaps with one remote control, but more likely with one for each-the set and the sound bar). Using the earphones input disables the TV set's audio, and the sound bar becomes the only source of sound. Volume can be adjusted with the TV remote control with the sound bar remote control useful in setting the level of maximum sound output. Sound bars for under $20 are also available for use with your laptop or other mobile device.
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LOCAL HISTORY
The Wampanoags in the 18th Century
by Frank Lord
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Although the Wampanoags had governed themselves effectively for over 10,000 years, in 1693 the Massachusetts colonial government placed the then called "Massepee" proprietors under the guardianship of three white overseers. After many petitions protesting the actions of the overseers, including Ruebin Cognehew's personal appeal to King George III, in June 1763 the legislature incorporated the "Marshpee District" as a self-governing body.The Indians were finally able to manage their own resources, hold annual meetings, allow other Indians and mulattoes to become proprietors and elect some of their officers. However, the clerk and treasurer were always required to be white men.
In the Revolutionary War, the Marshpee District gave more generously, inproportion to its population, than any other town on Cape Cod. Of the 22 tribesmen who enlisted in the First Continental Regiment, only one survived.In 1778, after the war was over and Massachusetts was no longer taking orders from the English King, the colonial government again took the right of self-rule from the Mashpee Wampanoags and placed them back under the control of white overseers. After helping America win her freedom, the tribe lost its own.
Between men killed in the war and those who died from other causes, in 1778 there were 71 widows in the Indian community of 81 households, with a total population of 341. Four German soldiers, who had deserted or had been captured from British General John Burgoyne's defeated army at Saratoga, intermarried into the tribe. Other white men and Indians from other tribes also gained acceptance by marriage. Although most of the inter-racial marriages were with blacks and mulattoes, there was also a man from Bombay, a Mexican and a Mr. MacGregor from Manchester, England.
State records indicate that there were only 40 or 50 full-blooded Wampanoag Indians by 1792; the last pure-blood Mashpee Wampanoag probably died sometime in the 1880s. If you attended the 91st Annual Mashpee Pow Wow at the Barnstable County Fairgrounds on June 30-July 1, you will have seen the evidence of this racial intermingling in the variety of Indian facial features and skin colors.
SOURCES
Mashpee: The Story of Cape Cod's Indian Town, by Francis Hutchins, 1979
"Cape Cod Pilot," by Jeremiah Diggs, American Guide Series, Modern Pilgrim Press, Provincetown, MA, 1937. This workwas underwritten by the Federal Writers Project, Works ProjectAdministration (WPA) for the State of Massachusetts.
"Among the Friendly Indians at Mashpee," by Grace Weld Soper, The New England Magazine, Vol. 0008, Issue 3 (May 1890), pp. 277-280
SCHOOLHOUSE TOUR AVAILABLE Your grandchildren (seven years or older) and other summer guests might enjoy visiting the Mashpee One Room Schoolhouse to experience a typical 1850 school day. Frank Lord offers a one-hour tour of the Schoolhouse that includes information about Wampanoag history and a visit to the nearby Indian Museum for Wampanoag Culture. The Schoolhouse can comfortably accommodate groups of up to 12 people. Contact Frank at 539-3378 or fjlord@msn.com.
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BROWN BAG LUNCH: JULY 13
What Makes Hawaii So Special?
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Where is the world's tallest mountain, calculated from the sea floor? Where is the longest continuously erupting volcano on the planet? In which state were native customs, language and culture suppressed by New England missionaries for most of a century? Which state was once a royal kingdom? In which state did the US Army use an entire island for bombing practice? Which state has an island reserved for native residents only? That's right: Hawaii! Accompany us on a fascinating visual journey of the Hawaii you won't find in tourist brochures and learn what makes the Islands' geography, geology, history and culture unique.
