Southport Village Voices 
An E-Magazine by & for the Residents of Southport
Number  65, July  2015      

 
Hydrangea and Flag

Beyond Beaches, Bikes  and 
Fish & Chips

  

Before moving to Southport, we had always focused our Cape Cod visits on the villages of the National Seashore. We came for beaches, bike trails, woodland walks and fish & chips. I'm not knocking any of those pleasures, but we were delighted to discover a whole new world of things to do in this corner of the Cape. The places listed below have become some of our favorite places. If you don't already know about them, check them out. You'll be glad you did.

 

Cotuit Center for the Arts

CCA's year-round schedule is jam-packed with plays, exhibits, family programs, classes, you name it, they "do it at Cotuit." The range and quality of music presented here is astonishing -- jazz, funk, blues, Broadway, classical, something for every taste. You can see a play in the intimate, 25-seat "Black Box Theatre", where it feels as though the actors are performing just for you, or see a Broadway show. Membership benefits are great: special seating if you need it, discounted (already reasonable) prices, a glass of wine or beer every time you show up. Just 20 minutes away, CCA is notable for the variety, quality, accessibility and affordability of its offerings.

 

Heritage Gardens & Museums

You don't have to fly to England to find a magnificent garden nestled in an immaculately maintained landscape; there's one in Sandwich. Rhododendrons, daylilies, hydrangeas and hostas present their seasonal shows, and three just-big-enough museums host exhibits of antique cars, folk art and a traveling show each summer (this year, the paintings of N.C., Andrew and Jamie Wyeth). Take a break while your grandkids explore the Hidden Hollow, mount your horse and ride the Carousel, or walk, zip and climb among the tree-tops for hours in the amazing new Adventure Park. This is a great place to take your guests, so buy a membership that allows you to go there repeatedly during the year.

 

Highfield Hall

This beautifully restored 19th century mansion, Falmouth's original summer estate, is set among towering beech trees, historic gardens, and woodland walks. It's become one of the liveliest cultural centers on the Cape, with a year-round program of exhibits, concerts, cooking lessons, nature walks, lectures -- and especially in the summer, family events. There's something wonderful here for everyone.

 
David Kapp

 

 

 

 

David Kapp, editor

 

CONTENTS Click on the article you want to read.
MEMOIR Roy Smith reminisces about the vanished pleasures of life on the "piazza."
POETRY Lydia Biersteker feels a little guilty about abandoning her Birkenstocks.
SOUTHPORT PROFILE An interview with Vic and Lee Blumenthal
PHOTOS Out & About with Andy Jablon
NON COMPOS MENDES Bob has discovered a good reason to vote for Donald Trump for President.
NEW IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD Snapshot interviews and photos by Andy Jablon
SCHOLARSHIPS Meet the 2015 Southport Scholarship Winners.
PHOTOS Larry Cron captures the smiles at the Summer Sizzles event.
TRAVEL Liz Rogers reports on the fulfillment of Keith's bucket list goal to kiss the Blarney Stone, among other adventures.
HPHOTOS Stephen DelGizzo's pictures of Southport Quilters and their artistry.
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Seasons on the Piazza

by Roy Smith



 

Piazza is a word we don't often hear anymore. Webster defines it as "a large covered porch." Well, ours wasn't large but it was covered. Our village home in the 1940s had a piazza that was a favorite resting place and social gathering spot for our family and often neighbors.

Piazza It was long and narrow, enclosed by a wood railing of square balusters interspersed at regular intervals with short turned newel posts. Each newel post was topped with a large wood ball that felt good to the hand. Three large trellises were covered with robust climbing roses. The narrow floor boards were spaced so that one had to be careful not to drop any very small, valuable items between the cracks. The railings were painted white, the trellises green and the floor grey; everything received a thorough cleaning each spring. We didn't have a swing or glider on our piazza. Although my sister and I often suggested such an addition, the idea never jelled with our parents.

Our home was situated on the corner of two short, dead-end roads where they joined a village thoroughfare. Sounds like a busy spot, but given our village size the term busy would be a stretch. Our parents invested a lot of pride and care in their house and created a home that was always warm, welcoming and frequently full of visiting family or friends.

Spring meant that we could bring out the best of those wretched folding chairs with a wood frame and a long stretch of canvas, top to bottom. The back support fit into a choice of notches in the back frame to adjust the angle of elevation, and if you didn't get that adjustment right the whole thing would collapse.(I confess to causing the collapse of my sister's chair a time or two.) Once you got settled, the chairs were comfortable enough.

