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A Little Magazine
by and for the
Residents of Southport
Number 44
October 2013
Photo: Sandwich Marsh
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Despite the GPS lady who rides with us in our car and tells us where to go, most of us still carry a few paper maps as back-up and have a printed atlas or two in the house. But think about the number of mental maps that occupy space in your head. Can you picture the streets of the place where you grew up? The place where you first kissed your spouse? The hospital where your first child was born? The corridors of the last place you worked? Your address in a village where all the buildings are similar?
I just returned from a week in Barcelona, a city I'd read about and always wanted to visit. Until recently, however, I'd never located it on a map and had no clear idea where in Spain it was.Now, a map of that vibrant beautiful city is stored in my mental atlas, along with maps of the places I've lived and visited or where important events in my life occurred. Think about the maps in your head and be amazed by the memories they conjure up. These lines from a poem by Alexander McCall Smith say it better than I can.
Although they are useful sources
Of information we cannot do without,
Regular maps have few surprises ...
Such maps abound; more precious, though
Are the unpublished maps we make ourselves,
Of our city, our place, our daily world, our life;
Those maps of our private world
We use every day; here I was happy, in that place
I left my coat behind after a party,
That is where I met my love; I cried there once,
I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner
Once I saw the hills of Fife across the Firth,
Things of that sort, our personal memories,
That make the private tapestry of our lives.
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WANTED:
Storytellers, Essayists, Interviewers, Poets, Etc.
Southport Village Voices welcomes new writers. A monthly commitment is not necessary; an occasional contribution is appreciated. We're looking for residents who would enjoy doing interviews with Southport residents or writing about travel--near or far--or telling stories or writing essays--personal or otherwise-- or writing poetry. Let your imagination be your guide. If you want to contribute but don't want to do the writing, let me know and I'll arrange for someone to talk with you and do the writing.
David Kapp
davidkapp@comcast.net
508-539-1224
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SOUTHPORT PROFILE
Lee Othon: A Golfer's Golfer an interview with Ernest Ruber
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Leander George Othon was born in Brockton, Massachusetts in 1937 and educated there until he went off to college. How he got to Dartmouth College, and later to Southport is quite a story.
"My Dad came to America from Greece. He had an establishment with 20 pool tables and 12 duck pin alleys above the Center Theater on Brockton's Main Street. He had a program for 16-year-old kids who had city-issued, signed, parental consent certificates to learn pool. One English teacher called it the 'Academy,' and the name stuck. Dad was amused by this and would say, 'They have confused me with another philosopher,' but the fact was that his patrons often sought out his advice. Dad tried to teach me the finer points of pool, but I was focused on golf and never played pool very well."
When Lee was 12, he walked a mile to caddy and play golf at Brockton's municipal D.W. Field Golf Club. But caddying paid better at the private Thorny Lea Golf Club so, after gaining some stature and confidence, he hitchhiked six miles to get there. Lee couldn't have imagined the consequences of this decision. Some of the best players in the state were there and he came under their influence and tutelage. His game improved; soon he was shooting consistently in the mid-70s!
"I started caddying for a contingent of Dartmouth College alumni. Their loyalty and enthusiasm for the school was contagious. Except for their descriptions, all I knew about Dartmouth was seeing the movie Winter Carnival. Soon my blood had turned from red to Dartmouth green. In my senior year at Brockton High my homeroom teacher, another Dartmouth alum, encouraged me and guided me through the application process. I was accepted and still have close ties there.
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Shown here with his father in 1956, Lee was able to attend Darthmough College with the aid of a Francis Ouimet Caddy Scholarship. He's repaid that gift many times over by serving on the Ouimet Scholarship Executive Board since 1992, helping to raise funds for other college-bound young men and women.
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"Through caddying at Thorny Lea, I learned of the Francis Ouimet Caddy Scholarship, applied for it and received it. I could never have afforded to go to Dartmouth otherwise. I have had a long association with the Ouimet program and have served on its board since 1992. It is for young men and women who have had at least two years of work in service to golf: caddying, pro shop, greens crew, and so forth.
