Do You Believe In Magic? “The Night People” Invade Saltaire in the Summer of 1966 (reprinted from November 16, 2008 with new comments)

by Jim O'Hare

Rock and Roll hit Saltaire in the 1950’s and 1960’s like it hit the rest of the world. I can recall Labor Day shows in the late 1950’s with an occasional nod to Rock and Roll—Richie Millus took a beagle on the stage and did a talking version of the Big Mama Thornton/Elvis hit “Hound Dog.”


Bruce Wright, Bill Ervin, Eugene Piper, and Robin Torrey over a period of summers all played very good rock and folk guitar.


Lots of kids from Saltaire went to Forest Hills Tennis Stadium to see the Rolling Stones and the Beatles in 1964 and the Beatles at Shea in 1965.


It was in 1966 that I became really convinced that this was not just a fad, not just a Beatles & Stones thing that would eventually go away, as so many parents had been hoping. For me, the epiphany came the night in the summer of 1966 that I brought THE NIGHT PEOPLE to Saltaire.

I didn’t realize exactly what I was getting into in the summer of 1966 when I was asked to be the "Junior Commodore” at the Yacht Club. I was actually too old for the job—I was 19—but someone wanted to get wholesome night time activities for the younger “teens. ”

I was to make arrangements for a “Teen Dance.”


This did not seem like a very good idea to me because the only live entertainer the Club had in those days was this guy named Ken Thompson. Ken Thompson was about a hundred years old. The oldsters never complained about Ken Thompson because he generally showed up pretty late on Saturday night after everybody had finished a few rounds.

In earlier years, Thompson used to try an Arthur Godfrey type “talent show” for kids. They were so bad that sometimes Thompson had to pull unwilling kids out of the Coca-Cola bar and make them do a song and dance.

But those shows had long died for lack of interest, so my thinking was that, by the summer of 1966, Saltaire teenagers had had no interest in old man Thompson pounding on an out- of- tune piano and singing “Let me call you Sweetheart” and “Edelweiss. ”

So I figured, if we want kids to come, let’s get a rock and roll band. A real one.





My talent scout was the older, more mature Drew Weinlandt, who went to Greenwich Village to track down a band willing to come out to Saltaire for a dance.

Drew calls me up on the phone all excited. He had gone to this coffee house in the Village called the “Night Owl” and saw a great band called "The Night People.” They were the backup band that summer at the Night Owl. The main attraction at the Night Owl in 1966 was the future Hall of Fame band Lovin' Spoonful, who had hit the charts big by then with “Daydream” and “Do You Believe in Magic.”

Drew was ecstatic with how well "The Night People" could cover “Do You Believe in Magic,” and he said that they would come out to Saltaire for a few hundred bucks for a night.

So arrangements were made for The Night People to come out on a Thursday night, July 28, 1966.

Suddenly a tide of concern arose among some senior members of the Yacht Club: who were these “Night People?” Is it a cult? What 'element' would they attract? What if the Club building’s foundation collapsed under the constant pounding beat of a Rock and Roll band and 150 kids stomping in unison?

I had to convince them that all would be OK. Fortunately, Norma Ervin was on our side and she pretty much calmed everyone down.

Thanks to Norma, the show would go on. July 28, 1966. But no outsiders. No Kismet, No Fair Harbor, no other “elements” were to be admitted. Only for “members and their guests” born prior to January 1, 1954.

So we sold every last ticket, but these guys never return our calls so we don’t know for sure if they are going to show until 6:00 on July 28, when they arrive at the terminal in Bay Shore, looking as raunchy as all get-out.

They had all kinds of heavy equipment: instruments, amplifiers, etc, all those things we told them they should have dropped off at the freight boat.
Capt. Al Skinner was pissed about having to carry the equipment on the Islander.

Meanwhile, back on the island, word of mouth had spread from Kismet to Lonleyville and all points between that there was gong to be a real Rock and Roll Band Saltaire that night.

Scores of teenagers from all over started showing up. The Village authorities and busybodies were taking note—and shocked to see — all kinds of unknown teenagers—especially girls—showing up outside the Yacht Club. Talk about the Magic of Rock and Roll.

