Dec 15 2008
Windsway?
The nice thing about Facebook has been the coalescing of random Churbucks around the FB group. “All Things Churbuckian” organized by Paula Churbuck. One of the Churbucks to come out of the woodwork was Frederick Churbuck, a young man from Colorado who pinged me in an email with a question about how were we related.
I have no idea — but shared my theory that some semi-literate ancestor in Southeastern Massachusetts (The Churbuck name seems to be concentrated in Middleboro, Wareham and the Upper Cape) messed up the first “B” in “Chubbuck”, didn’t close the bottom loop and left it open as an “R”. Hence Churbuck is a typo from Chubbuck, of which there is also a sizable population in the same aforementioned towns.
Frederick asked if I knew of the place where he spent his summers, a grand mansion on the seaside of Buzzard’s Bay with the name of “Windsway.”
I had not, but on Thanksgiving my daughter and I set out for Old Silver Beach in West Falmouth, and under dramatic lowering skies, saw off to the northwest a pretty impressive house on a peninsula. Just as Frederick described it.
Was it “Windsway?”
Here’s the picture I took.

Windsway?
Frederick says it is at the end of Wild Harbor Road, and indeed, this is the last stop on Wild Harbor Road.
Amazing. And no, I didn’t come from that branch of Churbuck. Apparently the best known of the Falmouth Churbucks is the painter Leander. Of the rest of that branch, I know very little. I wish I were retired and could indulge my geneological urges. Alas. I cannot.
Update: George Taylor sent in the following picture of Windsway in its heyday. I like it better this way, the way it was.

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I have a picture of Windsway from way back when. Your picture was taken from the exact same spot as mine. Tell me where to send the picture and I will.
George — can you email it to me? David AT churbuck.com?
Maybe a drunken ‘Starbuck’ w/ a slight speech impediment when signing up for something, or other back in the Colonial days…I’m just sayin’…
God. It is so crazy to see how it’s changed. What an amazing house…and a fantastic story to be honest. The neighbors used to be the “Brinks”–an extremely wealthy family from the mid-west I believe…at the time of my youth, the only other structure on the peninsula. It was crazy and fantastic during thunderstorms…we had some really amazing times at that house.
Did you get the picture?