I Can Never Get Enough Nutmeg
The Connecticut Store, Waterbury
March 31, 2009
”I am an American. I was born in Hartford, in the state of Connecticut, so I am a Connecticut Yankee. I could make anything a body wanted, anything in the world, it didn’t make any difference what; and if there wasn’t any quick new-fangled way to make a thing, I could invent one…”
-From “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court” by Mark Twain
Everyone’s into “locavore” cuisine these days, including me. But how about a true locavore dry goods store? Read on…
As anyone who has read a few posts here knows, I obsessively attempt to categorize the places I visit as consistently as possible. Sure, some “museums” are tenuously “museums,” but I have my criteria and I stand by it.
Less frequently I go somewhere that is clearly not a museum (by any definition), but surely looks and feels like one. Waterbury’s Connecticut Store is perhaps the place that blurs the line the most. It is clearly a retail store and does not pretend to be anything but a retail store so I won’t consider it a museum for a millisecond. And yet… It nags at me, pulling and prodding me to figure out a way to call it a museum.
To wit: It maintains non-businesslike hours. It is housed in an important and historic building which warrants a CTMQ post of its own. It is owned and operated by a slightly eccentric, highly knowledgeable, and very proud Nutmegger named Hank Paine. It operates wholly within a singularly unique niche market. It has strong ties to local manufacturing history and even has “exhibits” to educate visitors – err, shoppers – about that history. The local (Waterbury) Hall of Fame is housed under the same roof.
You see? The Connecticut Store is as much a museum as many places I’ve visited that call themselves museums – and much MORE of one than several others. Alas, it is not a museum, and I must come to grips with that fact.
That said, you should still visit the place in the middle of a day of Waterbury museum-hopping to feel complete. After all, once you check out the Waterbury Button Museum and the Timexpo Museum, where else are you going to be able to buy actual Waterbury buttons and made-in-Waterbury Timex technology?
And Pez. And Wiffle Balls… Tuna-Mates, Woodbury Pewter and bottles of Witch Hazel – all in the same aisle? Nowhere. Welcome to The Connecticut Store, the store that only sells stuff made in our fine state.
I first visited the building – but not the official store – during the acceptance soiree of state Representative Chris Murphy. Hero to all, EdHill, invited me and quite frankly, I only went for the free food. Oh, and the fact that it was in the historic Howland-Hughes Building. My decision was fortuitous because, as it turns out, the non-active store section of the building isn’t usually open to random bloggers like me to poke around in.
While everyone else was celebrating, I walked around and peered into every nook and cranny of the large room. I was treated to several clues as to what the actual Connecticut store held on the other side of the wall. Waterbury brass buttons, Bovano sculptures from Cheshire… Stuff like that. But the real coup of being in that room that night, aside from appearing on every local news broadcast in the background pretending I cared about a winner whose district I don’t even live in, was having a chance to enjoy the Waterbury Hall of Fame.
You can read about that in greater detail on the page about the building itself; and I suggest that you do. Two inductees: Governor Rowland and Bob Crane. Stand-up Waterburians both. I can’t determine when you can go and enjoy the Hall of Fame yourself, but I suspect rather infrequently.
My interest was certainly piqued as to what the Connecticut Store held behind its locked doors that night. I decided to go check it out before what turned out to be an really nice hike over at the Hancock Brook Trail, also in Waterbury. I had planned to submit the story (this story) to an interested regional magazine as a freelance job, but my awesome query was ignored. Jerks. Really, this story deserves to be read by more than just the CTMQ readership, impressive as it is. Yankee Magazine… Call me! (I know you read this blog – I’m not joking.)
The store is owned and operated by Hank Paine, the third generation of his family serving the Greater Waterbury area. Hank, along with his father and grandfather (Ralph and Morris) were recognized in 2003 through their induction to the Waterbury Hall of Fame and were part of the Howland-Hughes department store legacy.