 

Piazza sitting was mostly an evening or Sunday afternoon activity that began when our father came home from work.  He would have a wash-up, take the newspaper, a cold beer and his pack of Chesterfields and settle into his chair on the piazza until called to dinner. The radio, tuned to the evening news, could be heard through the open dining room window. I sometimes joined him with a book, puzzle or drawing pad in my lap. 

 

It was a grand spot to watch the early evening activity of the village. A few men returned home from work later than our father, some walking from the bus stop about a mile away. Folks often called a greeting or comment on the weather as they came by and it wasn't hard to tell if they were tired or had had a bad day. The bus from the Fore River Shipyard usually came late to drop off a few of their workers. 

 

After dinner my mother might join us with her needlework or knitting bag. My sister, 11 years older than I, sometimes joined us unless she had one of her frequent social commitments. The evening parade typically included kids on bikes, couples out for a stroll, and men with their pipe or cigar, often in the company of the family dog.

 

On a Friday or Saturday evening, friends might join us on the piazza for an impromptu visit. If the five folding-chair capacity was reached the men would perch on the railing, prompting mother to bring out kitchen chairs. Men migrated to one end of the piazza, generating a dense cloud of cigarette, pipe and cigar smoke, while the women occupied the opposite end. The occasional dog was my guest and we sat on the step or played on the lawn. These visits would go on into dusk and through the lighting of citronella candles. When the mosquitoes finally took over, everyone headed for home. 

 

I recall one very special experience on the piazza; it must have been the evening of August 15,1945. A small group of neighbors had gathered with my parents to celebrate the surrender of Japan and the ending of WWII. Our next door neighbor appeared with several noise makers and a hand-bell.  She had two sons on active duty in the Army. She handed those items to me and said, "Round up some kids and make as much noise as you can to celebrate. My boys will soon be coming home!" I agreed eagerly, and for a short time a small group of village boys and girls, not fully aware of the significance of that day's announcement, made a celebratory ruckus in the roadway with cheers from our piazza. My own family had reason to be thankful at hearing this news. The 19-year-old neighbor serving in the Pacific on a Navy LST, who would 

become my brother-in-law and dear friend, could now return home safely as well.

 

I especially enjoyed sitting on the piazza after a rain storm on a hot summer day, savoring the clean ozone smell and watching steam rise from our newly tarred road. But as the summer heat increased, the chairs were shifted to the lawn underneath the old apple trees in the backyard and the neighborhood social season quieted down. Serious piazza sitting would not resume until fall. 

 

Many of our neighbors were of different ethnic origins.  During these informal gatherings they learned about each other, discussed the fears and tensions of the time or simply gossiped for the pleasure of it. The exchange of a few eggs or vegetables or an offer to help with a chore, such as shingling a roof, wasn't uncommon either. Friendships were made and memories were collected that would last a lifetime. 

  


 


 


 

The places we have taken you, 

the roads we've trudged, on 

pine-needled paths and sandy
beaches, asphalt roadsides and
wooded trails, in dusky moonlight
and the early glimmer of dawn,
we've meandered through history
together. We've supported you, me
and my strappy sister sandal, but
we're sitting out this summer
in the back of your dusty closet,
our soles worn down, our cork
stained, discarded and forgotten,
while you trounce around in your
cheesy man-made neoprenes,
fabricated in some forsaken third
world nation probably by children.
Have you no loyalty? No nostalgic
allegiance? Not a twinge? Remember
your glee when you opened the
box and slipped us on? You justified
our cost with the intent to resole and
recork, till death do us part, but nope.
Instead you've treated us like the
proverbial old shoe.

 

SOUTHPORT PROFILE
 
Vic & Lee Blumenthal 
 an interview with David Kapp

  

 

  

Vic & Lee Blumenthal 50th
Vic & Lee on the occasion of their 50th anniversary

Vic and Lee Blumenthal have changed addresses 14 times in their 58 years of marriage, and if you ask Vic where he has enjoyed living most, he likes to say, very wisely, "wherever my wife was." 