The Ouimet Scholar will have his unmet financial needs filled at any accredited school in the country. In 1949, the first group of 13 scholars received $4600. In 2012, more than 300 scholars shared over $1.5 million. I played golf in high school and also on the Dartmouth team for one or two years but dropped it when I found my ability to keep up with my organic and physical chemistry labs was suffering."
After graduating from Dartmouth, Lee joined an Army Reserve unit and the next year went to NYU College of Dentistry in Manhattan. Graduating in June 1965, he started his internship on July 1 and married his wife Doreen on August 15. Doreen was one of six nurses at the Dr. Sydney Farber Clinic for Research in Pediatric Oncology, now the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, whose principal charity is the well-known Jimmy Fund.
"I took a position as intern, then as resident in oral and maxillofacial surgery at the Yale Medical Center/Yale New Haven Hospital, and was paid, in total for two years, $2500. Doreen was offered a position in the Yale Medical School Private Practice Offices of six leading ob-gyn researchers at Yale. The job couldn't have been better for her. She was fascinated by the work, and her paycheck kept us afloat for two wonderful years in New Haven.
"Back in Boston, I took two years of grad work at Boston City Hospital and Tufts University to complete the requirements for board certification, and Doreen returned to the Farber Clinic as their head nurse. Finishing my exams, I signed up with a group practice that had a satellite office in Hanover, Massachusetts. I worked there for 11 years, bought out the group interest and stayed there in private practice until 2005 when I retired after 37 years in practice.
"I'm a real golf junkie from June through September each year, returning from our place in Florida to New England to do my work on the Ouimet Scholarship Board of Directors. I also have served for 20 years as a 'rules official' on the Massachusetts Golf Association (MGA) and for nine years on its executive committee. My schedule includes officiating in tournaments, fund raising for the Ouimet Scholarship Fund and work with the New England Golf Association. Trips to oversee tournaments may take three to four days. This year will be my swan song as official-in-charge at tournaments for the MGA. We are hosting the Massachusetts Mid-Amateur Championship at Marshfield, my home course for 45 years. It means going to the course perhaps five or six times with others to see that the course is set up properly, selecting hole locations, making assignments for officials and arranging meals, etc.
"I'm especially dedicated to my work with the Ouimet Scholarship and will continue to fund raise but will retire from the executive board. The best fun is to give out the money: about $1.5 million last year and probably $2 million this year. All of the money goes to the scholars.
"Some of this money is raised at a our annual spring banquet, which began as a dinner for caddies at the Harvard Club in Boston. These days, we invite a famous golf figure to speak and then to name one of our more than 50 permanently endowed scholarships. Our first speaker, Arnold Palmer, named his scholarship after his father Deacon Palmer. President George Herbert Walker Bush chose to honor his father, who had been president of the U.S. Golf Association and a personal friend of Francis Ouimet. In 2013 the banquet raised in excess of $300,000. Other funds come from our golf marathon and private donations.
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A Ouimet bag tag commemorates the 100th anniversary of 20-year-old amateur Francis Ouimet's victory over the two best professional golf players in the world at the U.S. Open in 1913. That event is credited with having sparked the first golf boom in America.
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"But most of the scholarship money is generated by the yearly purchase of golf bag tags by members of the 340 golf clubs in Massachusetts; we can generate $20-25,000 from some of the wealthier clubs during the marathon event. This source will be especially big this year since the U.S. Amateur Championship was played at the Country Club in Brookline, marking the 100th anniversary of the 1913 U.S. National Open Championship Tournament at Brookline. On that occasion, Francis Ouimet, a 20-year-old amateur, scored an improbable and historic win to ignite the first real golf boom in the United States.
"Doreen and I have had a place in Florida since 1987 and we now live there seven months a year. We played golf together, but health issues have reduced the amount of time we can play. Doreen became involved with crafts, genealogy and a host of other things. She loves to grow flowers and on our old homestead in Hanover had 12-13 acres of woods and fields to plant them. We sold that place and moved to Southport in 2004."
