Clam Diggahs--Seaford: Tales of a Town Gone By, A Long Island Memoir
by Frederick Schwicker, Sr.
"Fred is absolutely authentic. I call him the Grandma Moses of memoirs. I love the easy way he writes, but even more important is the Long Island he writes about: a place that has just about vanished and needs to be properly remembered."

--John Cole, founding editior of Maine Times
author of Life List: Remembering the Birds of My Years


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Friday July 11, 7 to 8 PM
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OPEN HOUSE
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Friday July 18, 1 to 4 PM
Seaford Public Library
2234 Jackson Avenue, Seaford, NY
(516) 221-1334 telephone
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Fred Schwicker grew up in Seaford, New York and lived there until 1966 when he and his family moved to Mattituck.

Fred worked in heavy construction (roads and bridges) in New York, New Jersey and New England.

He and his wife Pat and their six children moved to Maine in 1983.

A nature lover and a hand carver of shore birds since the age of 12, Fred lives and writes in Lisbon Falls, Maine.



Nelson Verity, well-known gunner & guide

Clam Diggahs
Seaford: Tales of a Town Gone By
A Long Island Memoir


Soleil Press 2003, 208 pages, 50+ historic photos


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$20 | $25 post paid (ME residents add $1 sales tax)
207-353-4711 | 132 SUMMER STREET | LISBON FALLS, ME 04252



"When I was growing up in Seaford in the '30s, my uncles, and the town's other old-timers, would stand on the corner after supper. They'd gather every night in good weather, as many as a dozen. There was never much talk going on; they were just there, hands behind their backs, hats pulled down over their eyes, shifting from one foot to the other like seagulls.

"Seems like the more there were, the quieter it got. Uncle Ev was hunchbacked. Gilson Wanzer had one eye with a black patch on it. 'Dude' Roberts had a dead lamp too, but he had a shiny glass globe he was right proud of. Artie Stillman had one arm, Charlie Southard one leg... Old Nelson's left hand was a frozen claw from a gunning accident years before, and my Uncle Pompey's legs were so stove up that he had to sit on a stool.

"This was all the result of a clean healthy life in the salt air. They were known as clam 'diggahs,' or diggers, to the people of the surrounding towns, and although they didn't all do it for a living, they sure dug and ate enough of the things to fill an oyster sloop. Baymen they were, though--it was a way of life rather than an occupation."

copyright 2003 © Frederick P. Schwicker, Sr.

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