        Both grew up in the Boston area, (Natick and Everett respectively) and wherever they've roamed, they've always returned to the Bay State. They spend six months of the year in Florida but don't regard it as home. "When we leave for the winter," Lee says, "we talk about 'going to Florida.' But when we come back, we always say,'We're coming home.' "

        Vic's father was born in England but was brought to the United States as a four-year-old; Vic's mother was a Bostonian. He was one of five children in a family that, in the mid-1930s, was part of a very small Jewish community of perhaps 20 families in Natick. He attended public schools, initially in a one-room schoolhouse, and vividly recalls the disciplinary technique of his fifth grade teacher; she was given to firing rubber erasers at kids when they talked out of turn. An industrious boy, Vic milked cows, picked strawberries, mowed lawns, delivered furniture and performed other chores to earn money.

        After high school, Vic attended UMass in Amherst, graduating in 1955. And it was during his senior year at UMass that he met Lee Ullian, the young woman he would marry. Lee's mother was a homemaker and her dad was a doctor, who influenced her to pursue a career in physical therapy at Barnard College and Columbia University. Vic's mother had a friend whose daughter Sunny was also at Barnard. 

        A couple of blind dates in the spring of 1955 came to a head in the lobby of a Barnard dormitory. Sunny was out of the picture, co-opted by a new boyfriend, but two other girls had agreed to blind dates with Vic and his friend Bob. As the girls descended the lobby staircase, Vic spotted the one he wanted and was quicker off the mark than Bob. He grabbed her coat and went off for his first date with Lee. "I fell in love that night," he says, "but it took her a little longer."

        Vic worked for a year after graduating, but the draft was still in effect, so in June 1956 he enlisted in the Army and served for two years. In the middle of that stint, he and Lee married. At some point during their courtship, they discovered that both of their families had summer cottages in Onset, just half a mile from one another. Some things are meant to be.

        While in the Army, Vic worked with the Finance Corps and became familiar with the management of financial activities and data processing, which led to his 32-year career in financial and information technology management. Along the way, he has worked for Raytheon, Honeywell, California Blue Shield and a handful of other corporations. 

        When I asked about his most satisfying work experience, Vic said that came while working for Automatic Data Processing (ADP) in Waltham. The largest client in ADP's Hartford office, Friendly's, was moving its business elsewhere; Vic's assignment was to shut the resulting unprofitable operation down. Instead, he persuaded Friendly's to stay, found new clients and improved the use of technology. Over the course of ten years, he grew the business from $2.5 million/year to $20 million/year and saved the operation.

        After graduating from Columbia University in 1957, Lee used her physical therapy training for a year at Johns Hopkins Hospital, until her first child Linda arrived; two other children, Laura and Mark, followed by 1963. In the following years, Lee worked as a physical therapist for home health care agencies, as her family responsibilities allowed.

 

Vic & Lee Blumenthal on Boat
Vic & Lee on their boat, "Breezy Point"

One of the great pleasures that Vic and Lee enjoyed over the course of 25 years -- boating -- was sparked one day in 1979 while they drove from Framingham to Cape Cod. Stalled temporarily in traffic beside a vehicle hauling a small sailboat, Vic struck up a conversation with the driver, asking questions about boats and boating. When he returned from the Cape, he went to a boatyard, bought a 16' sailboat and named it "Shared Experience." In the decades that followed, in successively bigger boats named "Breezy Point" (echoing the name of their Onset cottage), they sailed the waters of New England and Long Island Sound. Vic and Lee have also enjoyed the pleasure of visiting much of the US and Canada and taking trips to Europe and Asia, Australia, South America and Israel. 

        But busy as they have been with work and family, both Vic and Lee have made time to volunteer. While in Florida, Lee volunteers at a Woman's Health Center, escorting patients who have come for a mammography. Vic volunteers, both here and also in Florida. His work in the Emergency Department of Falmouth Hospital was recognized last summer when he was named "Volunteer of the Month." His job in the ED is to meet patients as they arrive, escort them to triage and keep them informed while they wait for their appointments. He also takes patients to X-ray and brings visitors to the rooms of their family members. When things are slow, there are housekeeping chores to occupy his time. He also volunteers at the Mashpee Senior Center, driving people to doctor appointments. Colleagues at the Falmouth Hospital have described Vic as "committed, dependable, compassionate and the right person for the job." When I asked him why he spends so much time volunteering, he said simply, "I like people and I like to give back."

        The year 1996 was a year of big decisions for Lee and Vic. They sold their boat and moved from Hopkinton, MA to their summer home in North Falmouth. Vic began a five-year involvement with Business Networking International (BNI), purchasing a BNI franchise and growing the business to 40 chapters on the Cape and in southeastern Massachusetts and Rhode Island. BNI establishes highly structured local chapters of business people for the purpose of sharing referrals within the group and expanding access to one another's contacts. 