Once they got to the Club and were setting up, the band members were pretty upset that people—especially girls—were being turned away.

But the show went on with a lot of non members peeking in through windows and eventually finding their way in.

And yes, the band did excellent covers of “Do You Believe in Magic,” British Invasion stuff like "Play with Fire," and R&R standards like “Walk the Dog, ” “G-L-O-R-I-A,” and “Summertime Blues,” but mostly they did their own stuff, which was heavy and raunchy. The volume shocked the oldsters—but the lyrics went right over their heads. The kids understood.

At a break halfway through the show, one of the band members told me to cancel the water taxi that we had promised to take them back after the show. It seems that they had all magically gained invites to stay on the Island overnight.

This caused my immediate consternation, because for the previous two hours I had been begging every sort of Yacht Club and Saltaire authority to not tar and feather these guys after the show. Now they were going to stay? In Saltaire??? “With our children?” somebody shrieked in dismay.

Fortunately, it turned out that the offers to stay were from about a dozen places in Kismet, Fair Harbor, Dunewood every place but Saltaire.
None of our Healthy, Happy Saltaire Youth would be violated
.

In reality, "The Night People" was a great band – and all went quite smoothly inside the club, and the kids – Saltairian or otherwise—loved it. And the building did not collapse. You just couldn’t peel the kids away from the Club that night. I would have invited "The Night People" back, but for the reaction of all the “grown ups.” We could have filled up the ball field if we brought them back.

About midnight, after the concert was over, I saw two of the band members walking along Lighthouse Prom headed for Fair Harbor. They had a dozen people carrying their equipment for them, rolling the amps on dollies, and, carrying the guitars and drums, the whole bit. It looked like a medieval traveling show.


This was 1966--a couple of years after the Beatles had landed—and it was clear that this craze was not going away soon, regardless of what the oldsters hoped. You really could believe this was magic

Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart

How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul
But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll

-- J. Sebastian

JO'H.

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Mary Campbell said...
Loved this story about the Big Teen Dance!I doubt I was there, as I was born post-January '54. On the other hand, I do have memories of being on the outside looking in. So, that's probably where I was...outside jockeying to look through the windows.Those were the days, weren't they? When life's biggest worry was what you were going to wear to the Big Dance!
November 20, 2008 12:50 PM
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Mary Campbell, Les Gowan 1977??

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photo courtesy Girlmonkey



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Nov 25, 2012
Mary Campbell said...

Loved this story about the Big Teen Dance!

I doubt I was there, as I was born post-January '54.

On the other hand, I do have memories of being on the outside looking in. So, that's probably where I was...outside jockeying to look through the windows.

Those were the days, weren't they? When life's biggest worry was what you were going to wear to the Big Dance!

November 20, 2008 12:50 PM

JO'H said...

Mary Campbell:

I am sure you were there peeking through the Yacht Club windows-- any person with a pulse was out there-- unless your parents locked you in your room and forbade you to come out.

November 20, 2008 2:40 PM

cosmo said...

That's definately Leslie Gowan. I was out with her and her husband Jack last night.

December 4, 2008 8:06 AM

11-25-12 Susan Chadburn, of Fair  Harbor remembers that night tooCafe Wha Reunion said...

I was one of the uninvited from Fair Harbor. The drummer Bob Mason, and guitarist/lead singer Alan Musgrave stayed at my place that night. Later, Debbie McGlam dated Bob and I, Alan. Jill Gill's mother's helper dated Paul. I moved to the village in September 66 and worked at the Cafe Wha?..I remained good friends with the band. All the boys were from Brown University.

November

 

The drummer, Bob Mason and guitarist, Alan Musgrave stayed at my house that night. Later, Debbie McGlam dated Bob and I, Alan. Jill Gill's mother's helper Ann dated Paul. I moved to the village that summer and worked at the Cafe Wha? The guys and I remained friends for a long time. They were all from Brown University.
Susie Chadburn...Fair Harbor

11-27-12 JOH: Holy cow.  Drew Weinlandt went to Brown. I don't remember that he told me that was where he knew them from.  I remember him telling me that he saw them at the Night Owl that summer.  --JO'H

At any rate, the last time the aforesaid  Bob Mason and Alan Musgrave were seen in Saltaire was that night with all those kids roling their instruments down towards Fair Harbor.
   --JO'H

Shaving Cream

They didn’t have Howard Stern or Opie and Anthony in the 1950’s. Capt. Al Skinner served the same function in Saltaire in those days.

