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Beachcombing for History in Hallet’s Cove, Astoria

I’ve been spending much more time exploring my neighborhood of Astoria, NY, due to the pandemic, and I’ve gained a new appreciation for a little spit of sand called Hallet’s Cove.  That’s right, Astoria has its very own beach!  And like any city beach, it’s kind of gross, strewn with beer bottles, random animal bones, and the occasional syringe.  But take a closer look, and it becomes an amateur archaeologist’s paradise.  This area has been settled by Europeans since the 17th century, and was populated by Native Americans for thousands of years before that.  Its namesake, Hallet, was one of the European families that settled here.  It’s fortunate that Hallet’s Cove hasn’t been swept up by development (yet), as luxury condos are relentlessly springing up around it.  By some miracle, the beach remains in a more or less natural state.

During low tide, I’ve enjoyed beachcombing at Hallet’s Cove – when the resident geese don’t scare me off, that is – and I’ve found plenty of fascinating objects, both natural and man-made.  Some pieces are modern, but I suspect some of my finds are hundreds of years old, although I can’t say for sure. * The objects may not look like much, but as a history lover, I love the clues they hold about the people who lived, worked, and died here.

By coincidence, the day I’m posting this (Jan. 24) is the anniversary of the grisly murder of William Hallet III, his wife and five children, killed with an ax by a slave in 1707 or 1708. The house where it happened no longer exists, but it must have been close to Hallet’s Cove. RIP.

*Update: I’ve since discovered that most of these objects are much more recent than I thought. The striped pieces of “Native American pottery” I kept finding are, more likely, the backs of 20th-century floor tiles! The black stripes on them are traces of adhesive. So disappointing…

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Close Encounters of the Octopus Kind

I love octopuses – or is it octopi?  They’re so smart, I can’t bring myself to eat them.  I was snorkeling off the coast of San Pedro in Belize in very shallow water, when I spotted some movement – my first octopus sighting!  Quick as a whistle, it darted into a reef and changed color, turning white to blend in with the coral.

Can you spot the octopus?  It's that white thing in the center, with two little eyes peeking out.

Can you spot the octopus? It’s that white thing in the center, with two little eyes peeking out.

Then, much to my amazement, it latched on to a conch shell and started pulling it over itself, until only two beady eyes remained.

If you look very carefully, you'll see the eyes.

If you look very carefully, you’ll see the eyes.

Mr. Octopus is not pleased.  I think by this point he had pulled a second shell onto himself.

Mr. Octopus is not pleased. I think by this point he had pulled a second shell onto himself.

We stared at each other for a few minutes in a tense standoff, and then I let the octopus be.  I went back to my kayak – it took me about ten tries to climb over the side and get inside the damn thing!  Especially because the person I was with decided to take pictures instead of help me.

Why don't you put down the camera and help me?

Why don’t you put down the camera and help me?

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