Chapter 2, Seagraves Road, Coventry, CT 1952-1960

 Seagraves Road, Coventry 1952-1960

We moved to 26 (I don't remember the houses having numbers back then) Seagraves Road, Coventry, Connecticut in 1952. Dad had gone into partnership in a Shell Station with Bill Dorsey. Their company was D&H (Dorsey and Hotchkiss) Auto Service, 1960 South Street (between Beebe Farms Road and Camposio Drive). Our new house seemed huge but in reality it wasn’t. Mom and dad had a big bedroom with a walk-in closet. I think originally the house only had one bedroom. Sandy’s room was once the front sun porch. I don’t remember where my room was the first couple of years. Rooms were added onto the original cottage until it became kind of a rambling ranch house. The front door used to be into the sun porch but it was never used. The entrance was between the dining room and what became my brother Doug's and my bedroom.

From the left side of the house was the garage, then a bedroom. The original house is the right section. Along Seagraves Rd. was a row of fir trees that blocked to house from the street.

At some point Mom had the garage converted into a room, albeit an unheated one. I don't remember how it was finished other than she had a brick fireplace built. I know we held at least one Christmas in that room and my sister Sandy had a party there, my brother Doug and I were real pests. 

I think for us three kids Seagraves Road was the best time of our life. Our family was intact and life was good. Our house was on a fairly large lot, a half acre if I’m correct. Most of the houses in the immediate area were on smaller lots. There were a couple of cottages behind our house. On the corner of Seagraves and South Street, facing South Street, was the house the 'old man' lived in. I don’t remember his name or that of anyone else who lived in the house. Our house was the first that faced Seagraves. The Gray’s lived next to us and then the Forsts. After the Forst’s house was a shack of a place full of kids and love. It really wasn’t much of a house; it didn’t have running water or an indoor toilet. It did have a pump in the kitchen sink. And they had an old hand crank phonograph. I guess they were poor but we didn’t realize it.

Further down Seagraves lived the Dorys, Mrs. Covell (Sandy’s and my piano teacher), and the Murrays. Many of the neighborhood kids played in our yard because it was bigger but most of them were older than I was with the exception of Tommy Forst who was a year younger. Gary Gray, Russ Dory and Tim Murray were two years older.

We lived on Seagraves from 1952 until the fall of 1960. It seems like we lived there forever but I guess eight years is a lifetime to kids.

Whoever owned Seagraves before us cared for the place. There was a flower garden (Mom called it a rock garden) along the left side of the driveway that had the most beautiful daffodils in the spring. There were a row of fir trees at the front of the property and a big weeping willow tree in the middle of the front yard (we used to break off branches to make whips and pretend we were Zorro). In the summer when the willow was full it was like an oasis from the summer heat. Out back there was a large oak tree. Dad hung an old tire from one of the branches to make a tire swing. Along the backside of the garage was a group of lilac bushes, a bit overgrown but so beautiful in bloom. There was also a crab apple and cherry tree. Mom drove a school bus for the Coventry Day School for a time. I know she drove at least right up until just a week before my brother Doug was born on April 11, 1953. She said it snowed on the day he was born.

So many memories from Seagraves, most good. Christmas was always great. Mom would always pack our stockings with comics and coloring books to keep us occupied while dad slept. It seems like we always had a big breakfast and then – Ta-Dah – dad would pass out the gifts. I remember one year, once all the gifts had been handed out, I asked mom if there wasn’t one more. She seemed puzzled so I ran to her closet and pulled out one more gift. I didn’t know what it was but I knew where it was hidden!

For some reason we used to go through mom and dad’s bureaus; both had a junk drawer. Dad had all sorts of neat stuff in his, some from the military, some just stuff from different places. There were some Sheriff badges from Coventry (Coventry did not have its own police department until the ‘60s and they used to hand out badges to just about anyone that wanted one).

In among dad’s stuff were some letters from his mom, my grandmother, when he was in Belgium during the last year of the war. In one letter my grandmother chastised him for “falling in love” with a Belgium girl and to remember he had a wife back home. Grandma Hotchkiss was like that, she’d tell you to just stop being foolish (she later did it to me). (It seems like I am the only one who remembers this.)

Dad had been in supply for the Army during World War II. He had 'accumulated' a lot of stuff. The bunk bed Doug and I slept in (and in New Britain Sandy and I) was Army issue. We had so many Army issue green, itchy wool blankets that I figured that was what everyone used. We had four or five field telephones - they were great for giving an electric buzz to anyone daring enough to place a finger on both posts. Dad had a couple M1 Garands along with about a thousand rounds of ammo, helmets, sleeping bags (Dad called them 'mummy sacks', and they were that same itchy wool) and so much more stuff.

Summers were great because we lived close to the lake (Wangumbaug Lake, otherwise known as Coventry Lake) and had the right to use the beach in Waterfront Park. For a year or two they showed movies on a big sheet there. Unfortunately I was plagued with ear infections for a few summers; probably because the houses around the lake fouled the lake.