 

Blumental Grandchildren
In a favorite photo taken some ten years ago, 
the Blumenthal grandchildren pose on a Falmouth beach. 
(L to R) Christa, Jessica, Alyson (in the rear), Emma, Scott and Alan

In 1996, Vic and Lee also began to spend their winters in Florida, eventually purchasing a condo in Boynton Beach. Since then, their life, more than ever, has focused on the changing lives of their three adult children and the activities of their six grandchildren. But traveling and volunteering have continued.

         Vic and Lee sold their North Falmouth house in 2009 and moved to Southport. (During the interview, we discovered that they and we, the Kapps, had offered to buy the same condo, but our bid prevailed.) Lee attends the Ladies Coffee, participates in water aerobics, works out in the cardio room and enjoys walking and playing cards. Vic has served on the Landscape Committee, exercises and enjoys riding his bike and playing golf twice a week. Both are avid sports fans, following the Patriots, Celtics, Bruins, and the Red Sox -- even if they're not winning. Lee refers to the Boston area as "Sports Heaven."

        After their beginnings in the Boston area, pursuing busy, productive lives, raising a family, moving from place to place and traveling the world, Vic and Lee have come full circle to a special place that holds many happy memories for them -- Cape Cod. It's good to have them as neighbors in Southport.

 

 

Out & About
Photos by Andy Jablon
 (except Mary Berg, unknown)

Sandy & friends tour the Cape Cod Coffee Roasters.

Mary Berg, Queen of the Swimming Pool

Michael & Lori McBride at the Clam Bake

Ernie explains the vines in our landscape.


 
 
NON  COMPOS  MENDES

Bob Mendes

 

  • The Associated Press has finally caught up with NON COMPOS. Four times, most recently in May, this column has criticized the crazed leaders of our commonwealth for their desperate need for three -- three! -- casinos. The AP has now written an article telling us that the entire Northeast is over-casinoed and that the market is not expanding. Gamblers are merely moving money around from one state to another, then back again. Why does no one listen to me?
  • As if we didn't have enough problems, now Donald Trump is running for President. The only good thing that could come from this: If he should win, he'll stand in front of Congress and say, "You're fired!"
  • I was looking at a photograph of my grandson taken at the FDR memorial in Washington and read, for the first time, the inscription on the wall behind him. "The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much, it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little." Spoken by Roosevelt about 80 years ago, it is no less true today.
  • A little trivia to think about: When we send someone an e-mail, we have the option of including someone else in the distribution by sending a CC, a carbon copy. What an antiquated term. We are probably the last generation to know what a carbon copy actually was.
  • I have as much awe and respect for the constitution and those who wrote it as the next guy. I am also as progressive and liberal as the other next guy, but these two next guys notwithstanding, I think it's time to examine the relevance of parts of our constitution, specifically, the first amendment. When this worthy document was composed, the geniuses who wrote it had no idea -- how could they? -- of the technological developments that would take a couple of hundred years in the future. They also had no way to anticipate the method of warfare we now know as terrorism. My point? I think it might be time to consider some changes, maybe in the form of new amendments. 
  • A recent PBS program featured the music of Brahms, Mozart, Beethoven, Grieg, Gershwin, Sibelius and others.  Bette's comment. "Listen to this music, then think about the music being written today. We are really living in the dark ages of music."

ASK MISS INFORMED

 

Dear Miss Informed:  

Whatever happened to Rachel? She used to call me regularly to assure me there was no problem with my credit card account and even offered me a way to reduce the interest I was paying. Now, I never hear from her and I sort of miss her.

     Needing Friends

 

Dear Needy:

We have it from a good source that Rachel was recently arrested as the leader of an illegal Mah Jong ring. She has been replaced by Bridget, a former coal miner, unmarried mother of 14 children and a Las Vegas stripper. Bridget has vowed to carry on all of the annoying traditions we miss due to Rachel's incarceration.

     Miss Informed

 

  • FINAL THOUGHT If you've been thinking that the slaughter in Charleston will bring about some changes in our gun control laws, forget it. Schoolchildren killed in Connecticut? Meaningless. Patrons of a movie theater in Colorado gunned down? Inconsequential. For God's sake! When one of their own colleagues, Gabriela Giffords, was gunned down, Congress looked the other way. What will it take? Incumbency, thy name is futility.
  • P.S. Notice, not a word about Leisure Green, construction, potholes, or any other annoyances. I must be getting soft.
  