At Southport, Lee was a member of the Golf Club Board as well as its president. In 2006, he helped to set up the Southport course with Woody Young, Jr. and this year to re-set it with the help of Woody, Russ Miller, Karen Venezia and Jeanne Harris.
"It is important to set up the course properly with appropriate boundary markers so that our scores can be used in the MGA's handicapping system. However, since our course is a difficult one, and we have many beginners and seniors, some careful adjustment is made in the rules and boundaries. We don't use out of bounds (except all lawns), but maximize the use of lateral hazard lines to promote pace of play. Lateral hazards are permitted where there is occasional standing water. We will have a new two-page sheet explaining our rules this year, which will make it easier to learn and understand them."
Both Lee and Doreen enjoy their months at Southport but traveling back and forth between New England and Florida is becoming more arduous; full time in Florida may be in their future. If so it will be our loss.
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Broadway Bound -- In 1866
What Was It Like?
by Jonathan Leavitt
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In the August SVV I wrote about the "The Black Crook," which many consider to be the earliest example of the modern Broadway musical. It opened at the 3200-seat Niblo's Garden in New York City in 1866 and held its audience spellbound for five-and-a-half hours. It's unlikely that today's audiences would sit still for that long, but aside from its duration, just how did this theatrical experience differ from what we expect today?
TRANSPORTATION How would theatergoers get to Niblo's Garden in the first place?
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Horse-drawn omnibuses were made more efficient by pulling them on rails.
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What was public transportation like in 1866? Steam powered elevated railways didn't exist; they were first demonstrated in New York in 1867. Subways, which require electrical power stations, weren't operational in New York until 1904. And of course today's ubiquitous taxis were nowhere to be found; internal combustion engines didn't show up until late in the 19th century. So in 1866, you might have come to Niblo's in an omnibus, a horse-drawn, multi-passenger carriage made more efficient by being pulled along on railroad tracks. Later, those omnibuses were steam-powered.
ELEVATORS Once you reached Niblo's Garden, you would want to find your seat quickly and easily. Let's imagine you're on crutches, recovering from a bad fall. Your seats are on the second balcony. Where's the elevator? It's not likely that Niblo's had one. Elisha Otis introduced the safety elevator in 1852 and one was installed in a New York building in 1857, but Niblo's Garden opened in 1849; it's doubtful that an elevator was installed until the theater was rebuilt in 1872 following a devastating fire. Maybe someone would help you up the stairs.
CONDITIONS Let's assume you are attending a matinee on a stiflingly hot afternoon. The show is SRO--3200 people gathered in one place for five-and-a-half hours. It's probably getting a little close. Please turn on the air conditioning! Sorry, although ice-making machines were available in 1866 on a limited basis, the first practical air conditioner, which controlled both air temperature and humidity, was not invented until 1902. Let's hope you brought a fan.
LIGHTING The show is about to begin. Just how would the stage be lighted? Gas lighting replaced candles as the lighting standard by the mid 19th century and was surely in use at Niblo's. Gas lighting, however, had its drawbacks and was most likely the cause of the burning down of several hundred theaters in the 19th century. By 1866, other theatrical lighting methods were also in use. Burning lime produces a bright white light that was used to illuminate stages; hence the term, "in the limelight." Electricity made its theatrical debut in 1846 when the rays of an electric arc were used for back lighting to represent the sun. By 1866, electric arc spotlights were also popular, but general illumination with electricity didn't show up until 1879, after Edison had invented the first practical incandescent bulb.
SOUND AMPLIFICATION So, your hearing isn't what it used to be? Let's hope the actors and singers have healthy lungs. There was no practical method to amplify sound until after the invention of the telephone in 1876. Performers needed to project! Ear trumpets were a hearing aid but their effectiveness depended on the size of the trumpet and their use was limited. Not much help in a crowded theater.