Drew Kapp, a UConn graduate, earned his MS in Geography at the University of Hawaii on Oahu. He lives "off the grid" in a rainforest adjacent to Volcanoes National Park on the Big Island of Hawaii and teaches courses in world, regional and Hawaiian environmental and cultural geography at the University of Hawaii's Hilo campus and at the Hawaii Community College in Hilo. Drew served as a cartographic editor and contributing author for the definitive Atlas of Hawaii. As a member of his halau (traditional hula school), he is participating in the annual 10-day Smithsonian Folklife Festival on the National Mall in June/July, demonstrating and explaining aspects of native Hawaiian life and culture.
Friday, July 13 Lunch: 11:30 a.m., $7.50 Program: Noon - 1:00 p.m.
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PET PROFILE
Chloe McCormick
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Hi, I'm Chloe. I moved in with Mary and Jim McCormick a couple years ago while they were wintering in Florida. My sister Micah (yes, I know it's a boy's name, but she's a female) and I grew up in Florida, but our family fell apart and no one had time for us any more. A neighbor noticed that we were being neglected, left alone for days at a time, and she offered to help. But our owner had big problems and just wanted to be rid of us. Fortunately, the neighbor persuaded our owner to let her contact the American Brittany Rescue Society, and those folks agreed to care for us until someone offered us a new home.
Micah and I are Brittany Spaniels (mostly) and, as it turns out, Jim and Mary have a soft spot in their hearts for our breed; they once had a Brittany Spaniel that lived to be 17 years old. When that dog died, the McCormicks figured that their "family dog" years were behind them, but they continued to miss "the company of a dog in the house." So how did this nice couple come to discover two dogs in need of a home? Through the Internet, of course! Keeping in mind the 35-pound size restriction for dogs living at Southport, Jim and Mary searched PetFinder.com and discovered Micah and me, weighing in at just 32 pounds each! We were on the opposite coast from the McCormicks, but they hopped in their car and drove across the state to look us over. By the time they arrived, someone else had already adopted me, and so they agreed to give Micah a home. However, my new owners changed their minds, which created a problem. I am less secure than my sister, so the folks at the kennel asked the McCormicks to adopt me, knowing that my sister would deal with our separation better than I would. Jim and Mary agreed to adopt me and, sure enough, someone else came along and adopted Micah just a week or so later. After the Rescue Society did a background check to make sure that the McCormicks would take good care of me, I moved in with them and eventually journeyed to Cape Cod with them (I'm an excellent traveler). At first, I was afraid to be left alone in their home when they found it necessary to go off without me; they had to find babysitters for me! And I absolutely refused to go down into the basement. But the MSPCA put Jim and Mary in touch with a rescue dog specialist who helped them to understand my anxieties and find ways to relieve them. Now the basement is one of my favorite places. I love living at Southport. My sporting dog instincts are aroused every time I see a rabbit or a squirrel or a chipmunk on my daily walks. I look really professional as I strike a pose and then begin to slowly stalk my quarry. Fortunately for Southport wildlife, I'm always on a leash, so it's all in fun and I think the rabbits and squirrels have guessed by now that I'm harmless. In fact, I've got a real sweet disposition and people can't resist me. The McCormicks call me "a people magnet" and even claim me as an asset to their antiques business. I guess I'll always miss Florida sunshine a little bit, but I've learned that snow can be exciting. And I'm very happy to be living with people who love me and take good care of me. See you around the village.
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Contributors to the July 2012 Edition of
Southport Village Voices
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Lydia Biersteker grew up in Somerville, Massachusetts. She met her husband Dale on the beach at Falmouth Heights in 1969, while he was stationed at Fort Devens. After Dale retired in 2005 from his executive position with the USPS, they moved to Vero Beach, Florida but decided that they preferred New England. They moved to Southport in July 2011. Dale plays golf, and Lydia likes gardening, walking, writing poetry and short prose, exploring genealogy, and lunching with friends. Together, they enjoy dining, exploring wineries and brew pubs, walking the trails of Cape Cod, traveling and playing with their grandkids, who live with their son in Newburyport.
