Southport Village Voices
An E-Magazine by & for the Residents of Southport
Number 67, September 2015
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Bonfire at Sandy Neck by Lydia Biersteker
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Summer's End
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I was a summer visitor to the Cape for decades, and felt welcomed. So I think it's only fair that I welcome others who come to discover this beautiful place. But now that I've graduated to year-round "wash-ashore" status, I have to admit that I look forward to Labor Day, after which most visitors migrate back to wherever they came from and life on the Cape assumes a slower pace and a quieter aspect.
There's a kind of delicious sadness to the end of summer, reflected in the world around us. The birds are packed and departing and vegetation is looking a little tired. Sun bathers have abandoned their beaches to walkers and there's a nip in the air, a hint of things to come.
But for me, the best months of the year are just around the corner. September and October can usually be counted on to bring us warm days, cool nights, blue skies and then -- that last flash of extravagant color as the trees put on their big show. Let's not think about what comes next.
I'm actually ceding the last week of summer to our Cape visitors and escaping to Maine, where I too will be a visitor. There's a small, antique house on Middle Bay in Harpswell where we've enjoyed many happy vacations with old friends. They'll be there to watch the sunsets with us, to swim in cold water, build fires, eat lobster, read, talk, dredge up memories from our shared past and revel in the unspoiled-ness of it all. There's no TV but, of course, we'll all be connected to the larger world via one gadget or another.
 Some day, we'll be brave and leave the gadgets at home. That would be really unspoiled.
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SOUTHPORT PROFILE
Bob & Lynn Fulton: Travel Junkies
an interview with Art Wagman
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Bob & Lynn Fulton. Lynn's painting in the background was inspired by lavender fields in France.
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I first met Lynn and Bob Fulton at the recent welcome reception for new residents, when we gathered in the Village Center foyer to enjoy wine and snacks. My wife Bobby and I walked over to join Bob and Betty Mendes who were engaged in animated conversation with another couple we had not yet met -- and were introduced to Lynn and Bob. "How long have you been at Southport," I asked. "Well," said Lynn, "It's now 5:30 and we closed on our condo at 3:27." "Wow," I thought, "There are newcomers and there are real newcomers. Welcome to Southport."
Now, seated in the three-season room of their new home at 47 Portside Drive, they tell me how very comfortable and happy they are here. The Fultons are no strangers to Cape Cod, both having long-term family here and having owned a condo in New Seabury and a house in Pocasset. But it is the journey that ultimately brought them to Southport that we talk about.
Lynn was born in Lynn, Massachusetts (appropriately enough). When Lynn was in the 8th grade. her father, a civil engineer, settled the family in Fairfield, Connecticut and went to work for Sikorsky Aircraft. Bob was born in Hartford, Connecticut, but his family eventually moved to Fairfield. They met in junior high school and became school chums, but their relationship developed to the point where in 1967 they married. Lynn was attending Southern Connecticut State College and went on to teach history and social studies in high school. Bob was also attending Southern Connecticut but illness forced him to drop out for a week; as a result he lost his student deferment and was drafted into the Army in 1968. After basic training at Fort Dix, New Jersey, he was stationed at the quartermaster school at Fort Lee, Virginia.
While in Virginia, they traveled to Williamsburg. As a newly married couple, one of whom was a soldier going off to war, they couldn't afford to stay at the luxurious Williamsburg Inn. But with a lot of chutzpah and a $100 check from Bob's grandfather, they approached the front desk and asked if it would buy them two nights and two dinners at the inn. It took a little doing, but the management heard their story and offered them lodging at the historic Lightfoot Tenement, in a beautifully appointed apartment. It was a stay they would never forget. Years later, they would learn that Queen Elizabeth stayed in this apartment when she was in town and it was "never" rented out to others. Their bill: $35. This event, plus the fact that both were history buffs inspired their life-long pursuit of history, travel and adventure.