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An 1880s pop corn machine
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INTERMISSION It's between acts. You want a snack? Well, it wouldn't be popcorn; the first public sales of that snack followed the invention of the popcorn machine in 1885. And you wouldn't be drinking Coca-Cola, which first appeared in 1886 as a patent medicine to be added to soda water with cocaine and caffeine as its main ingredients. When Niblo's Garden opened in 1834, coffee, ice cream, lemonade and other refreshments were served. By 1866, beer was almost certainly available, served warm on tap, and "penny candy" was popular, but candy bars had yet to arrive from England, where they were invented.
And what about your bathroom break? We don't know what sort of accommodations were made for the 3200 patrons at Niblo's Garden. But we do know that the first flush toilet to effectively dispose of waste and control odors did not appear until the 1890s; municipal water and sewage systems came along about the same time. So in 1866 perhaps the best advice would have been to take care of such matters before leaving home--and don't drink too much beer.
SOCIETAL STANDARDS "You Naughty Naughty Men" was a song written for "The Black Crook." Consider one of the verses: "When you want a kiss or favor, you put on your best behavior and your looks of kindness savor, oh you naughty, naughty men. Of love you set us dreaming and when with hope we're teeming, we find you are but scheming, you naughty, naughty men."
The lyrics are coyly innocent when compared to contemporary references to relations between the sexes. And unlike today, when costumes are often skimpy--and sometimes not there at all, you wouldn't be seeing a lot of flesh on stage. Just about everything was left to your imagination.
MEMORIES Today we have original cast recordings available shortly after a show opens. Music from the original cast of "The Black Crook" was obviously never recorded, but you can hear a rendition of "You Naughty Naughty Men" on the New York Public Library website--created about 150 years after the 1866 opening.
Sheet music was available but how soon after the show opened is unknown. An 1885 copy of the sheet music for "Naughty Men" is available online, but it's likely that it is not the exact same music at that performed in the original 1866 show.
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POETRY
Legend of the Red Hooded Man
by Sandy Bernstein
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He sits atop an old wooden bridge
beneath a tattered straw umbrella
somewhere in the Caribbean
overlooking an azure lagoon;
the breeze is cool,
the water warm
but cruel.
He dons a red hooded sweat shirt
his charcoal face is partially hidden
beneath the tightly pulled hood,
he reveals nothing;
only the locals know all entry is forbidden
under the rickety bridge,
and they give nothing away
to hapless visitors who seek
a pleasurable retreat
below his lonely perch;
for it's the lure of the tranquil sea
that invites them in,
and once there
the master of the waves
cautions them not to swim.
"The water is rough," he warns,
but never in time
to stop the unseen whirlpool
from sucking them into its spell
where swirling waters work up into a foamy ferocious frenzy ultimately turning the sea red.
No one sees the master's dance
as he waves his hands like a mad puppeteer
while the locals turn their heads
when the bridge starts to quake,
creaking and moaning,
drowning out the frightful screams below;
they know the waters will soon still, calm again under his command, until next he warns - the Red Hooded Man.
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NEW IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Dick & Pat Smith
an interview with Joy Evans
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Dick & Pat Smith
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Dick and Pat Smith knew they wanted to retire in Massachusetts. They have a son and a grandson in Wrentham, drawing them in this direction from their home in Rochester, New York. Uprooting themselves from Rochester was just one of several major changes in their lives. Five years ago, Dick retired from the Xerox Corporation where he was in product development. Pat, a registered nurse, left behind her position at the University of Rochester, where she specialized in vaccine research.
