Summer Colonies On Prudence Island
There are several different summer colonies on the island, named after either their plat names or by the original owner of the land / subdivision. These are in order from the south:
- Prudence Park- Located on the west side of the island at the western end of Broadway. Development began in 1872 with the building of the Stone Wharf on the west side of the island which became a stop on the Fall River Line steamers running from Providence and Fall River to New York. Most of the summer homes in this area of the island are fine examples of Victorian and Beaux Arts summer homes, in a similar style to those at Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard. The Stone Wharf was severely damaged and many houses were lost in the Hurricane of 1938.
- Bristol Colony- Located on the east side of the island at the eastern end of Broadway. A more modern summer colony, near the site of Bullock's Warf from the 1840s.
- Sandy Point- Located on the eastern side of the island, along Narragansett Avenue. Site of Prudence Island Light (commonly known as "Sandy Point Light"), the Town Dock and a former landing point for the ferry.
- Homestead- Plat of summer homes along the east coast of the island, north of Pier Road, to the north of the former Homestead Casino which was lost in the Hurricane of 1938, now the site of the island's Post Office, general store, and ferry landing.
- Warnerville- Located directly north of the Homestead Plat, on Warner Ave off Narragansett Avenue.
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