Saltaire was pretty staid and reserved back then, but Capt. Al was an escape from the puritanical strictures of a “family” community.
On the “Daddy boat” coming over on a Friday night the men would crowd the cockpit to hear Capt Al regaling with his endless observations about the passing parade of Saltaire characters. His R-Rated Shim Shack was filled with risqué pictures and a well stocked refrigerator, sophomoric plaques on the wall, and years and years birthday cards pinned to the walls, each more suggestive than the last.

But it is the parties some remember best—Al's birthday parties.

After all the kids were fed unlimited slices of watermelon in the ball field the “grownups” would gravitate to the Shim shack-- (kids would try to sneak a peek inside but parents would shoo them away), and eventually the crowd would spill out onto the porch and onto the field. .
And there was the music:

Have you had your shim today?
No I had it yesterday
da da da da da da da...

Shaving cream
Shave close and clean,
Shave every day and you'll always feel clean...

Since certain readers of this blog are in their fifth decade of adolescence and still look back fondly on all that, we present from the lens of Hank Stillgebauer- the Capt. Al Birthday party of 1957.

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Frank Mina Picture

The Fire Islander

There were stories.
It was a war boat and still
ruled the waters of my childhood,

Its whitewashed wood remembering
scars from its wounds

But now, in eight-year-old
eyes, it becomes
a ticket to a new planet.

Captain Al standing tall
as Gary Cooper,
nudging his craft
through Bay Shore harbor, as soft waves caressed
the ferry’s sides;
then, free, opened

the throttle, and raised
waves and wake,
splashing our thirsty
faces with a new
summer.

Diane McManus
August 1, 2009

Duncan Dobie, Jeff Weinlandt
Pic by Bill Weinlandt

Bill Weinland Pix

DIALOGUE ON CAPTAIN AL

JOH: I HAPPENED TO E MAIL AROUND A COPY OF A POEM BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS. I SAID IT HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH SALTAIRE, IT WAS JUST A POEM I LIKE.

BEAVER IMMEDIATELY DISSED IT. ... OR DID HE?

THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY
by William Butler Yeats:

When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave on the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet
My brother in Mocharabuiee.*

I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer:
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle,
And the merry love to dance.

And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like the wave on the sea.

Beaver, always the Philistine, responded:
"Not being quite the erudite, effete intellectual that Jimmy is, my favorite was Al Skinner, sitting on the porch at the ShimShack playing "Shaving Cream" on his accordion."

JOH REPLIES: HEY BEAVER:

SOMETIMES YOU ARE SO DUMB YOU ARE BRILLIANT !!!!!!!
I AM GONNA GIVE YOU A PASSING GRADE ON THAT ENGLISH REGENTS THAT YOU FLUNKED 45 YEARS AGO.IT NEVER OCCURRED TO ME BEFORE, BUT YOUR ADMIRATION OF SKINNER PLAYING AN ACCORDION TO RAUCOUS ADMIRERS IS EXACTLY WHAT YEATS WAS TALKING ABOUT:

"When I play on my fiddle in Dooney folk dance like a wave on the sea."

WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO SEE CAPTAIN AL PLAYING HIS RAUNCHY SONGS AGAIN SOMEDAY?
SOMEWHERE? :
"And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Captain Al, won't you please play your squeeze box?"
And dance like the wave on the sea.

( I guess it does have to do with Saltaire. I don't think Father Torrey or Father Fitzgibbon would mind if St. Peter let Capt. Al go in first.)


(Ed. Note: this was first posted Jan. 7, 2008)

CAPTAIN AL REMEMBERED ON THE 40TH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS LAST YAR OF SERVICE TO SALTAIRE

EDITORS NOTE: FOR YEARS, THE SCAA HAS SPONSORED THE WATERMELON PARTY AS PART OF THE SUMMER ART AND MUSIC FESTIVAL.