With no particular area in mind, Dick and Pat heard about Southport while listening to a Buffalo radio station. Guess those radio spots are really worthwhile! They looked at other areas, including The Pinehills in Plymouth, but settled on Southport. The Smiths moved in this February and, although they haven't been here long, they are well settled and taking advantage of the many opportunities Southport has to offer. Both Dick and Pat are golfers. Dick is more experienced and plays at several Cape courses in addition to our own. Pat plays with the mentoring group and continues to improve. They enjoy the men's and women's morning coffees and the Friday night socials. Dick plays bocce and has taken the required certification course to qualify for working in our woodworking shop. Along with other woodworkers, he made several of the new white street signposts that have popped up on corners everywhere. Pat takes Zumba classes and will be volunteering her nursing skills for Southport blood pressure clinics. They have both been pleased to find that there are several other residents who share their love of kayaking. The Smiths have a timeshare condo in Aruba, a place they love to visit. This winter they will be spending time on Siesta Key, Florida, just outside of Tampa. They are very much looking forward to getting to know that part of Florida and also to being able to visit their other son, a Marine stationed in the Tampa area. As with so many new residents, Dick and Pat have been very impressed with the friendliness of their Southport neighbors. Dick mentioned that they had lived in two homes for 20 years each and never got to know as many people as they have already met here at Southport. It seems very fortunate that they were listening to a Buffalo radio station so many months ago.
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TRAVEL
Vive la France! Paris & More
by Jan Miller
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Our first trip to France, and we hope not our last, greatly exceeded our expectations. The overnight flight brought us to Charles De Gaulle Airport early in the morning, where our travel guide met us, along with a congenial couple from Minnesota who became Rick's and my traveling buddies. In Paris, we immediately began touring the area around the Eiffel Tower and Invalides. The view of the tower, as we came closer and closer, felt surreal; its design and sheer magnitude overwhelmed us. After a wonderful lunch at a cafe and a stroll along the Seine, we set out to become familiar with the Metro, which can transport you easily and affordably to every neighborhood and attraction in Paris. We happened to arrive in Paris on the one day of the year when entry to most museums is free. So we decided to visit the Rodin Museum--along with almost every other tourist and resident of France--but the exhibit was worth the wait in the long queue. After what seemed like a 48-hour day, we checked into our hotel, exhausted but happy.
Sunday morning began with a walking tour of the Latin Quarter and a visit to Notre Dame Cathedral, where we witnessed a mass with singing and music that echoed sweetly in this 800-year-old church.

Then we went to the nearby Mémorial des Martyrs de la Déportation, dedicated to the 200,000 French citizens who died in concentration camps during World War II. This hauntingly beautiful structure was a powerful reminder of the German occupation and the need to remember this part of history. We've visited other Holocaust memorials, including Yad Vashem in Israel, but this small memorial affected us more deeply than any of the others.
With a heightened awareness of our Jewish heritage, we continued on to the Marais, the old Jewish quarter. There, we explored the Musee d'Art et Histoire du Judaisme and enjoyed the exhibits on the life of Jews in France, particularly the archives of the Dreyfus affair and the art of Chagall, Modigliani, and Soutine. This gem of a museum is located in a difficult to find side street but worth a visit no matter what your heritage and tastes. Speaking of tastes, our appetites were awakened as we entered the Rue de Rosiers, the Jewish market place. We bought pastrami sandwiches at Sacha Finklestein's and picnicked at Place des Vosges, Paris's oldest public square, surrounded by beautiful 17th century townhouses and families enjoying a lovely Sunday afternoon. What a treat! Later, after exploring the fascinating shops of the Marais, we discovered the cozy Café de Paris, where we indulged in Café Gourmand, a sampling of four fabulously decadent pastries! The next two days (not nearly enough) were spent exploring the dazzling museums of Paris: Musee du Louvre, Musee de L'Orangerie and Musee d"Orsay. The Musee du quai Branly, on the Seine near the Eiffel Tower, opened in 2006 and was especially intriquing. It contains more than 267,000 objects from Africa, Asia, Oceania and the Americas. The design of the building is extraordinary, especially its amazing exterior "living wall," completely covered with a variety of plants and mosses. The next part of our