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Day 141 – Sunday, February 26, 2012

“Sea Saw”

Some days the sea is very different.  Yesterday was one of those days.  It didn’t start out that way, but it became that way.   Green.   Not the usual black blue.  With frothy white toppings that turn to spray, jerked sideways as they momentarily launch skyward, freed for only seconds, landing somewhere entirely different.   And now today it’s different again.  It almost always runs south to north.  This morning it’s running opposite.  Funny how it can change so from day to day.  And the waves are literally on the edge of my yard.  This yard.  The yard that I keep.  Kind of scary, albeit “can’t take your eyes off it” captivating.  Explosions.  Every six seconds or so.  A mere 40 yards away.  Danger close.  And yet never closing, unless a storm, but always threatening.  Saying, “I’m right here”.  Within arms reach.  A stone’s throw.   Literally.  I’ll take you if I want.

Greens and golds now paint my landscape.  Not seascape, but land.  Browns and yellows, and hints of red signal the coming of spring.  Not that I’m necessarily done with winter.  That remains to be seen.  But signs are here.   And last nights wind blew the coupled pair of Adirondack chairs over, and left a storied piece of timber on the rocks.

I went into the Village yesterday and spent some time with the Captain and Crew of the dragger, F/V “Allyson J IV”.  They were at the wharf to do some boat work.  Here are some snaps…











When you’re dragging you pull up all sorts of things.  This appears to be a hand forged anchor chain link, that they gave me and now sits on my bedroom shelf.  Treasure.







More snaps…












I went to Tim and Kathy’s to pick up a couple of packages and they gave me a Greek Fisherman’s cap, which I love.  I am standing in front of a flag of West Quoddy Head Lighthouse that was taken from the cover of the September 22, 1945 edition of the Saturday Evening Post and this photo was taken by Kathleen Finnegan. The flag can be ordered  The sweater is a gift from my good friend Rich, the jacket from Irwin, and the scarf was made by my Mom.  Thank you all.







And I got a beautiful letter from a woman named Hillary, who has become my friend in town.  “Keep”.  You’re right.  What a funny word.

Another friend, Aarron, who’s a budding photo-journalist, was out and spent the night on Tuesday.  Nice to have some company.  Story to follow.







Random shot of real eggs, from Bella Terra…







As always, thanks for reading, sharing, and “Liking”.  I’ll keep the Light on.  Good Enuf.


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18 Responses to “Day 141 – Sunday, February 26, 2012”

  1. Seamond says:

    Hey Bill: What a great fun-reading post. Talking about the threatening sea coming to you in your yard . . . wow, when I was a kid I’d go to the stormy beach and dare the waves to get me. Not smart. I’m talking wintertime waves (the type you are experiencing now) and a few times they won, I lost and I was freezing by the time I got to the house. My parents were not even upset with me, except I was leaking sand and water on the floor, thinking I’d never do that again. Well, kids take a long time to learn and I’d always do the same thing. You see, it was fun then, never a thought of it could be dangerous at all. I think my folks knew if they ranted/raged about it, I’d do it all the more (probably so). The assistant keeper just laughed at me being so stupid – he was surely right. I love the outfit you have on and the Greek fisherman hat is perfect. As I said, after this lighthouse keeping stint, you will never be the same . . . and you won’t. The hard thing about ending it will be ending it . . . what will you do for an encore?

    • Bill Kitchen says:

      what a great story seamond. i can picture you perfectly. and glad you like the hat. as for an encore, i can’t even begin to think about it, but you’re right, i won’t be the same.

  2. Tim Harrison says:

    For those of you who look closely, Bill’s hat has the exact same emblem of the old United States Lighthouse Service on it, just like the hats of the keepers of old. I guess that means he has now truly stepped back in time.

  3. Arthur says:

    “keepers of old” Those professional civilian keepers who had considerable lightkeeping knowledge and years of experience as opposed to the youngsters who eventually replaced them.

  4. Bill Kitchen says:

    thanks arthur.

  5. Arthur says:

    Concerning my post above, after the Coast Guard assumed responsibility for the lights assignments to lights were from six months to perhaps two years and those who were assigned were most often younger guys and with some noted exceptions who often viewed this as only “temporary duty”, which it was. Thus understandably with not the dedication to lightkeeping that existed with the longer serving civilian keepers or for the new civilian keepers for whom lightkeeping might become a career and over the years promote from 3rd, to 2nd, to 1st assistant and after having perhaps served at several lights finally to become head keeper,

    • Bill Kitchen says:

      excellent point arthur. thanks so much for sharing. things like that must not be forgotten.

      • Arthur says:

        Preserving that which exists today, the lighthouses, is a repair and maintenance challenge. The preservation of knowledge of what no longer exists is quite different, that being the knowledge and memory of these who kept the lights in years past. But if not for the lightkeepers, if no keeper to display his light, there would have been little need for the lighthouses.

        The lightkeeper displayed his light from dusk to dawn night after night if only to answer a simple but profound question asked by mariners who were most often unseen and not known by the keeper —- to answer the question.,”Where am I?” The answer to this question was essential to enable safe navigation of the ship.

        In displaying his light the keeper was concerned not only for those on the ship but also those on shore, the friends and families and neighbors awaiting the ship safe arrival in port or waiting word of safe arrival at a distant port. But this was not just displaying the light. It was carefully maintaining of the lamp, the lamp fuel, cleaning the lens and cleaning the tower glass to “make a good light” to assure his light would at all times clearly seen by all ships passing the lighthouse close by or at distance throughout each night.

        These are the keepers of Little River and many other lights who we wish to remember, and that they not be forgotten.

  6. Donna says:

    Your posts are becoming more captivating. As for writing I’d say you have your “game on”. Thanks for describing the new attire. Thumbs on your mother’s scarf!

    By the way , fantastic pictures of the wharf.

  7. Dave says:

    Really nice hat. You are certainly looking the part. Are the urchin divers still going out? You haven’t written about them lately.

  8. Anne McGhie says:

    Interesting description of the wave action – from my view of Fairy Head the spray was shooting at least 80 feet in the air – clearing the rock face and getting into the trees. This went on for half of the day, which is unusual. It will generally only happen for an hour or less in a given storm during the proper tide phase/wind conditions. Take good care around those rogue waves…

    • Bill Kitchen says:

      i have tried to make a point of not over dramatizing these amazing acts of nature. love that you’re here.

  9. Vivian says:

    Hi Billy,

    I just spent a few minutes reading some of your wonderful posts. They are so descriptive and full of emotion. I just wanted to let you know that I truly enjoyed reading them and seeing the beautiful photos. I will have to check in more often.

    I hope that you are well and enjoying every minute of your adventure! Miss you!


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