Frank Mina Pix

We looked at a calendar and realized that it has been 40 years since this legend of Saltaire last rode the waves. It is time to reacquaint all Saltairians with Captain Al and all he means to this Village. Born in 1904, Skinner was a bayman all his life, at times a fisherman, teller of tall tales, an expert on the bay and its history; a rumrunner during Prohibition (or so he used to tell us ) a rum drinker (this we can personally attest to) , a raconteur and troubadour who could mesmerize an audience with his beautiful and raucous lyrics accompanied by his own expert accordion and piano playing.

Captain Al Skinner was one of of the most dominant and remarkable characters in Saltaire history. Forty years out, those who knew him still remember him like it was yesterday.

But to those who never knew Capt Al, and never knew why they named a watermelon party after him, we offer some recollections. We have written tons more about Captain Al on this blog. Just click "Captain Al" on the column on the left of your screen.

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From the early 1950's through 1969, Captain Al Skinner was the regular Captain of the Saltaire Ferry, the Fire Islander.

The Village of Saltaire insisted that the ferry that serviced the Village be berthed in Saltaire at night, and its captain be available at all times in case of the need for any emergency evacuations. Skinner was given a small apartment next to the ball field, in what is now part of the Fire House. Its porch opened onto right field. Hence Skinner was more than a crew member of Fire Island Ferries. He was in fact, a full time resident of the Village. A central figure in those days, besides running the Islander, Capt. Al was everybody’s favorite working class hero. An acerbic wit, a great fun time guy, raconteur of bay stories and Saltaire gossip, men would crowd into the wheelhouse of the Islander to hear his latest ramblings, and during his free hours, Villagers, men and women would often congregate at his “Shim Shack” for revelry and talk. His shack was filled with risqué pictures and years of birthday cards. And lots of shim.

Not least of all, Captain Al loved people, and loved the Saltaire kids.

The biggest gift of Captain Al to all the kids of Saltaire was his birthday party. On his tab, he would buy and ship over from Bay Shore enough watermelon to feed every kid and grownup in the Village. Everyone would show up at the field, the watermelons were sliced and there was always accordion music by Captain Al himself.

The Summer of 1969 was Captain Al’s last year with us, so 40 years after Captain Al last crossed the bay in the Islander, and last treated the whole Village to watermelon, and last sang his raunchy songs, we still honor his wonderful legacy.

We never forgot you, Captain Al.
Editors,
http://www.saltaire38.blogspot.com/
August 1, 2009

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RECOLLECTIONS


Sene Thorp says:


I will always remember Captain Al sitting in the shack with his accordion and if you came in to honor him with a hello or a cake he would make up a song for or about you.

"Molasses, molasses, icky sticky goo; molasses, molasses it always sticks to you" was always the refrain (it started and ended every little ditty)

He sang one about my dad when I brought in my cupcakes...the verse was: "we all know Jack Thorp, he's the guy that everyone knows, and when he gets all full of beer he reminds you of a hose!"

I will never forget that!

Sene (Thorp) Bostrom


James Connolly reflects:

I worked as mate on the Fire Islander and grew to appreciate how good a sailor Captain Al Skinner was. We traveled in all kinds of weather – wind , rain and worst of all fog. Al hit every mark on the nose every time in the fog and we mates would stand on the bow staining to pick up the next nun, can or flasher. Al was always in charge and never once lost his confidence.
Al had a fondness for alcohol and his shack in the Athletic Field was nicknamed the Shim Shack. A surprising number of people frequented Al’s Shack where the gossip flowed as freely as the booze. That said, Al never missed a boat and was never impaired on the water. Al seemed to know everything about everybody which worried more than a few.
Al played the accordion with enthusiasm. There were several Al Skinner nights at the Yacht Club where he regaled the crowd with the songs he wrote such as “Bring back some of Gilly Clark’s Chowder” as well as pop tunes with unsparing lyrics about some of Saltaire’s prominent citizenry.
Al had colorful nick names for grocery items that were frequently brought on board. Most of these names don’t bear repeating. Fair to say Al concentrated on paper products of various types.
Few people knew that Al was married and worked as a toll taker on a highway in Florida over the winter. I never met his wife and know nothing about her.
Al was crotchety on most days but underneath his crusty veneer he empathized with people especially when they underwent hardships notably polio and other misfortunes.

