Friday, September 23, 2011

McKinley Avenue


On Sunday mornings, I often take walks around Norwich, the city where our boat is docked during the summer. Several weeks ago, I walked down McKinley Avenue and imagined, as I looked at the old houses, that the street was probably named for President William McKinley. It was not uncommon to have streets and schools named after admired presidents and 110 or more years ago, McKinley was certainly admired, particularly for his successful leadership during the Spanish American War.

McKinley was shot on September 6, 1901 by anarchist Leon Frank Czolgosa during a visit to the Pan American Exposition in Chicago. The president survived for more than a week but died on September 14, making the date of this blog the 110th anniversary of his death.

My guess is that by the time of McKinley's death, there were already many houses on what is now McKinley Avenue, which begins a little north of Rockwell Street and ends at the intersection of Franklin and Grove Streets. The houses are almost all constructed of wood and I find the detail in the architecture fascinating, especially given the fact that before the turn of the 20th century, there was no electricity, no cars and trucks, no inside plumbing and little or no piped water.


It's easy to look at this photo and write it off as just another old street in an old New England city.  That's certainly true, but a closer look shows much of the craftsmanship that was typical of that period, although time has taken its toll.


This is a dormer on one of the oldest houses on the street. My guess is that the house was built before or around the time of the Civil War and today is deteriorating. A dormer like this could have been plain but someone took the time to embellish it with two dozen or so carefully carved little brackets. There is also that little inset panel above the windows and the subtle curve of the tops of the windows. Someone way back then knew how to make a common dormer more interesting.


Another house, stripped of much of its paint but with the original window sashes still in place, shows the remarkable detail that someone, probably not an architect, designed for the tops of what otherwise would be plain windows.


The beautiful detail shown on these houses is probably European in its origin. Norwich was a thriving city in those days and had been since the turn of the 19th century, exporting produce, textiles and other goods manufactured at the water-powered mills in eastern Connecticut. Successful men and their families went to Europe and came back with ideas of what a great home should look like. No more plain, drab New England  houses.  America was taking its place in the world and our homes began to reflect that. That time also saw the arrival of craftsmen from Europe who knew how to build houses that spoke to the owner's sense of importance. Soon, the idea of building a beautiful house, at least from the street-side perspective, was available to those who were merely successful, if not truly wealthy.


A number of the houses on McKinley Avenue have been restored, as the one has. Perhaps the owner researched the original design to discover these colors. I didn't have the nerve to knock on the door early on a Sunday morning and ask. The detail above the windows and across the porch are beautiful. The shutters are new, as you can see by the way they fit on the attic window.

There are very few trees on McKinley Avenue and the side yards between the houses are sometimes small. In this case, almost non existent. 


Here's another house that has been maintained to look much the way it did in the late 1900s. There is so much fascinating detail, all leading the eye up to the pointed roof with the whimsical circular window. And note side porch. No air conditioning in those days, so porches were important.


Speaking of porches, here's an interesting one, although it was enclosed long ago.


That now enclosed second floor porch is probably what was called a "sleeping porch" and it was actually used for sleeping. Respiratory illness, primarily influenza, was rampant in America back then and many doctors recommended sleeping outside as a health benefit.


If you were invited to a house with a front porch like this, you must have known you were entering the home of someone with means. The detail is almost overwhelming and even with water powered saws and lathes, it must have taken a long time to build. It is, by the way beautifully maintained. Those horizontal wood beams running between the columns probably aren't original, since the spoil the proportion of the design. My guess? They were added as a place to put hanging plants.

Most of the houses along McKinley Avenue were probably built as single family homes and since large families were common, big houses were necessary.  Over the years, many were converted to multi-family use and that meant escapes had to be added.  Here's what was originally a two-family house that eventually needed a fire escape to another small apartment on the third floor. Nothing like building something elaborate - very elaborate - right across the front of the house.


It was more common to add fire escapes at the side and some of the very big houses have truly massive ones. Here's one that even has a roof.  Note that if visitors didn't mind the climb, this top floor apartment had its own private entrance. There is also a lovely porch that was probably even more inviting before the addition of the fire escape.


As I ended my last tour of McKinley Avenue, I came across a patch in the sidewalk. It's not old like the houses on the street but it does contain the names of all the kids who were lucky enough to be around after the contractor left and before the concrete hardened.

Which former city kids among us didn't have great fun scratching his or her name for posterity?







Sunday, September 18, 2011

New distributor

We've had an ignition problem that has haunted us for half the summer. Run the boat for more than an hour - or possibly more - and the starboard engine would shut down. It would re-start immediately but wouldn't run over 1800 rpm.  We checked all the ignition components and changed the coil and checked the fuel filters but nothing seemed to cure it. Finally we decided to bite the bullet and install a completely new distributor to replace the 1980-era Chrysler "electronic" distributor that was on the boat when we bought it.

We haven't changed a distributor in years, but we went at it.





There's the old bad boy.and here's the ignition surgeon at work.


Of course, we always work as a team.  Frances watches every move and reminds me that "you need to put that wire on there."


Once complete, the engine started and ran better than ever. With that success, we decided to install another  new Mallory distributor on the other engine. (Not a small decision. These things cost $400 with the needed coil and resistor.) We also borrowed a timing light from our dockmate Rob.

The following Saturday, we installed a new distributor on the port engine but missed the timing. Our friend John T., master mechanic and virtual co-captain of our boat, jumped into the bilge and managed to correct the timing. He put Rob's timing light on both engines and now they both run as smooth as silk.

