2024 Starts Off Rough....

We’ve decided to revive the “blog” on our website, which is somewhere to record the stories of survival we have gone through in the short months of January to March 2024. Hopefully, we will also record the changes (for the better) that have sprung up from the wreckage.


January 10th, 2024, unleashed a southwest storm like no other in anyone’s recollection. We had prepared for the usual flooding we receive with most winter storms, picking up boxes of merchandise from the floor of our hardware store, moving things that might get blown off the float, and making sure tools were picked up from the floor and things battened down in the yard. However, we were unprepared for this new moon, high tide, gale-force wind-driven storm surge that developed by mid-day on January 10th. It was gut-wrenching to watch the onslaught of long waves rolling down the Thorofare from the southwest with nothing to slow it down before they smashed into our 169-year-old building. The ocean kept coming, lifting storage buildings and floating them across the yard. Battering our 10-year-old wharf and turning it into an approximation of a skateboard park with half-pipes and wedge ramps. Two hours before high tide, the ocean rose higher in the big shop than the marks on the planer from the “great floods of ‘78”. Higher still than the Christmas Eve storm of 2023, which we thought was the mother of all storms. The wind and storm surge drove the water higher than we ever imagined. It was up to the bottom of the windowsills of the hardware store, which sits slightly lower than the big shop. Inside the store, the water swirled just under the wooden slab tabletop, destroying everything on the lower shelves. The vehicle gas pump was half submerged, and waves crashed over the top of the fuel pump on the wharf.

Once the waters receded, it was heartbreaking to see the devastation. The building that had stood solidly through so many generations of the Brown family was a broken mess for the fourth, fifth, and sixth generations to piece back together. The big shop floor was broken in many places, the heavy pipe bench had crashed down through the broken floor and was resting at a steep angle with only the broken bits of floor keeping it from a mudflat grave. The main door was blocked because the wharf was pushed up about a foot higher than it was previously. The bench that ran the length of the eastern side with its original, memorabilia-covered tool cabinets was completely demolished. A gaping hole remained between the floor and the eastern wall, which was the length of the building, letting ocean water slosh in. Tools had been dropped down into the mudflats under the building; wood, buckets, boxes, and cases of antifreeze littered the wharf outside. It felt and looked like those photos of folks returning to their houses after a tornado had ripped through them.

Within those first quiet moments after the tide receded, accompanied by the sound of dripping water, and with little time to process our grief, we did what our family always does: got to work. First, it was confusing: sorting through what was left, wondering where to make a pile of things that might be saved, piles of trash, and sorting out seaweed. Then the magic began: more and more people arrived, phone calls were made, and dump trucks and pickup trucks magically appeared to be loaded with debris. Many hands moved what was left to higher ground. School kids, grandchildren, family, and friends turned out to help us. The support made all the difference because we were faced with a monumental cleanup and had the added pressure of having only two days before the next storm! It was clear to everyone that the building couldn’t withstand another beating like that in its condition.

January 11th was a miraculous day. So many helping hands turned out to put back the pieces. Former employees turned up from the mainland, neighbors from Vinalhaven came, 80-year-olds and 8-year-olds, and everyone in between moved mountains and helped secure the big shop and clean up the mess. A newspaper crew showed up to cover the story. An abundance of food appeared from island ovens, along with water and storage boxes to fill with salvage, all accompanied by hugs. Fisherman and contractors brought their tools and expertise. Plans were formed, and heavy cinderblocks were loaded into the middle of the building once the floor was reasonably back in place to hold the floor down. Chains held the floor up to the rafters and down to the granite piling. By 11 am on January 13th, with winds gaining momentum by the minute and ocean water sloshing up through the still broken floorboards, the last of the preparations were done, and only the long wait for peak tide remained. For two long hours, we waited to see if our entire heritage would endure. It seems as if the whole town held their collective breath. We watched, and we waited. With eyes laser-focused on the previous high tide marks left on the buildings and the roof ridge for movement, we clung to the hope that this second storm wasn’t quite as powerful as the last. It was a bit less severe; the tide was a good four or five inches less than two days before, and the wind wasn’t quite as strong, but it still left behind damage. More debris filled the wharf and surrounding area, and large chunks of granite pilings moved not only on our building but our neighbors as well. The process of drying out and cleaning up began again.

