Summer. The season when lingering daylight and warmer weather draw people outside to enjoy summer’s traditional events and amusements. Summer is in full swing at the offices of Rear Curtain and we wanted to share the season with stories.
Over the past several weeks we we have shared summer-related stories from different photographers. This is the last piece in that series. We hope you had a wonderful summer! Be sure to look back at the other essays in our summer series if you missed them.
By Appointment Or By Chance
F.L. Abbott Sailboats, Ocean City, New Jersey
You know how some things catch your eye, and you become affixed to them and you don’t really know why? When I was in Ocean City, New Jersey, recently on a family vacation, the F.L. Abbott Sailboats building was just such a thing for me.
The classic 1950?s structure was a block over from the Asbury Avenue house where we stayed. The first night we were there, I was walking my dogs. I could smell the nearby ocean in the humid evening air and a slight mist was rolling in. I walked the pups up to the corner and turned right toward the next block. I looked across the street and there was the building. Lettering on the side read, simply, F.L. Abbott Sailboats.
A person’s name, and what they did with their life. All the information needed. Like a young boy at a school dance, I was smitten.
The next morning, as I again walked the pups, we went up next to the building to get a look inside. I realized it (the building? the business?) was for sale. By Appointment Or Chance, the sign in the window read. Again, how classic. How quaint. I immediately started hoping Chance would come my way that week. But alas, no. The store remained empty and I was never able to get inside. I took these photos through the broad windows, that provided beautiful light inside.
I haven’t found out too much about this establishment or its owner except what I read on Mid-Atlantic Musings blog. It seems that Francis Abbott was quite a fixture in the South Jersey sailing community for damn near a half-century. I wish I could have met the man who worked with his hands and, clearly, did something he loved with his life.
The well-worn, well-used tools still hang on the pegboard. Shelves are still lined, but now dusty. A sailboat floats over the main shop floor. Broken shells out back. The salty sea is in the air. A life well-lived, apparently, and embedded in the ocean community.
By chance or appointment.
Here’s a short photostory of a man whose work, it seems, touched many in the New Jersey sailing community.
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