 

 

 

New In The Neighborhood

snapshot interviews and photos by Andy Jablon
 

 

 

 


John & Pat Kearn
John & Pat Kearn

72 Leisure Green, moved in December 2014  

Originally From: John -- Congress, NY;

Pat -- Cliffside Park, NJ

Previous Residences: South Jersey; Sudbury, MA; Kwajalein (Marshall Islands) and Ballymeade in Falmouth

What Kind of Work Did You Do?  

John: Transmitter engineer for Raytheon. Pat: Sudbury Public Schools, elementary school library.  

Why Southport: Knew about SP from living in Falmouth. Wanted to downsize and wanted a new condo. Activities at SP attracted us. 

Like Best about Southport: All maintenance taken care of

Like Least: Wish interior units had more natural light.

Want to get involved with: Golf and bridge.

 

Bob KeelingBob Keeling
11 Driver Lane, moved in February 2015

 

 

Originally from: Sharon, MA

Previous Residences: East Falmouth for last 22 years

What Kind of Work Did You Do? I'm still working as a financial advisor, Keeling Financial Strategies. Was also involved with Hope Health, hospice and alzheimer's care.   

Why Southport: Good place for a single person; not isolated like other condos.

Like Best about Southport: Golf course.

Like Least: No complaints

 

Want to get involved with: Golf, TGIF, card games and meeting new people.

 

 

Rich & Cindy Vengroff

43 Greyhawk Drive, moved in May 2015

 

Originally from: Rich: Huntington, Long Island NY; Cindy: Santa Monica and Arcadia, CA

Previous Residences: Lubbock, Texas; Dakar, Senegal; Claremont, CA; Storrs CT; Atlanta; Lowell, MA

What Kind of Work Did You Do?  

Rich: 40 years professor political science, 8 years US Aid Development. Cindy: adolescent psych nurse; second career in museum studies. Worked at Tsongas Industrial History Center in Lowell.  

Why Southport: Recommended by Tom Kelleher. We took a drive down and immediately put down a deposit. The SP community attracted us and also having beaches nearby. 

Like Best about Southport: Sense of community and kid-friendly.

Like Least: Construction all around

Want to get involved with: Rich:I joined the Election Committee. Interested in social services, History Club and bocce. Cindy:Woodworking, art classes and walking

 

Want Your 15 Minutes Of Fame? 

 If you've been here less than a year, volunteer for a snapshot interview. 

 Or nominate a neighbor. 

It's painless.

Andy Jablon: andy@wvpboston.com 


Southport Scholarship Winners 2015


From left to right: Ashley Welch, Olivia Richards, Elaina Lavigne, Zana Green,
Raegan Silvia, Christina Ball and Steven Ross. Photo: Linda Catalina

   

Christina Ball participated in the arts program, captained the lacrosse team, played soccer, and helped manage the football team. She wants to pursue a degree in sports management and will attend Endicott College.

 

Zana Green was a member of the National Honor Society, Student Council, Principal's Advisory Council, the lacrosse and track teams. She plans on a nursing career and will be attending Howard University. 

 

Elaina Lavigne was a member of the National Honor Society, Garden Club and Human Rights Club, and played on the soccer and track teams. She will be attending Emanuel College, majoring in English/Journalism. 

 

Olivia Richards was active in her school and community through her involvement in Special Olympics, the Ambassadors Club and Student Council. She will attend Emanuel College and looks forward to a creed in teaching.  

 

Steven Ross was involved with Student Council, the Peer Leadership program, and the National Honor Society as well as the soccer, tennis and jazz programs. He may pursue a course of study in foreign languages at Holy Cross College.  

 

Raegan Silvia was captain of the varsity basketball team and played softball and field hockey as well. She'll attend Westfield State, with a major in criminal justice in mind.  

 

Ashley Welch was a member of the National Honor Society and eight other clubs including the Key Club, HOSA and the Human Rights Club. She hopes to embark on a medical career at Boston University fall.