The war in Vietnam was raging at the time and Bob was ultimately deployed to the war zone. Part way through his one-year tour of duty, they met in Hawaii for five days of R&R. "It was fabulous," says Lynn, "we absolutely loved it but we couldn't afford to finish college and also live there." However, the damage had been done; they had been bitten by the travel bug. After serving in Vietnam Bob returned to the US and spent the remainder of his army tour at Fort Lewis in Tacoma, Washington.
Bob and Lynn returned to Connecticut and enrolled at the University of Connecticut School of Education, graduating a year apart with majors in history and social studies. They ended up teaching in public education; Bob in Storrs and Lynn in Thompson, Connecticut, an old mill town on the Massachusetts border. They made an agreement that they would not spend summer vacations doing what most teachers did: working part time, taking courses, painting houses and such. Instead, they took their total savings, the grand sum of $1400, and went to Europe, their first of many trips to follow.
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The winter of 2015 did it! The Fultons decided to move to Southport, where shoveled walks are a valued service.
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Eventually they bought a lakefront house in Woodstock, CT and joined a home exchange program with other travelers around the world. Using the program to arrange property exchanges for travel and exploration, they were able to engage their passion for travel.
After some years, they sold the Woodstock house and bought a home in Pocasset, near Hen's Cove. It, too, proved to be an invaluable asset in their exchange program. "We loved that house. We put our hearts and souls into it and fixed it up just the way we wanted it -- and then decided that we couldn't spend another winter there; it was time to sell," says Bob.
The Fultons have traveled by just about every means possible, including driving, rail, backpacking, bicycling, canoeing, and hiking. They explored the trail of the famous Lewis and Clark expedition before Ken Burns made his popular PBS documentary on the subject. They've made seven trips across the US, many in their beloved Volkswagen camper, and one Canadian cross-country trip. They have visited Europe about 30 times over the years, spending extensive time in France, Italy and many other countries.
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Somewhere in the Austrian Alps, some time ago.
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They estimate that since 2003 they have made about 27 home exchanges, some in the US, most in Europe and six different exchanges in New Zealand. Bob tells the story of playing golf in New Zealand. "The fairways are long and narrow but very lush and it was common to come upon flocks of sheep peacefully grazing the course. It turns out they sometimes use sheep to keep the grass cropped instead of mowing. Obviously, the sheep are accustomed to flying golf balls because at the crack of the club hitting the ball the whole flock instinctively ducked. As you might imagine, you had to be careful where you walked. Little wonder those New Zealanders always wear their Wellies." (Wellington boots)
Lynn retired from her teaching job in Thompson in 2000 and then went on to teach at the UConn School of Education, first as a full-time professor and then as an adjunct until 2008. She participated in a grant program called, "Teaching American History," which trained educators to enrich the teaching of history by using original documents and data. Bob retired from his teaching job in 2002 and joined Lynn in the same program. They worked together for the next ten years, coaching teachers and offering seminars and institutes to promote and improve the teaching of history. They describe their retirement from public education and their subsequent work with the grant program as a "lovely soft landing."
With more time on his hands, Bob took a part-time job driving a 'green' shuttle for a few years, mostly from the Cape to the Boston and Providence airports. What had at first appeared to be a pretty straightforward job became, in many cases, a conversational feast with world-class scientists from Woods Hole institutions, eager to talk about their fascinating projects.
When I arrived at their home, I noticed a beautiful painting propped up on the mantle. I asked Lynn about it and, as it turns out, she painted the picture. She is an accomplished artist and a long-time member of the Falmouth Artists Guild, working in watercolors, oils and acrylic. Lynn has done a lot a painting on Cape Cod and in the various locations to which their travels have taken them. She's had shows in Connecticut and New Zealand and her work hangs in homes in France, Italy, New Zealand and elsewhere and includes personal commissions. She was delighted when I pointed out she will be joining several other artists who reside in the community.
The Fultons have not yet finished the chore of unpacking, ("You don't want to see the downstairs," said Bob), but they are feeling quite at home. Bob is attending Men's Coffee, playing golf and shuffleboard and has been drafted onto a "rising" bocce team. Lynn is doing water aerobics and chair yoga and has attempted shuffleboard, "to the despair of my teammates," she says. They are both busily making new friends. The Fultons are excited about being here and looking forward to many happy years at Southport.
