"Mysterious, exotic"
Building Provincetown: The History of Provincetown Told Through Its Built Environment
By David W. Dunlap
https://buildingprovincetown.wordpress.com/2010/01/05/52-franklin-street/
Describing a Provincetown house as a mysterious, exotic, tumble-down hodge-podge doesn’t really narrow the number of suspects meaningfully.
So, let’s note further about 52 Franklin Street — which, appropriately, has an important John Waters connection — that
there are windows where a roof should be, walls where windows should be and the general air of a 1960s mash-up.
That is,
if you can even find it, since it sits in a little hollow tucked at the bottom of the hill
on which Chaim Gross worked and lived.
Some of the hybrid qualities can be explained by the fact that the house (c 1850) was bought in 1962 by Dr. Samuel Klauber of Boston, a physician who remodeled it to serve his practice.
He built an office, a treatment room, an X-ray room, a waiting room and a residence.
He opened his practice here in June 1963, promising medical service around the clock, and the town’s other two prominent physicians — Dr. Daniel H. Hiebert and Dr. Thomas F. Perry — attended the welcoming reception.
Dr. Klauber’s wife served as his medical technician.
He was joined two years later by Dr. Lon Curtis, but the Franklin Street clinic closed soon thereafter.
John Waters (b 1946) and Mink Stole (b 1947) lived here briefly at an important stage in their lives.
In a 1997 interview with Gerald Peary for Provincetown Arts, Waters recalled:
“The first time I had a glamorous apartment was in 1970 when I lived with Mink away from the water, on Franklin Street, where Chaim Gross’s studio was.
It had a glass roof with different colors in the glass, and a pool, and a bridge you walked over, and a fireplace, very Kim Novak.”
In the same issue of Provincetown Arts, Stole recalled her romance here with Vincent Peranio, the production designer of all of the Waters films:
“We had a torrid love affair and it was my first experience playing house.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner, and I made a heartshaped cake.
Sappy!
We were so poor we had to give up cigarettes.
In winter, we took LSD and walked on the dunes.
There was no sliding; the sand was frozen solid.”
Peranio, too, had memories:
“Mink and I had a rather torrid, story-book romance.
After, we would scream in the streets.
She’d come into a coffee house and say,
‘I wish I could have a child named Vincent and kill it.’
How can you break up in P’town and not see each other?
I moved for a month into a tent.”
Sue Harrison, the former arts editor of The Banner, lived in the same apartment in 1977, as she recalls in her comment below.
“When I lived there,” she told me in 2012, “we called it the ‘space ship’ because when you drove up, all those colored panels glowing in the night looked like a flying saucer nestled down on the ground.”
The house was offered for sale in 2010 for $659,000 as a “development or fixer-upper opportunity in a rustic west setting,” but was not on the market as of 2012.
It’s been owned since 1992 by Maria Bizzotto, the proprietor of Friends of Heart at 301 Commercial Street.
One thought on “52 Franklin Street”
Sue Harrison says:
30 December 2012
"I, too, lived in this wonderful house, in that same apartment with the glass panels, around 1977.
The large room with the glass panels was at one time an aviary (or so I was told).
Supposedly, two sisters owned it way back and had birds and plants in there as a sort of greenhouse.
There were trees and a small pool that had to be crossed with a bridge.
In the aviary room is a drain so whatever was in there could be hosed down.
The living room has a traditional fireplace and in the small room on the opposite side of the kitchen is a wonderful beehive fireplace.
There were two other apartments in the house; nothing unusual that I recall about them.
One other thing of interest is that the lot was large and ran all the way to the Y-shaped crook in Franklin Street.
A piece was carved off and sold and became the Lilac Court Condominiums.
People were so outraged by the size and density that the planning board was able to finally get support at Town Meeting for putting growth and building size controls in place.
That was in the ’80s sometime and yes, I was on the planning board then, too.
Amalia's Story, Chapter Sixty-Two
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
1000 Characters About My Mother #15:
"What happened after the Cub Scout Banquet?"
"That would have been in March of 1965 . . . "
"Here's something! First published April 1965 -- "
"Louis Jacobucci, Casework Treatment of the Neglectful Mother."
"Families in Society: The Journal of Contemporary Social Services, Volume 46, Issue 4."
"Oh, look! They had references!"
“The Protective Service Caseworker: How Does He Survive Job Pressures?”
“Use of Homemaker Service in Families That Neglect Their Children."
“The Team Approach in Protective Service.”
"Character Disorders in Parents of Delinquents."
"There's more."
"That's OK."
Presently . . .
"Loneliness and Isolation in Child Neglect."
"Dispositional Empathy in Neglectful Mothers and Mothers at High Risk for Child Physical Abuse."
"The Training of Neglectful and Unsatisfactory Mothers."
"The Socialization of Emotional Understanding: A Comparison of Neglectful and Nonneglectful Mothers and Their Children."
"In ...
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community activities."
"You are delusional."
"Then, I found this article, and it all ...
"I have a thesis. My thesis is: In any woman's life, having children would have to be the most significant event. So, in my mother's story -- "
"Her family wasn't really any different from any of the other families."
"Yes."
"In what way?"
"She and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Both her children went to school."
"What else?"
"They were both boys?"
"Anything else?"
"No. That's it."
"So you said, that one way in which your mother's family wasn't really any different from any of the other families, was that she and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Can you tell me a little more about that?"
"Oh, sure. There was always something going on. Cub Scouts, she was like Den Mother of her older son's Cub Scout Pack. Pack 54. Plus the Comedy Club. Plus I'm pretty sure, she was involved in the kindergarten. She and her husband both. And politics. It was the Sixties."
"Just normal 60's Mom stuff."
"In any case, it's time to forget the past."