Dad’s garage, D&H, was only a few minutes away. I used to love going there. There was a little mezzanine over the bathroom that had all kinds of gas station stuff (probably worth a fortune now). I probably saw my first risque art up in that mezzanine. Many gas station ads and calendars showed shapely women scantily dressed. Hot stuff for a kid. If I was good Dad would let me have a soda from the cooler out front. I idolized my Dad but he really wasn't there for me that much.

Imagine this with two gas pumps on a small island, a soda cooler to the left of the office door.

A couple of events stand out in my mind about Dad and the Shell Station. One day when I was at the gas station (I must have been off school for some reason) Dad got a call from a woman he knew (I found out many years later that he was having an affair with her); her house had been invaded by squirrels. Honestly. The assumption was they came down the chimney and couldn't get out. Dad threw a few burlap sacks in the pack of his Ford F-1 pickup, and he, Carl Sweager (sp?), and I, headed off to the rescue. I remember standing completely still in the living room of the house on Dorothy Drive as Dad and Carl chased squirrels around the house. Carl got bit real badly and had to get stitches.

I went to kindergarten in the basement of the Community Center and made some lifetime friends there.

There was also a time when I was in first grade. This was at the old school house at the corner of Main Street and School Street. There was a slight rise from Main Street to the school and some of us kids were rolling down the "hill" at recess. I got nauseous. Dad was called and came and got me. On the way back to the station he stopped for lunch at Gorris' place on South Street. All of a sudden my nausea was gone and I wanted to eat.

We, as a family, had friends. The Gronbacks, and the Morgans (there were two Morgan families in town, we knew Helen and Ford Morgan. They lived on Merrow Road, and had horses and a great pond. Mrs. Morgan used to make home-made root beer.

Around 1958 Dad moved his business. At first he was going to rent the gas station that is now Coventry Pizza (1467 South Street) but for some reason that didn't work out. He ended up at what is now Coventry Automotive (2767 Boston Turnpike). That didn't last.

This new looking restaurant was once a Texaco station @ 1467 South Street.

I don't remember what brand this was when Dad had his shop here @ 2767 Boston Turnpike.

In either late 1959 or early 1960 dad closed his business and went to work for a friend, Al Booth, at a factory in Willington, CT. 

All though the years on Seagraves I had some really good friends. There were kids in the neighborhood, Burt (then Bud) Hansen, Pete Hoffman, John Howland (we all went to kindergarten together), a distant cousin Philip Gronback, Joey Maulucci, I'm probably forgetting many because it seemed like I had so many friends.

Some memories from Seagraves - We were Protestants and there were two Congregational churches in Coventry, the First Congregational Church in South Coventry and the Second Congregational Church in North Coventry. For some reason we went to the North although our house was about equal distance to either. I doubt that Dad went with us every Sunday but my memories are of us going as a family. We kids went to Sunday School and then the service. Often we would then drive to Clarence's downtown (South Coventry) to get the Sunday Hartford Courant.

I broke my right collar bone at our house on Seagraves. I was riding on the crossbar of Gary Gray's bike and fell off; Gary then ran over me (not his fault). I am sure I cried. I think it was in May. I ended up with a cast (X-shaped) for almost the whole summer. I couldn't go swimming!

We used to play in the Nathan Hale State Forest across the street from us. Directly across the street was a swamp and further down Seagraves there was a pine forest. One day, probably a Sunday, a cousin, Betty Jean Lacells, was visiting. Late in the afternoon, as she was getting ready to leave, we couldn't find my brother Doug. Everybody, Mom, Dad, Betty Jean, Sandy, neighbors, and I scoured the swamp and forest. We couldn't find him anywhere. I think Mom was just about ready to call the State Police (Coventry didn't have its own police force yet) or the Fire Department to help find him. For some reason Betty Jean decided to search the house - yup he was sound asleep UNDER his bed!

My sister, Sandy, sent me what she remembered about the Seagraves house - "I do remember that what became Hotch's and your bedroom eventually, was a screened in porch when we first got there.  So, you and I shared the sunporch for a bedroom.  Closing in that porch was the first remodeling I remember--it became the front door and hall, and our bedroom.  I think moving the door to the porch came later, and the coat closet was put there then.  Not sure why you and I shared the new bedroom; but I remember sleeping in the top bunk there.

The next remodeling was building a kitchen where the open porch had been, making the entry to the kitchen from the dining room where a window had been, excavating more of the basement (and new access), and adding a new porch to the back.  I think that's when the coat closet got put in from of where there had been a door to the porch.  Oh, and the wall between the dining room and the hallway got a large opening to make the room feel bigger.

When Hotch was almost ready to move out of the crib; they added a closet to the sunroom, papered it in a girly flowered wallpaper and bought a daybed for me.

I don't remember when the garage got paneled, or why they thought we needed a fireplace out there.

Oh, and the "rock garden" was on the opposite side of the front lawn from the driveway; and there was a house between ours and the "old man"--my friend Betty Bednarz lived there for a while."