Winter watch log, 1894
“By the second bell the windows were salt-white again; we cleared them with wool and lantern heat, then listened for the steamer horn through the sleet.”
KEEPER STORIES
Beyond dates and tower plans, the coast was kept alive by hands that trimmed wicks before dawn, carried supplies up iron stairs, and watched weather write itself across the glass. These brief records hold routine, fatigue, and quiet pride in equal measure.
“By the second bell the windows were salt-white again; we cleared them with wool and lantern heat, then listened for the steamer horn through the sleet.”
“Flour and lamp oil arrived together at low tide; bread rose near the stove while the rain beat the gallery door in patient, even blows.”
“At dusk the stair carried every footstep twice—once in iron, once in echo—until the lamp was lit and the whole room settled into its familiar hum.”