The Y

A solid, beautifully designed brick building with leaded glass windows. Trees with wide trunks framing the welcoming main staircase. So what if that particular entrance wasn’t used anymore…the stories that those steps could tell. The building welcomed visitors that had strolled Wesport’s Main St. since 1923. The Y

I never entered the building, I just admired it whenever I walked by. News of their move shook up the town. Pitted neighbors against one another. The town was up in arms. I had no vested interest except the fear that such a precious landmark could be torn down. How could something that screamed Westport to me disappear? Once inside, before it closed it’s doors, I understood the reason for the move. The interior had seen better days. Frankly that is an understatment.

The move took place without the Y missing a beat. The building I loved so much was saved and was repurposed. Both the building and the Y movement within it, given new life.

Today I learned about the true mission of The Y and I have come to appreciate it as much as I appreciated that sturdy building it was housed in. Strength, beauty…inside and out.