A Very Old Article that sheds light on the history of Jones Beach Island. The paragraph about the bootleggers was enlightening:
http://www.nytimes.com/1997/09/28/n...ch-is-like-no-other-place.html?pagewanted=all
"One Man's Dream, Blissful Jones Beach Is Like No Other Place"
By BRUCE LAMBERT
Published: September 28, 1997
...Moses later acknowledged that ''almost nobody in those days believed in Jones Beach.'' He said: ''This barrier beach was developed in the face of bitter, unreasoning, vindictive, personal opposition and threats of removal from office. We fought equinoctial storms, the local Ku Klux Klan, baymen and cottagers who hugged their isolation, and rum-runners who had no use for authorities. (We did, however, establish rapport with the bootleggers who had 20-mile-an-hour skiffs powered by airplane engines, and at our regular poker games with the lighthouse keepers we could order anything up to and including Champagne.)...''
And this:
''...Let us have no illusions about Jones Beach as we found it,'' Moses, once recalled. ''It was an isolated swampy sandbar accessible only by small boats and infrequent ferries, inhabited by fishermen and loners, surf-casters and assorted oddballs and beachcombers trying to get away from it all. The tales told of a lovely primitive paradise wilderness with indestructible dunes were fiction. Jones Beach was in fact a mosquito-infested tidal swamp full of stagnant pools, flanked by shifting dunes..."
And from the same article:
"...The park occupies the western third of the 17-mile Jones Beach island. The middle and eastern sections are in Oyster Bay and Babylon Towns and include Captree, Cedar Beach, Gilgo Beach, Oak Beach and Tobay Beach..."
http://www.nytimes.com/1997/09/28/n...ch-is-like-no-other-place.html?pagewanted=all
"One Man's Dream, Blissful Jones Beach Is Like No Other Place"
By BRUCE LAMBERT
Published: September 28, 1997
...Moses later acknowledged that ''almost nobody in those days believed in Jones Beach.'' He said: ''This barrier beach was developed in the face of bitter, unreasoning, vindictive, personal opposition and threats of removal from office. We fought equinoctial storms, the local Ku Klux Klan, baymen and cottagers who hugged their isolation, and rum-runners who had no use for authorities. (We did, however, establish rapport with the bootleggers who had 20-mile-an-hour skiffs powered by airplane engines, and at our regular poker games with the lighthouse keepers we could order anything up to and including Champagne.)...''
And this:
''...Let us have no illusions about Jones Beach as we found it,'' Moses, once recalled. ''It was an isolated swampy sandbar accessible only by small boats and infrequent ferries, inhabited by fishermen and loners, surf-casters and assorted oddballs and beachcombers trying to get away from it all. The tales told of a lovely primitive paradise wilderness with indestructible dunes were fiction. Jones Beach was in fact a mosquito-infested tidal swamp full of stagnant pools, flanked by shifting dunes..."
And from the same article:
"...The park occupies the western third of the 17-mile Jones Beach island. The middle and eastern sections are in Oyster Bay and Babylon Towns and include Captree, Cedar Beach, Gilgo Beach, Oak Beach and Tobay Beach..."