Lordship was originally known as Great Neck in colonial times, later became known as Stratford Point when the lighthouse was built in 1822. Became Lordship Manor during the development of Lordship Beach along Ocean Avenue in the 1890's and eventually just Lordship. This page will capture miscellaneous stories or pictures throughout the years.


1956 History


History 1959


History 1965


1971 History


1972 History


1973 History


1975 History

July 6, 1923: BEACH PICNIC: The Fourth of July just passed will long be remembered in Lordship as the most successful day this Community has ever planned and carried out. It began with the Sunday School picnic held at the "Gold Diggins" during the afternoon to which all the members and their guests were invited. About 160 people" attended, and the committee with Leslie. A. Hoffman, as chairman had entertainment planned for old and young. Jackie Chisnell was voted the most expert egg hunter and Jackie's visiting cousin, George Jennings of New Haven, the speediest peanut racer. There was a 75-yard dash for boys. Kenyon Ottoway coming well ahead of the others, and a 25-yard dash for primary girls in which Ruth Lathrop proved the fleetest. Phyllis Green won the 25-yard dash for the Intermediate Girls and there was a neck-to-neck contest between Mesrs. Braddock and Franz in the 50-yard dash for Seniors, the former finally winning by a nose. Sack races for Junior Boys, Intermediates and Seniors were won by Edward Bowen, Burwee Franz and "Chucky" Franz respectively. Twelve women contested in the string winding contest. Mrs. Ed Berg proved the most skillful with Mrs. Chisnell and Mrs. Clark close behind. Mr. Ottoway distinguished himself in the baseball game by his remarkable fielding and his vociferous coaching. Mrs. Bottsford proved her superiority over sixteen contestants by driving two nails clean into a board in seven seconds. After all the events were run off, lunch baskets appeared and there was a general onslaught on the lemonade and ice cream tent. The day ended with beautiful fireworks which were displayed after dark. The rockets shot up with a protesting growl but by the time the piece de resistance was put on the atmosphere had cleared and The Waterfall, a brilliant Niagara of golden sparks, falling a distance of about forty feet, and seemingly twice as broad across which continued for about ten minutes, was received with most enthusiastic admiration and was a fitting climax to a memorable Fourth. Scoutmaster William Davis has decided on The Cove as the most centrally located site for the Campfire and Boy Scout meeting and it will probably take place on Wednesday evening, July 11th.


1889 Hayride


1897 Boat trip

May 4, 1924 - LORDSHIPS BABY CROP IN 4 MONTHS BREAKS RECORD: Lordship has a record-breaking baby crop this spring. In the last four months 11 babies have been born to Lordship parents. Girl babies have been the most popular, - the minority numbering only four boys, including one set of twins, those born to Mr. and Mrs. Kimball of Poplar Street. Boys were also born to Mr. and Mrs. Lyons of Prospect Drive and to Mr. and Mrs. Fred Donaldson of Hillside Avenue. Girls came into the homes of Mr. and Mrs. Seth Ward, Mr. and Axel Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. John Sauls, Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins, Mr. and Mrs. Murkette. Mr. and Mrs. John Ericson and Mr. and Mrs. Leslie Moore. All of the babies are thriving. A minstrel will be given by the Lordship Sunday school Monday evening at 8 p.m. An interesting program has been arranged by the committee in charge. Tickets may be obtained from any member of the Sunday school.

October 11, 1926: SPIDER CAUSES POWER OUTAGE: At Lordship, a town near Bridgeport, Conn., a fat, succulent spider straddled, with his eight legs, two live wires; was electrocuted. Foraging ants who found the corpse hailed their mates to the winter's store of meat. So many ants piled on to the spider, to be electrocuted in turn, that their massed bodies short-circuited the wires of 20 interconnected houses.


5 Lordship Road


5 Lordship Road


Deed 1792


Camping 1914


1918 Brickhouse


Barnum house

1825 Poem

1825 Poem


Billie Boy 1896


Manor Cottages 1897


Whist Club 1897


Lordship Beach Houses1910

Material below courtesy of Sally Foley Martin.


Aerial view


Ocean Avenue


Lordship Beach


Park Blvd


Beach front


Beach homes


Manor homes


Beach homes


Dilmot home


Along the bluffs


Foley house 1915


Lordship Bathers


Sledding 1944

August 24, 1961: It was an ideal day for walking this early morning in the 1600s. John Thompson formerly of England sat outside his home in Stratford. He called to his wife, Mirable let ye I go down to the Lordship and see how the grain be doing. Mirable smiled just like John always worrying over his grain from the seeds which he took from England, she thought. She knew he was a hard worker and that the land he purchased was his pride and joy. She wiped her hands on her apron and taking him by the hand they began their walk to survey the grain. Even from a distance John and Mirable Thompson could see the long, ribbon-like leaves, slender, erect with yellow beaded heads. Puzzlement flashed across their faces. A soft breeze made the yellow heads wave back and forth. John thought, something odd, something very odd. From a walk they both broke into a run. John gathered several handfuls of the heads and tossed them into Mirables apron. With excitement Mirable rubbed them out till nearly a peck had been prepared. She exclaimed, Tis wheat, my John, this wheat for bread. It was difficult to believe here in this new land, this Lordship, wheat that went to make the staff of life was actually growing on his, John Thompsons land. He picked up a handful of the yellow head grain and let it pour back into Mirables apron. Tis a blessing from God, Ye can now make bread from our own wheat, he said. It did not take hours but minutes for the news that out in Lordship, the Thompsons were growing wheat. It was a cause for thanksgiving. The settlers came from every point of Old Stratford. Inside the Thompson house, Mirable Thompson was preparing the first bread made from home raised wheat. The aroma of the bread baking filled every nostril. The small crowd surged forward as Mirable Thompson came out of the door with a large wooden tray filled with slices of the first home grown wheat bread baked in Stratford. Each one received one piece of the token bread. It was delicious. Thompson nibbled on his slice, his mind filled with visions of his domestic wheat growing. All day until the robe of dusk wrapped around Stratford, the first tasters dance, sang old English airs and said prayers of thanks to their Creator for the bread they ate this day. John said later that night, Mirable my beloved, I think I shall grow fields of this wheat and we can supply our good neighbors with wheat for their bread. He fell asleep with visions of miles of ground covered with wind tossed yellow beaded heads of wheat. Next day, John worked long and hard with four men who came over to help. John gave each some wheat, enough to make a loaf. The first year, the wheat grew tall. John knew that wheat was the most important of the grains. He knew from his grandfather in England who was a schoolmaster that the word wheat came from the Anglo-Saxon hwaete, meaning white and was used for the grain because it was so much whiter than barley or rye. For three years John Thompsons wheat dream was becoming a reality. Stratford settlers who baked their bread called it Thompsons Bread because of the wheat from John Thompsons Lordship land. Then suddenly in the fourth year the wheat seemed stubborn to grow. John Thompson checked the soil, watched the weather and gave it as careful attention as a mother to her child yet the wheat was far below par. Within five years the great wheat dream possessed by John Thompson burst. Only a few feeble few grew. John Thompson stood with Mirable one evening and looked at what was for a short time, a ground proud with wheat now desolate as if it never materialized. Mirable said, it fits the Lord, John that no wheat comes forth. It comes and departs. John looked at her. She was always so kind, so ready to uplift his feeble spirit. Mirable, my beloved, the wheat may never grow here again, tis true, but ye know ye baked the finest bread from it this man ever tasted. Just for that it grew so sine, I think, he said. Both laughed and headed homeward.