
Looking south on Main Street, East Greenwich, R.I. (Photo by David Brussat)
The other day I paid a brief visit to East Greenwich, one of Rhode Island’s most lovely towns. Main Street has long been a charming rendition of civic life, ever a pleasure to drive through or, better yet, stop and grab a bite or snoop for antiques. The buildings are mostly of an unassuming traditional vernacular, but with lots of architectural animation, not to mention here and there very fine buildings such as the courthouse, which used to be one of five rotating state houses, and the Beaux Arts post office, now a restaurant.
Recently, a string of minor improvements has extended the pleasure of this road. You see, if you are driving south on Main, after several blocks you get to a bend in the road near London Street. Historically, after this point, Main Street feels suburban. As soon as you round that bend you want to turn back.
Well, this did not happen on my last visit. I was actually pulled along by the feeling that it was not so bad around that bend anymore. It appeared as if several bland buildings had graced their facades and their sidewalks with more traditional features. There seemed to be a slew of new commercial buildings, some in curious but unequivocally historical styles. Maybe I don’t know East Greenwich well enough to specify this transformation, but it certainly did extend for several blocks the joy of a drive south on Main. And I did turn around and come back, heading north, and it was just as good in reverse. Then I turned back to head south yet again, just to make sure I was not deluding myself. And so far as I could tell, I was still in my right mind.
In various guises, this has happened elsewhere in Rhode Island. Over a decade or so, Barrington erected period lampposts and tweaked its zoning code, encouraging more tradition in the styles of its string of shopping plazas along County Road. Barrington as a result doesn’t seem as Borington as it used to. Even in North Providence, Mineral Spring Avenue has evolved in three decades through several generations of crudscape. Over time, its merchants and big-box stores have embraced more and more traditional elements in their cheesy architecture. Mineral Spring is still a deplorable heap, but it has indisputably become somewhat less unbearable.
Those are just two examples of what may be a good many more, just in Rhode Island. The point is that even minor changes pushing even the most desultory urbanism in the right direction can make a big difference. A lot of the changes, especially on Mineral Spring Avenue, would be greeted by rolling eyeballs from many of my favorite classicists, who consider bad classicism to be a worse enemy than modernism. But the proof that this is not so is probably more evident in stretches of American cityscape and – to again use the fabulous coinage of James Howard Kunstler – the crudscape of suburbia. Little traditional touches of even retrograde quality make a big difference in the charm – or if you must, the “charm” – of a street. Architects must try to remember that architecture is for all of the people, not just the clients, design magazine editors or other architects.
Yes, developers, merchants and others whose buildings decorate our cities and towns (for better or worse) should be encouraged to reach for the highest quality of design they can afford. Nevertheless, small and even dubious movement in the right direction, toward tradition, can make visible and positive differences on our streets, inching them toward the beauty that we all, as taxpayers and as human beings, deserve in our civic realm.
Somebody in the planning offices of East Greenwich seems to have discovered this hidden principle, and all of us, whether we live, work or visit in the town, are the beneficiaries.
I grew up there in the late 50’s and 1960’s, when the Naval Air Station at Quonset Point was humming and Main St, on a Saturday, was bumper to bumper traffic; when Our Lady of Mercy church had not burned down and the Kent Theater was right across the street; when Almacs, Woolworths and the Old Stone Bank were nearby and when the original Koch’s Pharmacy had old-fashioned wooden telephone booths with seats. And that’s not forgetting Hathaway’s record store, Main Music and John the barber, where my Dad and I went every two weeks, religiously. Not having been back there in years, I’m glad to read about its surviving “charm”, Dave. Next time you take a drive there, continue on south and then east to Goddard Park. After poking around there for a bit, I’m sure that you’ll have even more reason to be impressed with that area. Way out here in the Sonoran desert, posts like this one are appreciated – which is not to say that your others aren’t. Thank you for your time and effort! I continue to learn a lot from you.
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Thank you, dear Subscriber, you have made my day with this email. I am so happy to have sparked a few happy memories. I have memories like that of the neighborhood where I grew up in D.C. Such a pleasure when something sets them off! I just got an email from Bruce MacGunnigle, the town historian, whom I have asked to fill in some of the detail that I spoke of more impressionistically, and I hope he will have time to do that at some point.
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Dave, thanks for noticing, and for turning around to make sure it was actually true.
Sometimes its the small towns that get it right.
Bruce MacGunnigle
East Greenwich Town Historian
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I assure you, Bruce, the pleasure was mine, and if you or someone in the planning department would like to add a little detail to fill out my very generalist impressions, I would be happy to run it as a guest column.
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