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Una Serata da Ricordare*
by Lydia Biersteker
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We hoofed all over Boston, our tired soles clocking over six miles.
It was time to eat. We could have chosen any of the chic Italian eateries in Boston's North End. We zeroed in on a delightful airy open-windowed restaurant and sat beneath the baroque style ceiling, oblivious to the loud party of clean and well-dressed thirty-somethings next to us.
Our trusty comfort-dar failed us. We should have swept the scenario with our eyes. We should have requested the empty table in the corner. But we didn't. Our food was in front of us so it was too late. We gave up on our own conversation because we couldn't hear each other.
We eavesdropped on them. They joked about having sex on the drug molly and they used the 'F' word freely and loudly. Their mothers were the butts of jokes, some boasted about having been up all night. They took pictures, one guy opened the zipper to his pants and adopted a rude pose. I thought to photobomb their photo with an extended middle finger but I behaved. Some of us had to be adults.
 Their collective laughter was beyond uncomfortable. I stared past the empty table and out the window to the pretty dresses in the storefront of Sedurre Boutique. Our server comped our wine without being asked. She saw our discomfort. That helped.
Upon leaving, a man from the party spoke to me; his eyes gleamed guilt. "I hope you didn't mind a little noise." I told him he ruined our dinner. He laughed. He repeated my words to his group. They laughed. I was glad not to be one of them.
The next day I thought back and all I could remember was the homemade pasta fagioli, the delicious crusty bread and the imported olive oil. My entrée was exquisite and my chianti was fabulous. They actually ruined nothing. They only added to the experience and a memory was made.
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Southporters Visit Massachusetts Maritime Academy
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Some 35 Southport residents visited the Massachusetts Maritime Academy (MMA) on Buzzards Bay in Bourne on a sunny Friday morning in August. The visit was arranged by Ann Wells, a member of the Activities Committee, with Admiral Rick Gurnon, the recently retired commandant of MMA. Admiral Gurnon was assisted as host by senior staff members Elizabeth Stevenson and Elizabeth Daly.
 Admiral Gurnon, ("Please call me Rick."), greeted his visitors graciously and presented an informative introduction on the background and purpose of MMA. He noted that the mission of the academy is to provide a quality education for graduates serving in the merchant marine, the military services, and those who serve the interests of the Massachusetts, national and global marketplaces.
The academy offers a rigorous academic program in combination with a regimented lifestyle that instills honor, responsibility, discipline, and leadership. There are about 1400 co-ed student cadets in residence and the academy has an exceptionally high graduation and employment placement success rate. As a state-supported school, MMA is considerably less expensive than most undergraduate programs.
Our escorted tour included a visit to the training flagship T.S. Kennedy, on which every cadet experiences a six-month voyage for hands-on, practical training. Subsequently, we enjoyed lunch in the modern MMA cafeteria, and then toured the library, book store, and engineering laboratory. This was a most enjoyable and informative visit and clearly worth another visit sometime in the future.
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New In The Neighborhood
snapshot interviews and photos by Andy Jablon
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Irene Coates 
70 Grey Hawk Drive,
moved in March 2015
Originally From: College Point, Long Island, NY and Cedar Grove NJ
Previous Residences: Holliston and Sandwich, MA
What Kind of Work Did You Do?
High school math teacher, Holliston
Why Southport: My daughter's mother-in-law is Janet Cofran, who lives on Twin Oaks. Our kids thought it would be great to downsize from my house and be close to Janet. Makes for easy visiting for everyone.
Like Best about Southport: People and activities. I'm never bored. As a single person, it's easy to get involved with other people. No reason to be lonely.
Like Least: No complaints...this is a perfect place for me to be.
Want to Get involved with: I am involved with collecting used shoes for my church. We send them to Haiti and other places in need. I like chair yoga, water aerobics, cards and bocce.
 Herb & Chris Bader
55 Twin Oaks Drive,
moved in December 2014
Originally From: Chris: Agawam, MA; Herb: Bronx, NY
How They Met: Herb interviewed Chris for a job at the front desk at his dental practice (and hired her).
