Editor’s Note: The following is a slightly edited letter originally sent to residents of the Seaview Beach area. The author is the editor’s father.
Dear Friends and Neighbors:
This is a very personal statement from one who is fortunate enough to be highly taxed because of the increasing value of the virtual waterfront location of my residence. As I write this in my 90th year think I have some perspective on the ecological problems now under active discussion which are to be subjected to a referendum on January 26 of this new year. I also bring the perspective of one who has spent his life in science. I am a member of the National Academy of Sciences, the Connecticut Academy of Science and Engineering and the American Philosophical Society. I have held professorships of Public Health, Medicine and Microbiology and have published a textbook on Human Ecology and Public Health. My research has been principally in infectious diseases, virology and genetics as well as in clinical medicine.
I also know nothing about a lot of things.
Many of you know my wife Joy and myself from our long year-round residence in Madison at 23 Willard Ave. Those who do not yet know me may have seen an old codger with orthostatic hypotension and ataxia weaving his way to my mailbox on Fairview. (The old codger retired from the tennis courts at the end of last summer because he was hitting more partners than tennis balls).
(Why am I writing this, do I want money or am I running for public office?)
Of course I want money, but not from you. In fact Joy and I have just given you money in the form of yet another gift for the protection of our common love – Seaview Beach. As for politics, I write this coming neither from the right nor the left, but straight down the middle.
I am a yankee. An ancestor, Thomas Norton was a co-founder of Guilford before it split in two to become Guilford and Madison. In the interest of full disclosure, as they say, Thomas not only facilitated the development of Guilford with his Tide Mill, but was among the first to fill in a small part of the salt marsh there. (Shame on you revered ancestor). More than 80% of New England’s salt marshes have since disappeared. (More about salt marshes in a minute.)
In 1931, at the age of 11, I first wiggled my toes in the mud banks of Fence Creek as I hunted bait for fishing in the form of small fiddler and green crabs with the warm summer sun on my face and back. These early depredations caused no profound ecological harm as I competed with the more successful herring gulls and raccoons. The only harm done was to those of my skin cells that later morphed into basal cell carcinomas that are now supporting a team of dermatologists.
In my first teaching and research job as an Associate Professor of Medicine at Tulane School of Medicine in New Orleans I met a southern belle named Joy whom I persuaded to come back north. So we took the diapers off the elegant filigree iron railing in our French Quarter apartment and I thus returned to my alma mater of Cornell University Medical College and New York Hospital and Joy became more of a yankee than I. In the northern winters we fought the battle of the thermostats, with Joy turning them down and I, who love warm weather, turning them up. (Joy wins.
We have raised four sons and played with eight grandchildren on the sands of Seaview Beach as they swam in the pristine waters of that inland arm of the Atlantic Ocean known as Long Island Sound – an area scooped out by glaciers 18,000 years ago leaving the big boulder known as Tuxis Island behind.
Alright, everyone loves the beach. Why should we care about the fate of the salt marshes on our eastern border? There are many reasons:
- We have been lucky with respect to hurricane visitation and damage in recent years. Salt marshes act as huge sponges that absorb the incursions of the sea and thus protect real property along the shore. The sand under the marshes at Hammonasset is 50 to 70 feet deep. Quite a sponge!
- I am not a tree hugger. The last time I hugged a brittle Norway maple in my yard a huge branch came down and hit my garage.
- Marshlands promote species diversity. Opponents of marshland preservation joke about the sparrows that they harbor. Although I love the twitter of birds I am basically a big mammal guy who sends checks to preserve the tigers of Indonesia and the ice bears of Alaska. This year the lions and tigers and bears (oh my!) will have to get along without my help as I increase my yearly financial aid to the ecologic crisis close at home. I am appalled by the rate at which entire species are disappearing from this planet. My recent reading and Google explorations remind me that extinction of species has always occurred but currently is proceeding at an accelerated rate. Marshlands are a home of species diversity and hence the evolution of new species.
What legacy will we leave behind?
Even in these parlous economic times we hope to leave real property and financial assets to our children. But if we wish to retain the value of our property in Madison by the sea, we must act now and take action in the coming referendum of January 26.
In conclusion, I would like to quote from a letter I published in the Shoreline Times 6 years ago. I can say it no better now:
I feel that as residents of the environmentally blessed community of Madison we should be ashamed to risk the precious resources that make our town unique and instead that we should vigorously oppose further endangerment of these irreplaceable sites and act as their guardians.
– Edwin D. Kilbourne