 

 

Summer Sizzlers
Photos by Larry Cron










 













TRAVEL

"Sailing, Sailing, Over the Bounding Main..."
by Liz Rogers


 

Keith's and my first trans-Atlantic cruise sailed from Fort Lauderdale in April 2014. We had booked two cruises 'back to back,' -- a 15-day trans-Atlantic and a seven-day Spain and France cruise. And we had a nice surprise. Our neighbors and friends Gary and Sue Potter booked a last-minute passage on the first part of the trip. During the initial six days at sea, we spent time with Gary and Sue, got acquainted with people with whom we had arranged private tours, read, attended shows and lectures, and played games. Very relaxing!

 

Our first port of call was Ponta Delgada on the volcanic Portuguese island of Sao Miguel in the Azores (above). We had arranged a private van tour with Amazing Tours and had a great time with our tour mates, whom we had met through CruiseCritic.com, and our guide Ricardo, who was fantastic. Sao Miguel, the largest island in the Azores, is home to lush vegetation, hot springs and picturesque villages. 

This island also happens to be the place where my grandfather was born. He left in the 1920s for a new life in the United States, and I wondered what it must have been like for him to pass through the city gate for the last time. I tried to imagine what his crossing of the Atlantic, in steerage I assume, was like. That had to have been bittersweet, exciting and scary. He never returned to the island but spoke of it fondly. As far as I know, I was the first in my family to visit this beautiful place.
 
Some people will do anything for a photo op! 
After two more days at sea, we docked at the Irish port of Cobh (pronounced "cove"). Unexpectedly, it was nice warm day, and we took a tour to Blarney Castle -- a ruin set amid lovely gardens and wonderful walks. Aside from enjoying those, our goal, of course, was to kiss the Blarney Stone, which requires you to race through the ticket booth, run to the castle and get in line to climb the 100 plus stone steps to the top of the castle. The steps are narrow and the walkway a bit claustrophobic, but that did not stop us. At the top of the castle you are told to lie on your back, grab two handrails, tip your head way back and, while upside down, kiss a rock hanging over the wall. Then they take your picture and try to sell it to you. You have to wonder why anyone would do this, but it's a money maker for the site -- and it was fun!

 

Did you know that there are about 1150 original Belgian beers  -- many with their own distinctive glass?
We had visited our next port, Dublin, on an earlier trip, so we took a tour of the countryside and visited the Powerscourt estate and gardens, a gorgeous 'summer house' that reminded us of Downton Abbey. 

After that, it was on to Belgium and a day in the lovely medieval town of Bruges, famed for its cobbled streets, centuries-old buildings, canals and, of course, chocolate and beer. That's us on the left; we  would love to visit this city again; it's like stepping back in time.

 

From Belgium we sailed away to Le Havre in France, where we took a tour to the WW II battlefield sites of Omaha and Utah beach, the American Cemetery (below), and several villages that had been occupied by the German army. The story of D-Day was fascinating and we found the stories of individual bravery compelling. One story was about two medics who were treating US soldiers and local people in a village church. They found several German soldiers who were also in need of medical care and brought them to the church. At first, the town was held by the Allies, but then the Germans captured it and entered the church. When they saw that German soldiers were being treated, they spared everyone in the church. The medics were not doctors, but they made do with limited medical skills and supplies, treating 82 people and losing only two.

From our next port, Southampton, we took an amazing tour of the English countryside and Stonehenge. Our driver/guide Sebastian made this tour special. He stopped by a beautiful manor house to explain how the huge stones used at Stonehenge had been dragged there from Wales. He had converted two coat hangers into divining rods, using them to detect magnetic energy rather than water. While trying our skills at divining, the lady of the manor came out to ask what we were doing there. But instead of telling us to leave she joined in the fun and then invited us into her house and gardens. She also gave us autographed copies of a book she had written, The Tower, by Lady Sarah Halswell. She was very gracious  and made our day one to remember.

La Coruna, Spain, was our next stop. We explored this lovely medieval town on foot and visited the Tower of Hercules, the oldest Roman lighthouse in Europe. Then relaxed with tapas and a drink before returning to the ship. On the following day, we found ourselves in the port of Bilbao, from which we took a tour of San Sebastián on the Bay of Biscay and enjoyed learning about the history of the area. Back to France, to the port of Le Verdon and the wine country of Bordeaux. How could we not like this port of call? First a visit to a vineyard with a wine tasting, then a tour of the town of Bordeaux and lunch with more great wine. The French know how to live!

Then we were off to St. Peter Port on the Channel Isle of Guernsey, where things were really hopping! We arrived on a national holiday, Liberation Day (above), which marks the end of the WW II German occupation of the island. There were parades, street fairs, food and crafts -- a great party. We walked around the very hilly town and enjoyed a rock 'n roll ride from port back to our ship in one of the ship's lifeboats.