journey brought us to the royal Palace of Versailles and to Claude Monet's home and gardens at Giverney. Versailles was a bit of a disappointment because the huge crowds made it difficult to hear our guide. But Giverney, with its beautiful landscapes, was inspiring; everywhere you looked was a masterpiece waiting to be painted! We ended our visit to Paris with a dinner cruise on the Seine. Although the evening was rainy, we enjoyed the food and the company of our new Minnesota friends. Before we embarked on the Rhone River cruise segment of our trip, we spent three wonderful days living on our riverboat in the ancient city of Lyon. This UNESCO World Heritage Site at the confluence of the Rhone and Saone Rivers is known for its architecture, its silk industry and its fine cuisine. We visited a silk workshop and learned the secrets of creating delicately painted silk scarves. We explored the shops, cafes and patisseries of the Old City and on Sunday, open market day in Lyon, sampled many French delicacies. We were astonished at the number of stalls and shops along the river and the creativity of the artisans displaying their wares. As we wandered the winding, narrow streets, we came upon a group of French professional soccer players enjoying liquid refreshment at an outdoor café. When we told them we were American tourists, they began to serenade us with French national songs and regional soccer ditties. We were thoroughly entertained by their spontaneous display of national pride. Another unexpected highlight of our time in Lyon was a presentation by a World War II resistance fighter, who regaled us with heroic stories of his experiences during the war. After dinner, a local pianist entertained us with beautiful music and stories about each selection she played. With the sunset and the Lyon skyline as a backdrop, this was a very special treat. On a picturesque and educational day trip through the Burgundy region, we toured the town of Beaune and enjoyed lunch in the quaint setting of winding cobblestone streets dotted with outdoor cafes and open markets. We visited the 15th century charity hospital Hotel Dieu, a museum that houses the original sickbeds as well as art treasures accumulated over the centuries. And we enjoyed a scenic ride along the Route des Vins, with its vinyards, lovely old cottages and beautiful landscapes. Before returning to our ship, we met a local vintner at the Domaines des Averlys, toured his vineyard and sampled his wines accompanied by cheeses and sausages prepared by his wife. A truly French degustation! Now we were ready to begin cruising the Rhone. Our ship was a perfect home on the river. Spacious cabins were well appointed, gourmet meals were served beautifully and the crew could not have been more accommodating. As we traveled along the river, passing vineyards, farms, sleepy villages and emerald green hillsides, we learned about and sampled some of France's culinary delights. Our chef gave us a demonstration on preparing crepes and our tour director helped us to brush up on conversational French in preparation for a visit and meal in the home of local residents, another trip highlight. Fantastique! An overnight cruise brought us to Viviers, a little town in Ardeche, a region of ancient villages and spa towns. We took a walking tour and then had free time to take a closer look at this charming town. When we awoke next morning, we found ourselves in Avignon and set off on a walking tour to discover the City of Popes. We learned that in the 14th century, the popes left the turmoil of Rome and built residences, chateaux, fortified palaces and churches in Avignon. This walled city is a mixture of winding streets in old neighborhoods and modern upscale shops. We had a full afternoon on our own to explore some of the quaint hidden streets lined with boulangeries and boutiques, and, of course, to enjoy a delicious, well-deserved gelato! That evening, the captain's farewell dinner aboard ship was followed by dancing to the music of a local combo. Our ship cruised through the early morning hours to Arles where we toured the town so beloved by Vincent Van Gogh. Still standing is the Café l'Alcazar, where the artist stayed and used the manager, Madame Ginoux, as his model for his painting l'Arlesienne. The city's colossal hilltop Roman amphitheater once held 21,000 spectators for gladiator fights in the first century. In the 21st century, it is a venue for bullfights.
Our afternoon was spent exploring churches, museums and Roman ruins, not to mention colorful fabric shops, where I purchased cotton prints to bring home for quilting. The next morning we said goodbye to our crew, thanking them for their attention to detail and wonderful meals. Then we were off by bus to the French Riviera's Cote d'Azur. Along the way we stopped in Draguignan to visit the Rhone American Cemetery, established just days after Allied troops landed in 1944 and began their offensive against the German Army in southern France and the Rhone Valley. Today, 861 American soldiers are buried at this moving memorial site.
