The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1901-07-29
THE OLD AND NEW CLINTON
SOME REVELATIONS OF BYGONE
DAYS.

DAYS.
Picture of the Place as Far Back as
the Cholera Season of 1872 Place
as Summer Resort.
There are Pe.nle whose lives are
spent in the rush and friction OF cities,
but who long scoT breath of the sea
and the great ont Of doors.
They would thoroughly enjoy sum
mer in historic, quaint New England,
and to these this article may be of in
terest. My grandmother came here as
a child from New York to visit her
grandmother during the cholera season
of '32. Then it was that oxen stoldly
dragged their heavy carts through the
shady, sandy streets, and my grand
mother in pantalets and curls attended
the academy of learning, which stood
and now stands on the green. Almost
hidden from view by glorious old trees.
Well, this summer ended, and with it
the cholera, and the family We're taken
back to New York in one Of the sloops
that then ran down the sound stopping
at every landing, that being the best
means of travel at the time. And not
again did they return until after my
grandmother married and brought her
family for the summer, this time from
sizzling Cincinnati.
My grandfather enlarged the old
house to accommodate the increasing
family, but not changing that old
homestead of generations, with its
quaint chimney place. it's turning spits,
androns and settees. The fascinating
garnet, with pensioned spinning wheels
and hair covered chests. The children
were sent to school in the old red house
under the shadow of Tommy's Rock,
where for several summers they came
early to attend, making many lifelong
friends, most of them cousins, distant
or near, for all of Clinton are related;
and the FRANKS they told Of those days
in that old school house were never
ending source of pleasure to me in my
childhood Years elapsed. My mother
married and again the old homestead
was filled with another generation. 1t
soon became too cramped and summer
cottages were obliged to be built. This
time on the waters edge to hold the
e'Nio''
grounds and up the oyster road from
the old coast hotel far famed for its de-
licious sea- food and ever crowded with
guests from many cities. Here | spent
most ideal childhood, coming as we
did every summer from the far west.
Such glorious sails we took out of the
bay to the lighthouse and down on the
reef bluefishing, and such yarns as the
old skipper spun of his whaling expe-
riences. Thrilling tales of the sea were
told in the moonlight, when the wind !
died out and we drifted home. ooh, !
that dear generation of "old salts"
how sad it is to lose them for they can |
never be replaced)
And then the drives everywhere-to |
places of historic interest In Revolu-
days, past the house where
Washington staid over night, and the
village inn where Ben Franklin was en-
tertained through the old cemetery
with tombs of 1916; on to Killingworth
in the time of the laurel bloom; to the
mill for pond-lillies and to the beach
for Shells digging CLAIMS on the flats
or raking oysters in the harbor. New
err moment was wasted in those gold
en- summer days.
About that time Charles Morgan,
wishing to benefit his native town,
built and endowed a school in his
name, which would enable any child to
procure free and complete education
of the highest grade, making the old
fashioned town an educational center.
Though long ago, in 1907, Abraham
Pearson he was called
first established Yale college on the
same site, giving four books Gas the
story goes) for that purpose. Then the
place was called Kennelworth, after
ward Killingworth Gmmortalized by
and then Clinton.
The building of Morgan school began
4 new era in the history of the town, as
education will change any history.
And now again in 1901 we come back
% more beautiful place, if possible,
han Of old--a paradise Of flowers and '
lrching elms, fine hard roads, rail-
way service unsurpassed, bringing ]
losts of summer guests, who build
ZONES on the coast, finding out at last
he remarkable beach of rocks, sands {
md shade, and are fast covering the !
whole shore. ,
AuCOnODlleS spin through the shaded n
treets. inc old mansions with their t
ninth and tenth generations of II C's G
ire enjoying all the up-to-date i'm {
without spelling the colo c
Hal asterias.
Five o'clock teas are daintily served r
Inder spreading elms or two hundred q
ear old chippendales. \
High boys and tall clocks are in pol n
shed preservation, and one revels in V
ntiquity of family. !
This arcadian spot is called Clinton. n
III the Gods and muses. united in MAX v
ng it perfect. F. V. S. p
SOME WILLS "
Ry will remarkable for hrevitv and r.