 

At our final port of call, Southampton, we left the ship for for a private excursion with just the two of us and our favorite guide, Sebastian. Feeling pampered in the luxurious backseat of a Mercedes saloon car, we travelled  through the scenic landscape of the New Forest in Salisbury Plain, and then visited the neolithic burial site of Kennet Long Barrow, where a Druid ceremony was in progress. Sebastian encounters such ceremonies frequently but it was all new to us, and we found it fascinating -- candles, crystals and drumming.

We also visited the three standing stone circles in Avebury, the largest such complex in the world. Unlike Stonehenge, you can touch the Avebury stones and walk among them. About 5000 years ago, people made pilgrimages from a nearby stone circle called the Sanctuary, along a stone-lined avenue to the Avebury circles. These stones, along with those brought from Wales for Stonehenge (above), make up greater Stonehenge. Visiting these sites made us understand that Stonehenge is just one piece of a much larger puzzle that made the Salisbury Plain an important spiritual and ceremonial site, whose mysteries will probably never be fully revealed.

 

 

Southport Quilters "Show & Tell"

Southport Quilters staged their annual  "Show & Tell" in the Village Center on June 2, 
exhibiting projects they've been working on over the last year.Some of the quilters and their creations are seen below. Photos: Steven DelGizzo and Elizabeth Donovan (DelGizzo)
 
Denise Judelson
 
Jean Babcock
 
Nancy Brown
 
Kathy Casaubon
 
Elizabeth Donovan
 
Steven DelGizzo
 
 

  

Contributors to the
July 2015 Edition 

Southport Village Voices 

 

 

 

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 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, traveling and playing with their grandkids. 

  

Andy Jablon owns a television production company in Watertown that provides crews to shoot stories in New England for the major TV networks. As producer, he interviews all sorts of interesting people on a regular basis. His wife Tracy Tebbutt works at a cancer pharmaceutical company in Cambridge. Since July 2014, they split their time between Southport and Boston, depending on work schedules. Both are enthusiastic cyclists, riding their bikes along the Charles River to work in almost all kinds of weather. They relax by walking, biking, playing tennis and soaking in the hot tub.  
  
David Kapp 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 daughter, son, grandson and many other family members live. 
 
Bob Mendes began his career as an advertising copywriter at Doyle Dane Bernbach in NYC 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 NFL and the American Library Association, using 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. He's had a number of part-time jobs, has written two more books, and volunteers. Bette serves on the Board of Governors and volunteers at the Falmouth Jewish Congregation. Their son Steve, a pediatrician, lives in Marion with his wife Sarah and their children; a second son, Jeff, practices law in Indianapolis.

Liz Rogers Liz Rogers and her husband Keith moved to Southport from Rhode Island in 2012. Liz retired from a career as a professional conservationist with the USDA's Natural Resources Conservation Service. Liz and Keith have a son living in RI, whose children, Cody 13, Libby 8, and Abby 7, love to swim in the Village Center's indoor pool. Liz and Keith enjoy their home on Chadwick Court and Cape Cod. Time with friends is spent golfing, biking, kayaking, attending local theater, etc. Both are active on several Southport committees.

 

 

Roy Smith grew up in East and West Bridgewater, MA. He served as a corpsman in the US Coast Guard on the weather cutter USCGC Castle Rock and the icebreaker USCGC Eastwind, on voyages from the Arctic to the Antarctic. In his thirty-year career at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution he was initially a sea-going chemistry tech and later an administrator in the Geology and Geophysics Department. After retiring from WHOI, he was general manager of McLane Research Laboratories in Falmouth. Roy met his wife Cynthia at WHOI, where she worked summers while on teaching break. They moved to Southport two years ago and consider the choice one of their best. Since retirement both have volunteered at the Falmouth Service Center. Roy has charitable woodworking projects underway at all times and Cynthia is involved with various charities on the Upper Cape. They have two sons, Jason, an engineer at WHOI, and Aaron, a sculptor, and two beautiful granddaughters. 

 


 


 

SPECIAL THANKS TO

Vic  & Lee Blumenthal for their interview and photos,

John & Pat Kearn, Bob Keeling and Rich & Cindy Vengroff

for their interviews,

Larry Cron, Stephen DelGizzo, Andy Jablon and Linda Catalina for their photos,

and to my proofreader Billie Kapp.