Jim Connolly


Denis O’Shea:

I have some old photographs of Captain Al's watermelon party circa 1960. It was the highlight of the summer for most Saltaire kids. Includes pics of Uncle Pete carving watermelons, Gaby Thorpe, my brother John, one of the Dunseiths and others I no longer recognize. The anecdote I have of Captain Al was how he used to blow the horn on the Islander to hurry the latecomers along. Captain Al had a schedule to keep and a drink at the end of the road and he wasn't about to be denied. So when he saw some tardy person coming along he would let that horn wail (man it was loud) to hustle them along and then they would really sweat to make it. (If you look at a) a Saltaire summer ferry schedule from 1960 what's interesting about it was how few ferry runs there were in those days. Most days there were three departures / arrivals for the entire day in the middle of the summer. We concluded Captain Al didn't have too demanding a work schedule.

Denis O’Shea




Cathy Bucheler Lund:


“I remember Captain Al giving me a dollar every birthday because he first brought me to Saltaire when I was 13 days old!”
--- Kathy Bucheler Lund

Diane Mc Manus:

I Love the posts about Captain Al! Lots of stuff I didn't know! What I remember most vividly are the watermelon parties. One year (or maybe on more occasions), Uncle Pete had us hide under the dock and when Captain Al came off the ferry, jump out and yell "Happy Birthday, Captain Al!"

I don't remember him blasting his horn when we were running for the ferry, although having only a few departures per day probably gave us enough sense of urgency... What stands out for me is that he waited. My mom and all of us kids were hustling with bags and groceries--and somehow we always made it, with a little help from the Captain, who, in my eyes at least, seemed to take it with good humor.
--Diane McManus

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Remembering the Fire Islander and her Saltaire Captains...

A sound that will never be forgotten....always leaving the Saltaire Basin-especially on the first trip off the beach, @ 6:30 am known as "The Death Boat", when the air was still without breeze, the roar of the Fire Islander's center engine could be heard for take off to get enough speed up to jump the Saltaire bar to Bay Shore for another crossing. The Islander had it's own way of saying goodbye for now, see you on the next trip. Why did this roar happen- the Islander had a direct drive center engine (always in forward) and there was no water in the exhaust pipe when started up to muffle the sound thus creating this effective roar. This roar or even to say it could be some type of backfire, could be heard throughout the village bayfront with echos, a sound that will never be forgotten. Capt. Al, Skinner, Capt. Frank Mina, Capt. Robert Fuestel, Capt. Dick Ivery, and Capt. Justin Zizes, Jr. all had that pleasure in saluting a Saltaire departure. Also, before radar was installed on the Islander, and crossings were run on stop watch with times between buoys and compass courses(now everyone depends upon GPS & radar - well think about if the electronics fail) the old Saltaire dockhouse had the distinguished red roof and off orange painted walls for identification. When heavy fog occurred & zero visibility, & the closeness of the Islanders fog horn occurred, people on the dock were taught to yell "OVER HERE" to signal that the Islander was close and not to hit the dock. One other trivia note is that in the off season, before scheduled return ferry service actually happened, one had to raise the flag that was kept in the dockhouse to signal the ferry coming out of Ocean Beach to stop for passenger(s) for returning to Bay Shore. Another recollection was that Capt. Al always carried the cash box and the Islanders compass. to the Shim Shack for the evening and back to the Islander in the morning. Sometimes when Capt. Al did not have deckhand in the morning (the Saltaire deckhand had to have a day off or school was back in session in September) Capt. Al had to rely upon collecting the fares himself before the Islander left the dock or had to ask a passenger to collect the fares for this trip. He then had to reset the springline while entering the Bay Shore Marina so he could get close to the dock in Bay Shore and put the line on the pole in order to get the ferry to the dock. One passenger would then open the center gate to let the passengers off in Bay Shore, making their way to either their cars or to Tommys Taxi for the ride up to the train station which was a fairly tight connection. It was a different sight to see the people who were just in their shorts or bathing suits for the weekend to see them dressed in business attire. Upon arrival in Bay Shore a deckhand from the Ocean Beach Terminal would be waiting at the dock to fulfill the duties of the rest of the crossings.