Karlyn Curran moved to Southport from New Jersey in 2003. She has a daughter, son-in-law and three grandchildren in Falmouth and two sons, their wives and another grandchild near Hanover NH. After her husband passed away and she retired from her teaching career, she moved to New England to be closer to her children. She loves Southport and Cape Cod. Even more than that, she loves being a "hands-on" grandma. She caught the travel bug from her husband and this has resulted in a chronic condition.
Joy Evans and her husband Bob moved to Southport from Sandwich seven years ago. Joy retired from her position as a college administrator in 1995 on the same day that Bob retired as director of promotion services for the Gillette Company. They spent part of their year in Southwest Florida, where Joy writes for a monthly newsletter. Sadly, Bob died just before they planned to return to Southport in May. Joy has three daughters and two grandchildren.
Dav id Kapp, with his wife Billie, moved from Connecticut to Southport in November 2009. David retired from a career as a university library administrator, after working in the libraries at Brandeis, Harvard and the University of Connecticut. He was a building consultant for the planning of a number of major university libraries and was, for many years, the editor of Connecticut Libraries. Billie enjoyed a career as an educator and social sciences consultant. The Kapps are frequent visitors to Hawaii where their son, daughter, grandson and many other family members live.

Jonathan Leavitt grew up in Scarsdale, NY. He earned his undergraduate degree in electrical engineering at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute and a master's degree in the same field from the University of Pennsylvania. He worked at Sprague Electric, Epsco, Di/An controls, MIT Instrumentation/Draper Labs, and GTE, mostly as a development engineer. The highlight of his career was logic design contribution to an experiment that was carried to the moon on Apollo 17. Married for 42 years to the late Arlene (Samiof), he has three married children and six grandchildren. He has been associated with Southport part-time since 2003, full time since 2008.
Frank Lord, a native of Newton, MA, earned his BA at Brown University and his MEd at Boston University. His experience in the US Navy counseling troubled young sailors led to a 38-year career as a school guidance counselor, primarily in Wellesley and Duxbury. Following retirement, he and his wife Betsy helped to build over 250 homes with Habitat for Humanity. After moving to Southport, Frank's interest in education and local history motivated him to spearhead the relocation of Mashpee's One Room Schoolhouse, for which he received the 2009 Mashpee Chamber of Commerce Distinguished Service Award-as "The Schoolmaster." He serves on the Mashpee Historical Commission; the Community Preservation Act Committee; the Board of Trustees, Tales of Cape Cod; and is President, Mashpee One Room Schoolhouse Preservation Council, Inc.
Bob Mendes began his career as an advertising copywriter at Doyle Dane Bernbach in New York before becoming senior vice president of marketing for a west coast department store chain. He left that position to start Pacific Sports, a sports and general marketing agency. There he developed "The Reading Team," a children's literacy program sponsored by the National Football League and the American Library Association, which used NFL players as literacy role models. Bob is the author of "A Twentieth Century Odyssey, the Bob Mathias Story." After retiring, he served as executive director of the Glendora (CA) Chamber of Commerce. When grandson Adam was born, Bob and Bette moved to Cape Cod, where they recently celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary. Neither retires well. He's had a number of part-time jobs, has written two more books, and volunteers; Bette serves on committees at Southport and at the Falmouth Jewish Congregation. Their son Steve is a pediatrician and lives in Marion with his wife Sarah and their children, and a second son, Jeff, practices law in Indianapolis.
Ernest Ruber and his wife of 55 years, Natalie, came to Southport in 2002 and enjoyed their life together here until her death in 2011. Ernie retired from Northeastern University where he was Professor of Biology and Ecology. He designed and recently revised and renewed the interpretive nature trail at Southport and writes occasional nature/science articles for Southport Village Voices. He also reports on pool tournaments, in which he usually plays and often wins, for the Southport Newsletter. Ernie has two children and one grandchild.
- Myles & Charlotte Winkler and Lorraine & Jack Clark for their interviews
- Mary & Jim & Chloe McCormick for the pet profile
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