The Portland Press Herald newspaper had a two-page spread of story with many photos and online. Phone calls from friends and concerned vendors who had heard the news poured in. Every day, we received cards or notes of condolence and support. Friends rallied to help with creating an online fundraising site. Funding goals were met and exceeded within hours. The support was overwhelming. Months after the storms, we still receive checks and online donations to help us rebuild. We are truly thankful for the support. It’s worth noting that we did not have insurance because no insurance agency would touch us, being in the flood zone, being such an old wooden building out over the water, and having a wood stove for heat. While flood insurance is available to us, the costs were outrageous.

Sunday, February 10th…..one month later, a repeat performance by Mother Nature! Here, we faced yet another southwest onslaught, storm surge tides, and rain, and it was a miserable day on all levels. This time, we had a professional team with us! The town of North Haven has just hired engineers to begin looking at our collective waterfront to see if there might be some actions we could take to mitigate the worst of the flooding and storm surges, among numerous other things. This crew wanted to be on the island during the storm to get firsthand knowledge and readings and interview those affected. They came to the shop about an hour and a half before high tide but couldn’t get anywhere close to the buildings as the tide had already flooded the low land near the gas pump. We showed them the spots where the Jan 10th storm had left high tide marks compared to where the tide was then, and frankly, they seemed quite surprised. We met again after the storm to debrief and go over the damages. It’s reassuring to know that they got to experience it and see the extent of the flooding and wind damage with their own eyes. No amount of surveying, photos, and maps can replace real experience.

Fast forward to March 10th (are you beginning to see a pattern here?) A lot of work had been done to the floor of the big shop, three months of work by five guys to be exact, and the place hadn’t felt so solid for 50 years. It’s been propped, tweaked, reinforced, and added, too, and it shows. One of the tricky spots to reach was the end near the land-side door. That section was raised up several inches due to the accumulation of small debris and seaweed completely jammed up under the building from the wave action. The space was too narrow to access underneath from the waterside, and even with removing a couple of planks from the entrance ramp, the junk was too jammed-packed to push out from between the floor joists. Some major head-scratching ensued. Then, the fire truck was called upon to shoot high-pressure water from the hose under the building from the access spot on the ramp. Boom, no more debris under the building! It got collected up so it wouldn’t find its way back in, and the floor was settled back into place. Back to Sunday, March 10th, another southwest gale with screeching winds and storm surge arrived mid-day. This time, we left the large doors on the floor open. Their original purpose was to expose the launch ramp to get large boats we built out of the building. The floor doors were now new and newly hinged to the floor. The thought process for leaving them open was that letting the ocean in and out without too much restriction would lessen the pounding on the entire floor and building. There were also the same lobster totes filled with every heavy metal pipe, tool, iron bars, and junk sat down in the middle of the floor to help hold it in place that had been used previously. Tides weren’t quite as high as before, although the wind might have been stronger than the last storm in February. Damage was minimal inside, but the large door to the wharf was torn off, and the wharf sustained more damage. Of course, during all this time, we have been talking, dreaming, imagining, and planning some changes to the Ol’ place. Obviously, our current situation is not sustainable. We have hired our own engineers to help with these plans. Nothing is finalized yet because this is a massive undertaking, and many pieces have to fit together for us and all of downtown. Not the least of which is the Waterfront Project the town has undertaken. Our engineers are working with the Town’s engineers to find the best solutions for all of us. Surveyors have been out and mapped out the whole waterfront, and that information is being shared. We will be phasing our work over several years, and the first step for us is getting new fuel pumps on the wharf and land and figuring out how to keep them above water! Currently, our land-side fuel pump does work, and it will take credit cards, but it does sporadically stop working when condensation rears its ugly head!

Our first phase plan is to move our white garage back a few feet and turn it so the garage doors are facing more towards Waterman’s. That will give us better access to put boats in there to work on them. That is our one heated work building on the waterfront, or it will be once the old, swamped furnace is replaced with a new heating system. This will allow room to move the pumps to the end of that building, opposite the new office building we put on the end of the hardware store last summer. The new fuel pumps will have access on two sides for cars with four nozzles, two gasoline, and two on-road diesels. This pump will be on a raised concrete platform, and we will bring in fill to raise the entire area by several feet. We hope that raising the hardware store, which is, in fact, the lowest building, will also be a part of this first phase. We plan to replace and rearrange the fuel storage tanks, giving us more capacity and reducing the fuel outages. The fuel pump for boats will also be replaced. Most importantly, we will bring in fill to raise the grade of the entire area between the garage and the boat shop. Stay tuned for more updates here and on Facebook as we make our way through the process.