Previous Residences: John's Pond and New Seabury
What Kind of Work Did You Do? Chris: stewardess, office manager, party planner. Herb: Periodontist
Why Southport: Wanted to downsize.
Lived nearby and knew about Southport.
Like Best about Southport: People are wonderful.
Like Least: No complaints
Want to Get Involved with: Chris: Want to attend events and meet new people.
Herb: Shoot pool, play cards.
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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
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NON COMPOS MENDES
Bob Mendes
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- The death of football great Frank Gifford last month brought back a great memory. While I was writing the Bob Mathias biography, Bob and I would get together about once a month to work on the manuscript. During one those sessions in Fresno, where Bob lived, Frank Gifford was a guest at the Mathias house. Gifford was a USC alum and Mathias graduated from Stanford and they had been friendly rivals since their PAC-10 (then PAC-8) days. After a few hours work in the morning, Bob suggested the three of us go to lunch. I was thrilled to have lunch with the great Frank Gifford.
We went to a local joint where Bob and I had gone before and where everyone knew Mathias. Because of his role on Monday Night Football, Gifford was one of the most recognizable men in America and due to his presence, there was a lot of staring at our table. After a while our waitress came over and said, "I don't mean to be rude, but a lot of people at other tables are asking who are those two guys with Bob Mendes?"
- Somebody 'splain something to me. We all know that Saturday and Sunday comprise "The Weekend," yet every calendar says the first day of the week is Sunday. What I need to know is how can the first day of the week be part of the weekend?
- I'm planning to write an article on procrastination -- and I will, soon.
- If Donald Trump plans to deport 11 million illegal aliens, he'll have to repeal the 14th amendment. Here's my message to the Donald: "While you're repealing amendments, how 'bout taking a shot at the second." Pun intended.
- Here's a great quote everyone should know -- supposedly Voltaire's last words in 1778, as he lay on his deathbed. When asked by a priest to renounce the devil, he said, "This is no time to be making new enemies."
- "The Joke's on You," an article in the paper about a therapeutic healing protocol -- people having joke-telling sessions in the hospital. We can do that at Southport, not therapeutically, but just for fun. Who would like to start the Southport Joke-of-the-Month Club? We'll just sit around and exchange old jokes we've all probably heard before, but in new company.
- I might be interested in running for president if I could find a neighbor with a spare 10 or 12 mil lying around. Anyone interested in starting my Super-Pac?
- Is it my imagination or do kids today seem rather shallow and less involved in conversation than we were? Could it be because all of their supposed communications gadget have led to their lack of actual communications? Their electronic gadgets seem to do all their talking for them without creating the need to actually speak -- or listen.
- When we get fed up with current political dialogues, we can remember the founders of our great nation and how they dealt with their opponents. For instance, in 1796 John Adams and his Federalist party called Thomas Jefferson an atheist and cited him for his love of the French Revolution, especially the bloody, screaming mobs. In the 1800 rematch Jefferson hired a writer named James Callendar who called Adams, in print, a repulsive pedant, a gross hypocrite and a hideous hermaphrodite. Adams promptly had Callendar jailed under the Alien and Sedition Act.
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Explorations by Ernest Ruber
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Touring the Ashument Holly Reserve with Ernie Ruber were Pamela Britnell (left) and Phyllis Gray (right).
Also enjoying the tour were Sandra George, Doris Weishaus and Carmen Marino, who took the photograph.
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The Activities Committee sponsored a trip to the Ashumet Holly Reserve on August 19, led by Carmen Marino, with Ernie Ruber as field guide. Six of us spent a pleasant three hours exploring about two-thirds of the reserve at a leisurely pace. The Plymouth Gentian, a very rare aster was found blooming by the pond's edge. Many beautiful -- and some strange -- trees were seen; we identified some but not all.
