The hurricane that had no name — and made a terrible name for itself — came ashore in 1938.
Since then Long Island has felt the effects of other storms like superstorm Sandy (2012), Hurricane Bob (1991) and Hurricane Gloria (1985), but none has matched the 1938 hurricane, which will mark its 80th anniversary on Sept. 21. READ
It was 38 minutes into the one-hour Quaker meeting before anyone said a word.
Gathered on the grounds of Sylvester Manor, seated in a wooded glade on a jumble of rough-hewn logs fashioned into long benches, there were six at the meeting, seven if you count the small white dog on Shelter Islander Jim Pugh’s lap. They sat largely in silence, until Mr. Pugh gathered the group of Friends together in a circle of hands and called the rise of meeting. READ
Wendy Prellwitz paints in the same Peconic studio where her great-grandfather Henry Prellwitz painted early in the 20th century. The adjoining studio is where her great-grandmother Edith Prellwitz painted.
Next to the studios is the house Henry and Edith had moved to the wooded site, which overlooks Peconic Bay at the end of Indian Neck Lane, in 1914. Entering the house is stepping back in time. In one corner is a self-portrait painted by Edith; on a table nearby is a can that holds some of her paintbrushes. READ
As Georgette Case made her way around Riverhead Cemetery last Thursday morning, she pointed out the gravesites of some of the two dozen or so Civil War soldiers buried there, poignant reminders of the ultimate price those soldiers paid for their country in a time of need. “I probably know more dead people here than otherwise,” said Ms. Case, Riverhead’s town historian. READ
Walking in Sacred Heart Cemetery in Cutchogue, it takes only a few minutes to find the section where Ellen Haggerty was buried. It is near the front of the cemetery, behind the life-sized statue of Jesus hanging on the cross.
Her stone states, simply: Ellen H. Wife of Daniel Haggerty. Died Jan. 7, 1901 Age 82 years. READ
The Jamesport Meeting House, as magnificent a building as stands anywhere on eastern Long Island, was built in 1731 by virtually all the pioneer settlers of what was then the western half of Southold Town. READ
On a cold day in January 1980, at a public hearing in Riverhead to discuss the future of the Peconic Bay estuary and the proposed preservation of Robins Island, a tall, white-haired man with a patrician air about him walked to the podium. READ