We think we're in great shape for what little remains of the boating season.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Our date with Irene


Like every other boater on the east coast, we'd been watching hurricane Irene for almost a week.  Soon, it was apparent that it this large storm was going to waddle slowly up the coast from North Carolina and finally get to us. As it turned out, that's what happened just in time for the weekend.

Knowing what was in store, we went down to Norwich, CT where we keep the boat on Saturday morning and met virtually everyone on our dock, each of whom was adding lines, tying down their inflatables and checking their canvass. We had to remove our bridge enclosure, which would have given us way too much sail area for the expected 75 mph winds. The boat looked strange without it.




Late Saturday afternoon, virtually everyone had left and that left us. Our plan was to stay on the boat during the hurricane and that's what we did. But, with everything ship-shape late Saturday, we decided to walk the docks and see the many boats that had arrived at our marina to escape the storm. We're 13 miles up river  from Long Island Sound and the marina offers good storm protection.

Frances brought a camera and decided that we should shoot many of the boat names and post them here on our blog.  Here's her selection:



 Don't know what this boat was but it looked like an old Trumpy. It was about 70 feet long.





 "Freedom" was Bill's favorite.  A really beautiful lobster-yacht with teak covering boards and swim platform. And yes, that's the way teak is supposed to look.







 This has to be the best boat name of the weekend.  We have to assume that the owner has some connection to the place where America gets its coffee in the morning.  Even the typeface is perfect.


 We loved the name, "Mean Doreen."  It appeared to be a charter boat, and a really nice one.


We have no idea what this means or where the hailing port is.

We also had several really big boats.  Here are two of them, tied up to our former gas dock. The boat in the foreground also had an anchor out. The really big boat the background had two anchors out.  Guess that why those captains get the big bucks.



"Thirteen," the bigger of the two boats, also had a tender, tied up at a separate dock.  Nice tender, don't you think?


 We went to sleep on Saturday night with no wind or rain.  Pooka, our boat cat, helped Bill read himself to sleep.


We awoke on Sunday morning early with the sound of the boat hitting the piling on our starboard side. We had expected the storm to hit from the west but it was from the east instead, so we got up and ventured out into the howling wind and rain. Luckily, the owner of another Silverton who was visiting to escape the hurricane, gave us a hand and we adjusted to lines.

At that point, we had cable and electric service and we watched the TV coverage of Irene's progress until, first the cable service failed, and then the marina shut down the electric.  Not to be stopped for one minute, Frances broke out the butane stove and cooked a great breakfast. We switched on a computer running on batteries and continued to follow the path of the storm. We even sent a email to our dockmates telling them that while the wind was blowing like hell, all the boats were safe.

The rest of Connecticut wasn't so lucky.  Irene downed trees that took out the power to more than 100,000 homes.  Sometimes, it's better to be on a boat.

Eventually, the wind and rising tide subsided and we left the boat for a quick trip home.  All in all, it was an interesting experience.  Nothing broken or damaged on the old boat but we did  end up with something that we can look back on in future years.

Speaking of looking back, we took a picture of a nearby piling and if you look closely, you can see how far up the water actually came, even here in eastern Connecticut where the storm was far from its worst.






Thursday, August 25, 2011

Greenport in August


Greenport, Long Island has always been one of our favorite cruising destinations.  There was a time when we'd visit for just a weekend but with fuel prices so high, it makes sense to go and stay a while. We dock at Mitchell Park Marina, Greenport village's beautiful marina in a park right on Front Street. We left on August 16 and returned on August 19.

Unless there's a special event of some kind, the marina is almost never crowded during the week.


As usual, we met lots of nice boaters. We got to know a couple from Gales Ferry who were docked next to us. They had three poodles that were very well behaved and fun to watch. They left for home the next day. Sorry we didn't get any pictures of the poodles.



For you boaters out there, "Gulliver" is a 1983 Silverton 31X, in very nice shape. We love to see older boats kept up properly.  By the way, this one is for sale.

As the days passed, new boats arrived and others left. Here's an interesting pair: A very nice little 25-ft. red picnic boat docked next to a big blue cruiser from Florida. We didn't meet the owners but enjoyed the color contrast.


Speaking of color, how's this?  It's Frances preparing dinner at the table in our cockpit. She looks a little stressed here but she certainly wasn't. Maybe it was the onion she was cutting.


The picture at the beginning of this blog entry is the Margaret Rose, a fishing boat sporting a new coat of paint. She left to go fishing the next day. These draggers tie up at Greenport's Railroad Dock and have become the village's logo. At the other end of the dock was Predator, which, we're afraid has seen her last days of fishing. This boat has been on the Railroad dock for years.


Soon, we were surrounded by sailboats and we got to meet their owners and crew members too. Sail or power, boaters are just nice people!

We dropped our inflatable in the water, mounted our mighty 2 hp. Honda engine and took a ride to Sterling Harbor, where we spent so many great times at Doug's Dock long before Mitchell's was built.  We beached the inflatable right at the entrance (called Sandy Beach), inspected the Osprey nest and wondered along the beach on a beautiful, warm afternoon.  Frances collected shells and she got some nice ones!


Frances runs a pretty tight ship on our cruises and that includes drying our towels on the bow railing.


There are more photos from this trip but they are on Frances' camera. Perhaps she'll add them to this blog.  If not, we'll get them on soon.