We picked up our family's first sizeable cruising sailboat on Long Island inthe mid -sixties when I was about twelve. The cruise home to Cape Cod took us to Block Island. My dad wanted us to sail into the harbor under spinnaker but thre wind switched unexpectedly as we entered between the jetties. I ran forward to slack the halyard to douse the sail. The halyard came off the winch and I was pulled partway up the mast, burning the skin off both palms. Someday we'll go back under better circs.
I remember those days. Taking the car over on the ferry from Pt. Judith was a great adventure. Looking up at that haunted house. Being left off at the Empire to see Son of Flubber alone as a child. Salt water taffy.
My father worked for NET&T and managed the Block Island telephone office for a couple of years in the 60s. It was great as kids to take the ferry over from Pt. Judith to see him & run around the island. Loved riding our bikes and hiking through the interior. Very few cars or people.
Block Island in the 1960s, in my opinion, was a far, far different place then than it is today. Then it was a little rough around the edges, More of a serious fishermen's hideout and a place to escape familial obligations and less of a tourist friendly place for the whole family as it is today..
Absolutely wonderful. Thank you for sharing your family's clear talent with capturing life. - hrplo
ReplyDeleteWonderful. BI still looked more-or-less like that in the '70's, too. The clothing shown exemplifies the "that thing before prep" ethos.
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures!
ReplyDeleteBrings back memories of the *worst* sunburn I got while on the Newport to Block Island ferry one summer.
We picked up our family's first sizeable cruising sailboat on Long Island inthe mid -sixties when I was about twelve. The cruise home to Cape Cod took us to Block Island. My dad wanted us to sail into the harbor under spinnaker but thre wind switched unexpectedly as we entered between the jetties. I ran forward to slack the halyard to douse the sail. The halyard came off the winch and I was pulled partway up the mast, burning the skin off both palms. Someday we'll go back under better circs.
ReplyDeleteIs that Arthur Goldberg in the first photo coming off the ferry?
ReplyDeleteBut where are all the fat people? And the tattoos? And the T-shirts with slogans?
ReplyDeleteAnd where are all the goats ?
DeleteI remember those days. Taking the car over on the ferry from Pt. Judith was a great adventure. Looking up at that haunted house. Being left off at the Empire to see Son of Flubber alone as a child. Salt water taffy.
ReplyDeleteMy father worked for NET&T and managed the Block Island telephone office for a couple of years in the 60s. It was great as kids to take the ferry over from Pt. Judith to see him & run around the island. Loved riding our bikes and hiking through the interior. Very few cars or people.
ReplyDeleteBlock Island in the 1960s, in my opinion, was a far, far different place then than it is today. Then it was a little rough around the edges, More of a serious fishermen's hideout and a place to escape familial obligations and less of a tourist friendly place for the whole family as it is today..
ReplyDeleteThe way life should be! Thank you!
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