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LIGHTHOUSE DIARIES
Betsy, a.k.a. Urchinmama, (above).
Jenny and I bringing sheep ashore (below) in my
rowboat, "Geranium". Both photos August 1995, the
month I purchased the island.
I put down my book and moved to some chores.
Time to make more drinking water. I pumped up
water from the cistern under the kitchen (with the
hand well pump I  mounted on the kitchen counter)
into my old, huge coffee pot, poured the water
through a paint filter (to remove visible sediment)
and into a kettle, then poured from the kettle into
the top of my table top, gravity-fed Katadyn Drip
Filter. Presto. One quart of pure drinking water per
hour. I can hear it slow-dripping as I write. One
could literally pour raw sewage into this thing and
come out with 100% pure water. Pretty neat. And
no need for power of any sort!

Rain has stopped. Sun is out. Time for a much
needed "shower", so to speak, down by the
outhouse. Then dinner. Light the oil lamps and the
stove. Maybe "light the light" I rigged up in the
tower for a while before turning in early and
listening to my "uninvited guests", the strange
"voices", in the kitchen. No, it's not just me. Bernice
"Bunny" Richmond began hearing them in 1939.
And one of my "invited guests" this past summer,
with no mention of "voices" by me, became near
hysterical on her first night here upon hearing
"people downstairs in the kitchen".

Fascinating fact:: Before the tower light was
deactivated (in 1934, and replaced by a clanging
bell buoy just southeast of the the island), the light
could be seen as far away as the horizon on a
clear night, with the light from the oil lamp in the
tower equivalent to only a
15 Watt lightbulb. The
brightness and carrying power was all produced
through use of a combination of lenses, mirrors
and prisms, which boosted and magnified the light
source by a power of........don't recall the power
magnification at the moment. But, pretty amazing.
The Winter Harbor Lighthouse was completed
in 1856, and lighted for the first time January 1,
1857. The first keeper was Frederick P. Gerrish
of Winter Harbor. He was paid $400 per year.
Monday 9 September 1996  continued
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