We held out a bit of hope that the federal government (FEMA) would come through with some financial aid, but so far, they are offering low-interest federal loans for businesses that could only be applied to repair the damage, not mitigate future storm damage. We have, however, submitted an application to the State of Maine for a Working Waterfront Resiliency Grant. We believe we have a strong application that is ticking all their boxes, but we won’t find the results until August. Meanwhile, our GoFundMe is still active if you want to support our ongoing redevelopment efforts. We are also selling Supporter Tee Shirts here on our website and at the boatyard. Created by Brett Thompson they depict the community pitching in to help us. See the photo below of the design.

Two families - four boats

Once upon a time there were two families, one had a multi-generational boatyard on an island off the coast of Maine. The other was a multi-generational family of fisherman from Beverly Massachusetts. Over the course of two decades Brown's Boatyard built four lobster boats for the Birarelli family. Parents, Richard (Dick) and Jean Birarelli had three sons, Mikey, Jimmy, and Joey. They found us through a friend of theirs that attended one of the first Stonington ME lobster boat races. Foy was racing his boat "Centerfold" and the friend who was interested in having a wooden lobster boat built made inquires. He decided to go a different root but he passed on his good impressions to the Birarelli family. Dick and Jimmy came for a visit and the rest, as the idiom goes, is history.

Jimmy was first, in 1985. He asked us build a 38 footer he named 'Diamond Jim', Little did we know it was the prototype for more to come.  In 1987, fresh from high school came Joey Birarelli, raring to get on the water in his custom lobster boat "Shooting Star". At 42 ft, painted midnight blue she was a beauty and his pride and joy. In 1990 we built the last of the wooden Birarelli boats for patriarch Dick. 42ft long and fire engine red the 'Jean B' was named for his wife Jean. Jean oversaw each and every boat launch party at the yard with the organizational skills of an executive chef and saw to it that no one went hungry! Each boat launch was cause for a HUGE party with many, many Birarelli relatives and friends making the journey north to watch the boats glide down the ways. Jimmy returned again In 2001 and we finished off a West Mac hull. Although he changed to fiberglass he still wanted our craftsmanship to finish off his boat. Their brother Mikey helped on each build, bringing laughter, mischief and lots of stories. Each of the boys, (as we still call them!) spent a great deal of time on island while their boats were under construction. All of them putting in sweat equity, tackling many tasks. Jimmy moved here for months, rooming at Corice Hurd's so he could work on his boat. Joey too spent a lot of time here. That time spent working shoulder to shoulder led to the close relationship between our families. They all had a work ethic like ours, a sense of humor that buoys in tough times, and a fierce pride in their work.

Our friendship with the Birarelli family has remained intact for more than 30 years, phone calls and cards at Christmas. Foy has been to Beverly several times for visits, but most recently for the unbelievably heartbreaking occasion of Joey's funeral. He passed in 2014 after a courageous battle with liver cancer. Sadly just a few months after his Mom, Jean passed. Sorrowful times for both families. Joey and his wife Nicki had been excited to come back to the island to celebrate our our 125th year in business in August of 2013 when he was diagnosed. His family and friends and it seems all of Beverly surrounded them with love, food and support. Support that included sporting bright orange "Birarelli Strong" bracelets. Joe's love of life, family and fishing will forever be remembered both in Beverly and North Haven.

Joey's beloved lobster boat, 'Shooting Star' came to his oldest son Tim. Timmy has continued their family legacy of fishing and has taken the same care in maintaining the old vessel. The closing days of Feb 2017 found Tim, his brother Tom and friend Robbie entering the Fox Island Thorofare in Shooting Star for the first time in 30 years to nudge into the Travelift track of Brown's Boatyard returning for some rehab. Timmy has a few changes he would like to make, some of the oak decks need replacing, a bit of sponginess on the house supports but, overall the boat is in remarkable shape. A true testament to how the Birarelli family (and the Brown family) appreciate working with wooden boats. We are very happy to have them back, expanding our friendship to include another generation. 

      Tim Birarelli 2017                                                            …

      Tim Birarelli 2017                                                                        Joey Birarelli and parents, Jean & DIck 1987

August Tips: Bad Gas

August Tips: Bad Gas

Seminal surf documentary The Endless Summer opens with Bruce Brown's voice announcing that "summer means many different things to different people." To some on our little island it means the cool bite of salt water at high tide, to others the verdant birth of produce, to Foy Brown (and associates) it means long hours bent over an uncovered outboard engine.

Blessing the Fleet 2016

Blessing the Fleet 2016

Every July the active fishing fleet gathers in the thoroughfare to be anointed with holy water for good luck in the working season. It's the kind island tradition that exemplifies North Haven's lineage and communal fabric which makes it the kind of place that draw's people in year after year.