The Connecticut Store celebrates Yankee ingenuity and a legacy of products created right here in the great state of Connecticut. For instance, did you know that when the Titanic set sail in 1912, Waterbury was proudly represented by the brass buttons on each uniform worn by Titanic staff? This same Waterbury manufacturer has provided the buttons for the world-famous ‘Green Jacket’ presented to the winner of The Masters golf tournament each spring. Waterbury Button, dating to 1812, is just one of the many merchants represented in The Connecticut Store. Located in the Howland-Hughes building on Bank Street, this historic location that has served area shoppers for more than 114 years. (And, of course you’d like to read about my visit to the Waterbury Button Museum – which also happened to be the location of my “Connecticut Magazine” photoshoot.
I entered the store and within a minute or two, the effusive Mr. Paine positively leapt out from behind the sales counter and introduced himself. I, of course, under the auspices of collecting data for my Yankee Magazine query was treated like royalty. In that role, I of course took a bunch of notes during my visit – notes which I’ve since lost. Sigh.
But no matter, Mr. Paine left such an indelible impression on me that I can recall most of what we spoke about even if I’m writing this seven and a half months later. Stuff like the following conversation which I’ve repeated to other people like me interested in promoting a state which does such a poor job of promoting itself.
“I did an informal survey once of random people on the street,” Paine told me. “What do you think about when I mention Vermont?”
“Cabot Cheese, skiing, teddy bears and Ben & Jerry’s.”
“And Maine?” his survey continued.
“Tom’s toothpaste, Bar Harbor, lobsters.”
“Guns, jet engines, nuclear submarines and insurance – not exactly household items I’m in the market for right now,” one woman snapped back.
Hank Paine is aiming to change that universal perception, one Wiffle Ball at a time. He told me he drives past a billboard for a Vermont ski resort every day while driving into work and one for another resort in New Hampshire on his way back home. And, he said, “this gets me upset every day.”
I’ve fought this battle of perception with this very blog you’re reading and also through conversations with anyone willing to engage me. Paine is fighting it through his unique Connecticut Store. As his website says, “We’re the outlet for the incredible manufacturing excellence that is Made In Connecticut. Please join us as we celebrate the creative products of Wiffle Ball Inc, Bovano, Woodbury Pewter, Waterbury Button Co, PEZ, Liberty Candle, Alynn Neckwear and many more. We hope to help you discover the legendary quality, innovation, and value of products Made In Connecticut.”
Okay, only two of those companies are household names, but like I said, Paine wants to change that. And best of all, one needn’t be an established company to get your product placed in the store. All you need to do is produce your widget within the state’s borders. In fact, I was privy to an inventor selling Paine on his latest creation in hopes to get some shelf space.
The older gentleman’s idea was essentially hard plastic stakes to be used on the four corners of a tarp to hold it down while raking leaves onto it. Paine was ecstatic about the idea and encouraged the guy to go forward with production. I politely observed and wondered why rocks – or really pretty much anything lying around – wouldn’t serve the same purpose, but who was I to judge. I wish that gentleman luck in his leaf tarp stake endeavors.
I was left alone awhile to poke around on my own. So poke I did. The variety of stuff made here is pretty impressive. And even the stuff we all know about, like Wiffle, produces far more than I ever realized. Like a Wiffle tie. Paine, by the way, would wear this thing. With pride.
One of my favorite items in the store is the Tuna-Mate. You can read the inspiring Tuna-Mate story here (and note that the picture contains cans with pull-top lids), but it certainly is one of those products which was needed.
Another product worth mentioning is the classic game, Ringo. I’ve never heard of it, and it looks really boring, but hey, it’s made in Cos Cob.
The last product I’ll showcase are the world’s greatest Tweezers. Sliver Gripper tweezers are precision manufactured in West Hartford, CT, from American-made stainless steel. There is no other tweezer made with more care. General Norman Schwarzkopf wrote about the SLIVER GRIPPER after Desert Storm: “I have never had a pair of tweezers in my life that was worth a damn. Now I do and I appreciate it very much.”
I had no idea that El Mar, a company that only makes tweezers, was in my hometown of West Hartford.
There’s more in the store (much more), but you get the point. Hank Paine is a man on a mission – a mission which CTMQ wholly endorses.