We arrived mid-day in Nice, the Cote d'Azur's premier resort. Set on the Mediterranean's beautiful Bay of Angels, it is a city of art and theater. We toured the local markets, dined on a great paella at an outdoor cafe, ogled the other tourists and sunbathers and dipped our feet in the Mediterranean Sea. A short but scenic visit in preparation for our return to the U.S. Truly a trip to remember! Photos: Rick & Jan Miller
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LOCAL HISTORY
Wampanoag Men as Whalers,
Some by Choice, Others by Force
by Frank Lord
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"New England Indian Whaling Histories," an excellent exhibit now on display at the Mashpee Wampanoag Tribal Museum on Route 130, chronicles the many deep-water whaling voyages undertaken by Mashpee Wampanoags. Twenty members of the local Pocknett family were whalers from 1809 to 1884; two were boatsteerers and one died at sea. The exhibit is in place until November 1; museum hours are Wednesday to Saturday,
10 am to 4 pm.
Long before Pilgrims arrived in New England, the Wampanoags had extended their practice of "shore whaling" (harvesting whales that washed on shore) to chasing Right Whales that swam close to the shore, using dugout canoes to pursue and kill the animals. Wampanoags who settled along the coast and practiced hunting convinced white observers that Indian traditions of trapping, hunting and slaughtering game prepared native men to become highly proficient whalers. Employment opportunities on land were racially restricted, so whaling became important for Mashpee men. It was one of the few paid jobs where they could perform work that was similar to their traditional occupation as hunters.
In 1725 legislation allowed Indian whalemen to be bound to indentures for up to two years. An indebted Indian was required to work for his master and also to purchase supplies from him before and during the voyage. Thus, an indentured Indian was stripped of most of his potential earnings before he even set foot on the ship. The practice of Indian indenturing nearly ended Solomon Briant's tenure as Mashpee's Native American minister from the 1720s until he died in 1775. Briant apparently could not support his family on his minister's salary, so he signed on to a whaling voyage for twelve months to Greenland. When Briant returned home he had to hide
in a cave to avoid his creditors. In 1728, merchant John Otis bound Mashpee Wampanoag Gershom Barnabas to perform three years of whaling labor and gained rights to the labor of his two children, as well.
In 1758 Gideon Hawley, who succeeded Briant as Mashpee's white minister, observed, "An Indian having gotten into debt obliges himself to go whaling till he pays. Because of the risk involved, some Indians signed over their children who were bound to serve in case they should die or go further in debt. Children of Mashpee whalers sometimes spent their youth working on vessels or in white kitchens when their fathers could not meet the demands of their contracts."
Throughout the long history of American whaling Native Americans were much in demand as ordinary seamen as well as highly skilled boatsteerers and harpooners, the two most important assignments in a 20' whaleboat chasing a 60-ton whale. In 1809 Tristram Folger, captain of the Nantucket whale ship Mary Ann, offered a "lay
of 1/70" to Nathan and Elijah Pocknett who had performed well on previous voyages with him. A "lay" represented a share of the profits from the voyage, which meant that the entire crew shared a portion of its success or failure. Veteran native whalemen like the Pocknett brothers could bargain for higher lays and probably earned a decent living from the industry.
Competition for crewmen increased as the number of whaling ships increased, and there were times when the captain and mate were the only white men in a crew of 30. Unfortunately, some captains sailing home with less whale oil than expected would abandon a few crewmen in ports along the way to decrease the number of lays that had to be paid. To insure that this would not happen to him a sailor might sell his lay before starting the voyage, which also was a guarantee his family would have some income during his absence. Before he left home in 1807 to sail on the Essex, Joseph Gardner's mother sold one-half of his lay for $55.
Mark A. Nicholas "Mashpee Wampanoags of Cape Cod, the Whalefishery, and Seafaring's Impact on Community Development," The American Indian Quarterly, Vol. 26, No. 2, Spring 2002, pp. 165-197.
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Seen At Southport
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Team Southport Did It Again!