The reserve is managed by the Audubon Society, which deserves much credit but also some criticism for their stewardship. Vines are overtaking the reserve and many valuable trees are partially overgrown by them. In places, Poison Ivy threatens the trail; considerable caution is required. If these problematic plants are not arrested, I foresee serious degradation of the quality of trips to the reserve.
Closer to home, it may be useful to remind both longer-term and newer residents of the Southport Interpretive Nature Path. This path, now eight years old, follows our sidewalks for the most part and the golf cart path in part, so I hesitate to call it a trail. There are some 30 stations with educational (and sometimes entertaining) information about nearby natural phenomena. New construction has forced the removal of three markers but two will be replaced at slightly different locations. Some deterioration caused by sunlight (to plastic laminate), birds (to wooden frames) and a snowplow (to post and frame) has occurred.
We are fortunate that the Southport Woodworkers, led by Joe Tinlin, are currently making about a dozen new frames and posts for this enterprise. Some of these will be used as replacements, some as new site markers in established areas and, as the new path by Martha Pond proceeds, some by the pond as well. I also hope to place some in Phase III areas as vegetation permits.
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Max, the Inventor
by Roy Smith
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In the rural New England village of my childhood we were blessed with lots of interesting neighbors. Many of these folks I will always remember for they left permanent and, for the most part, positive impressions. Looking back often makes me smile.
Max and Dot Horowitz were a delightful couple, near neighbors and family friends. They were an unusual match and enjoyed a volatile relationship. Dot was of proud Scottish decent and taught elementary school in southern New Hampshire. She was home from New Hampshire only occasionally during the school year, driving the distance in a green Model A Ford coupe she called Tizzy, with her old Boston Terrier Judy by her side. Dot took great pleasure in her home, gardens and neighbors during the summer season and I was her trusted dog walker.
 Max had a thriving automobile repair business in the nearby city and had a wonderful, large, rather overwhelming Jewish family. He was a big man, with a big voice and usually had a pungent cigar gripped in his teeth. He had a short temper and little tolerance for kids but we got along just fine. I admired Max; I thought he was clever. After the difficult years of WWII Max and Dot were the first of our neighbors to have the latest home accessories. If these could be not purchased new, something resembling the general concept was likely to be invented by Max.
One warm summer evening my father and I listened as Max installed something big in his living room window. We were definitely curious but we gave Max his space. After a while he called over and invited us to come have a look at his new air conditioner. We eagerly left the shade of the backyard apple trees to see this wondrous invention.
Mounted on a platform at the living room window sill was a large automobile radiator with a sturdy electric fan behind. A garden hose supplied water from the outside faucet to an adapter at the bottom of the radiator, another hose ran from the top across the driveway, steadily dribbling water into Dot's rose garden and creating a large mud puddle where Judy played happily. Max stood by proudly, in a thick cloud of cigar smoke while my Dad made appreciative comments. We were then invited inside to fully appreciate the effect. I stood in the center of the room in front of the window, and the stiff breeze certainly had a cooling effect. The fan was hitting something so the contraption was noisy, and it smelled a bit greasy, but it was cool. I thought it a great improvement over the small osculating fan that we had at home. Dot came in from the kitchen all smiles and bright-eyed until she discovered her muddy, wet dog close behind me.
I had enjoyed an occasional evening visit to watch Milton Berle on the Horowitz's television years before anyone else in the neighborhood had a set. One evening I was invited to see their new "big-screen, color" television. Max had mounted a very small TV set into a large, elegant mahogany, former phonograph cabinet with doors. When I arrived the doors were open and there was a thick, convex magnifier of some type of plastic mounted six inches or so in front of the TV screen. Ahead of that was a plastic sheet with four horizontal strips of color top to bottom - blue, yellow, red and green. Uncle Milty's program was certainly interesting as seen through this remarkable four-striped, wide-screen example of modern technology.
Max sat comfortably in his easy chair barely visible in a cloud of cigar smoke, Dot near the open window to the screened porch, and sweet old Judy lay on the floor next to me. Boston Terriers are notoriously flatulent and that night Judy outdid herself. When it was time to head home I rose to my feet, feeling a bit light-headed, and thanked my friends before staggering out the door. Max and Judy's contribution to the air in that small, warm living room during my hour of visual pleasure left me feeling a little unwell.
