Along the canal and across the way, just east of Henpeck Park, you can see, standing alone and forgotten, an old steel barge. Time and weather have taken their toll and it’s easy to miss. Still scrolled on the front side that can be made out through the chipping paint and encroaching vines are the words “Grand Erie Yacht Club.” Many have wondered …What was this place? How did it get there and what is the story behind it?

Recently I met with Ross Gates, one of the original founders of the club, to gain some more insights on its history. In 1982, several members of Capt. Jeff’s Marina decided that they would create a place that would accommodate many people and be suitable for parties and camaraderie. A grown-up clubhouse! They secured a crew barge from Charlie’s Marina that cost them the meager amount of one dollar. if they could move it.

There were many hoops to jump through to secure a place on state land, just on the outskirts of the marina. Property easements, septic, well and electricity were a few of the hurdles they faced. But with perseverance, donations from Marina members, and a lot of elbow grease they were able to make it happen.

The club became very official with officers elected annually which included a Commodore, Vice Commodore, Rear Commodore, Fleet Captain, Secretary, and Treasurer. Membership was open to marina members and their friends with an initiation fee of $25 and an annual membership fee of $50. Because it was not an established business they held no liquor license. To get around that the “essentials” were purchased and dispensed via “suggested donations.”

Monthly meetings were held, and a newsletter was routinely distributed, heralding upcoming activities, recaps of boating trips and fun chatter about the members. Activities included steak roasts, spaghetti dinners, Monte Carlo nights, chicken barbecues, and nightly gatherings where members could share laughs and a few drinks. There were well over 150 members at its peak.

Then, in 1992, just 10 years after the club was started – it ended. A falling out with the owner of the marina caused its demise. The state came in and with it followed the bureaucracy that New York State is known for. With too many stipulations and red tape to navigate through, the Grand Erie Yacht club closed its doors for good.

In 1997, just after our parents (who were club members) passed away, my sister and I visited the marina to reminisce. To our amazement the barge was unlocked, and we ventured in. The bar stools and tables were overturned, litter scattered throughout. The vermin and vandals had taken their toll. And yet as we wandered around, we could still feel the memories. We could almost hear the music and the laughter and the smiling faces of our parents and their friends as we had frequented the club many times during its run.

While brief, the nostalgic era of the Grand Erie Yacht Club is a legacy of determination and perseverance that I’m sure it’s founders will never forget.

It still sits there today, alone and forlorn with its windows broken and rust spreading along its outer walls. The overgrowth has been cut away and the future of it is unknown. An eyesore to some – it is still a treasured memory to my family and all those who frequented it.