More than 100 Southport men and women turned out for the Fourth Annual Girlygirl P.A.R.T.S. (Prescreening Awareness Required To Silence) 5K walk/run for Ovarian Cancer on September 7 at the Sandwich Boardwalk. And for the second year in a row, Team Southport took the first place prize for the largest team participating in the event. Jill DiTommaso, the daughter of Southport resident June Romeo, is the founder of Girlygirlparts and has been in treatment for ovarian cancer since 2008. Southporters have reached out to support her and the fight against ovarian cancer. All proceeds go to the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute for Ovarian Cancer research. Thanks to our Southport neighbors we were able to donate $4500 to this cause. Thank you!
Karen Venezia, Team Southport Captain; photo: Don Dygert
Party People
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LADIES COCKTAIL PARTY ORGANIZERS (August 23)
L to R: Daphne Thompson, Gail Monson, Norine Piscatelli, Janice Colvin, Adrienne Guptill Photo: Margy DeBonville
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Southport Tennis Season |
Front Row l-r Dan Gould, Jan Miller, Bobbi King, Jeannette Simon, Linda Boduch, Judy Bergh
Row 2 l-r John Scibilia, Ellen Bolton, Ed Bergh, Robin Burke, Fay Gitnik
Row 3 l-r Dom Romano, Alan Gladstone, Bix Shoemaker, George Laliberte, Evelyn Laliberte, Sheila Romano Back Row l-r Ken MacLean, Andy Weisman, Steve Gitnik, Marilyn Beardsley, Elinor Saltz
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RESULTS OF THE 2013 TOURNAMENTS
Women's Doubles Round Robin: Bobbi King, Champion
Finalists: Ellen Bolton, Fay Gitnik, Barbara Brink, Sheila Romano
Men's Doubles Round Robin: George Laliberte, Champion Finalists: Bix Shoemaker, Dan Gould, John Brazier, Alan Gladstone, Ken MacLean
Mixed Doubles Round Robin: George Laliberte & Marilyn Beardsley, Champions
Runners Up: Alan Gladstone & Judy Bergh
Finalists (men): Ed Bergh, Steve Gitnik, Bix Shoemaker, Dan Gould
Finalists (women): Bobbi King, Linda Boduch, Evelyn Laliberte, Jan Miller
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Contributors to the October 2013 Edition
of Southport Village Voices
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Sandy Bernstein is a freelance writer and web designer. Her poetry, articles, and fiction have appeared in such publications as The Writer Magazine, Writers' Journal, Poetic Voices, Flashquake Magazine, Mind Fire, and many other print and web publications. She is a long time member of the Stoneham Writers Group. Currently she is working on a novel, an excerpt appears on her website www.sandybernstein.net.
If you have a Kindle, you can access her short story "Creepies"on Amazon for $.99.
David Kapp, with his wife Billie, moved from Connecticut to Southport in 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 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, Massachusetts, earned his BA degree 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. Janet Miller, a Massachusetts native, earned a degree in dental hygiene in 1966 and a degree in human services from Lesley College in 1992. She and her childhood sweetheart Rick, an engineer at General Electric for 38 years, retired and moved to Southport in 2005. After years of art classes and dabbling in watercolor, Jan began painting more seriously and selling her artwork. She is a member of the Falmouth Art Guild and the Venice Art Center of Florida. She also designs button necklaces and is teaching this art form on the Cape and in Florida. She is the proud grandmother of five and a very happy member of the Southport "family." Ernest Ruber and his wife of 55 years, Natalie, came to Southport in 2002 and enjoyed their life together here until her death in early 2011. Ernie retired from Northeastern University where he was Professor of Biology and Ecology. He designed and recently revised the interpretive nature trail at Southport and has written many nature/science articles for Southport Village Voices. He reports for Southport News on pool tournaments, in which he usually plays and frequently wins. Ernie has two adult children and a grandchild.
SPECIAL THANKS TO
Lee Othon for his interview and pictures,
Dick & Pat Smith for their interview,
Karen Venezia and Ed Bergh for their information,
Margy DeBonville and Don Dygert for their photographs,
and to my proofreader Billie Kapp
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