Another memory is of Max's snow blower. In the days when power lawn mowers were a novelty in most backyards, Max had a large reel-type with which he proudly kept his lawn meticulously trimmed. Snow shoveling was never popular with anyone and Max considered it a waste of time. I had read about snow blowers in the Popular Mechanics magazines that Max often passed on to me tattered, copiously marked up and with pages torn out. I'm sure he had the mechanical details down pat when he decided to invent a snow blower - not an off-the-shelf variety but a hybrid of his own design and manufacture. Well, we never saw the finished product because the sounds of frustration coming from the Horowitz's garage during the development process did not encourage visits. And my father feared that if the new machine ever did run, parts of it would be flying in all directions.
I finally got a look at the prototype when Dot came home from New Hampshire one afternoon and called to ask me to help move Max's "junk" from her side of their double garage. It took both of us to shift the many miscellaneous pieces to Max's side, while Dot sputtered angrily that her half was off limits to all but her Model A Ford. I guess that was the end of the snow blower; I never heard of it again. I did note, however, that Max had a new lawnmower the following summer.
All great thinkers have an occasional setback and this didn't affect my admiration for Max the Inventor or my affection for these two generous and creative people.
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Out & About
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More than eighty new residents were welcomed to Southport at a reception sponsored by the Welcome Committee in August. Photo: Andy Jablon
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Nancy MacDonald Brown took home two blue ribbons from the annual Bayberry Quilt Show, one in the Red White & Blue category for the piece pictured here, and another for her large quilt "Feathered Star" in the machine quilted category.
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Tired of packaged romaine lettuce? Save yourself a trip to the supermarket and try some of Ron Hutcheson's fresh, organically grown vegetables, available right here in Southport. Contact him at
ronsvegetablegarden@ gmail.com
or 774-228-2993 to see what he's picking today.
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Tom & Carol Fredian at Sandy Neck.
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Dale & Lydia Biersteker at Sandy Neck
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Inspired by the story of Al Benjamin's escape from a doomed B-17 bomber during WW II, Larry Cron has attempted to capture the moment in this 18" x 24" watercolor painting. Al was the navigator on the plane when he had to bail out over Belgium. Although he suffered injuries, it was his good fortune to be rescued by friendly partisans, who protected him until he could be picked up by the American forces. For his service to the nation of France, Al has been honored as a Knight of the French Legion of Honor.
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Contributors to the
September 2015 Edition of
Southport Village Voices
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 Lydia Biersteker grew up in Somerville, MA. 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, FL 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 the trails of Cape Cod, traveling and playing with their grandkids, who live with their son in Newburyport.
 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, 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.
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.
 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.
 Arthur Wagman and his wife Bobby moved to Southport in 2002. After graduating from Boston University, Arthur was commissioned into the US Air Force. He and Bobby were stationed in France, where their first child was born. Leaving the Air Force as a Captain, he returned to BU, earned his doctorate and began a lifelong career in education. Arthur was assistant superintendent for finance for Wayland, MA Public School, leaving to become the bursar at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. After leaving MIT he returned to public education and served as superintendent of Dedham, MA Public Schools. Arthur started and is president of Educational Resources Management, a consulting company working with school boards and architects to develop educational specifications for new schools. He and Bobby have three children and five grandchildren.
 Ann Wells was raised in Randolph MA but attended parochial school in Dorchester. She became a nurse as a second career in her 30's, attending the New England Deaconess Hospital School of Nursing in Boston. Throughout her career and retirement, she has been passionate about organ & tissue donation. She and Joe, her husband of 25 years this July, moved to Southport in 2002.
Special Thanks To:
Bob & Lynn Fulton for their interview and photos,
Herb & Chris Bader and Irene Coates for their interviews,
Ann & Joe Wells for their photo,
Carmen Marino for her Ashumet Holly photograph,
Lydia Biersteker for her photographs,
Larry Cron for his painting
and Billie Kapp for proofing the text.
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