CAPTAIN AL IN FLORIDA

never forgot the watermelon parties

A footnote to the great Al Skinner story is that for many years after he retired to his Florida winter estate, "Buzzards Roost," and returned to his roots as a poacher, (in this picture illegal cast netting,) he continued to send a check every August for the watermelons for "Capt. Al Day" on August 27th.

--Frank Mina

BUT MOST OF ALL, SKINNER IS REMEMBERED AS A PROFESSIONAL CAPTAIN, AN EXPERT SKIPPER WHO GOT US TO AND FROM SALTAIRE SAFELY FOR SO MANY YEARS.

Reminder: for more on Capt. Al, just click "Captain Al" in the coulmn on the left.

FIRST TIME OUT: CAPT. FRANK MINA ON THE MAIDEN VOYAGE OF THE CAPT. PATTERSON

Jim, et al.,
I took this pix of the "Capt. Patterson" loading for her maiden voyage to Ocean Beach. It was Friday afternoon, May 26, 1972. The largest luxury liner on Great South Bay for her day. All-in-all, she fared better than RMS "Titanic."
---Capt. Frank

JOH comments: I am glad that you did better than the Titanic, but as I recall on your oceanic trip from the ship yard in Rhode Island some of your crew got a little woozy.

Capt. Frank: I'll not lie (at least this time). I was sick as a dog, but due in large part to the fact that (except for Ed), the "crew" celebrated the launch at the Ho-Jo Motel with all imaginable sorts of brew until about 4:00am with President Ed sounding the wake-up call at 6:00 for an early departure from
Warren, RI to Bay Shore by 7:00. Sporting, as did we all, a significant "overhang", I actually felt reasonably elated until we cleared Narraganset Bay and Dave Farrell started telling sea stories of his Navy days aboard submarines, which gradually sent all of us to the rails (except Ed). The best cure for seasickness is to actually be at the helm. I was given the privilege of piloting the "Patterson" through the inlet and into the berth at Bay Shore. Docking the "Patterson" was both a thrilling and terrifying moment, considering that we only had about two feet to spare and a whole lot of people watching and waiting for a mistake. Then, obviously, we went for beers at Porky's.
---Capt. Frank


JOH asks the obvious: If you were so scared that you only had two feet to spare, why didn't you just move the F.I. Flyer to another berth?

KATHY BUCHLER CHECKS IN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

KATHY McMANUS BUCHLER LUND (KATIA LUND) THRILLED US FROM CUTTYHUNK ISLAND WITH HER RE ENTRY INTO THE SALTAIREZONE:

Kathy Buchler writes: "I find it hard to relive so many of my formative Saltaire experiences, but I would like to share this poem taken from a bed and breakfast menu on Cuttyhunk Island, one of the Elizabeth Islands here in Massachusetts."

If Once You Have Slept on an Island

If once you have slept on an island
You'll never be the same.
You may look as you looked the day before,
And go by the same old name.

You may bustle about in street and shop,
You may sit at home and sew
But you'll see blue water and wheeling gulls
Wherever your feet may go.

You may chat with the neighbors of this and that
And close to your fire keep,
But you'll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell
And tides beat through your sleep.

Oh, you won't know why and you can't say how
Such things upon you came.
But once you have slept on an island
You'll never be quite the same.
--Rachel Field


As I plan to spend my 65th birthday on a boat docked in Cuttyhunk, I remember Captain Al giving me a dollar every birthday because he first brought me to Saltaire when I was 13 days old! My best to you all - who will forever be changed for having slept in Saltaire.



Katia (Kathy Buchler Lund - one of thr Mc Mani)

Captain Al

Thanks to Frank Mina for this fine collage (click to enlarge)