Category: The News of the Day

  • Dry and Windy Bro

    Dry and Windy Bro

    We begin with fireworks The dominant story of the summer is the continuing drought. The gardens struggled this summer as different phases of a water ban made it untenable to head out each day and give them the drink they needed. Its a chore I enjoy and crossing it off the daily list freed about…

  • Remaking the Connections

    Remaking the Connections

    The web cams are back on line. I think I backed into success this time but access to the cameras has been restored. We had a brief power outage in the middle of the process caused by March type winds but perseverance is the key to life. While I had this screen up I thought…

  • Get things Growing

    Get things Growing

    May into June means gardens. I have written about wanting to memorialize Ruth and George Downton with a garden. That is now in place. Signage will follow that describes their contributions (only John Cushman spent more time here) with notes on the the building of Lighthouse Park and the October 1991 storm that undid so…

  • Working on things

    Working on things

    Odds and ends are on the list for this vacation week. The first step to restoring the Light to full health was taken this week when the townspeople of Scituate voted at Town Meeting to support a Community Preservation Project advanced by the Trustees to rebuild the Lantern Room. I have written before of the…

  • Another Anniversary

    Another Anniversary

    Sixty six years ago Scituate found itself with a crisis on Cedar Point. A huge ship had grounded and would bring scores of stories to every neighborhood. Traffic. Oil. An angry cook. A worried captain. Generosity. Selling gallons of coffee and potato chips from a school bus. Dynamite and sea anchors. All of these references…

  • 277

    277

    Today marks my 13th complete year as the Lightkeeper. The 277 refers to the number of posts in this blog to date. There should probably be more of them but for different times I got waylaid by work, or by sensing that I was repeating myself, or by being laid up with my bout of…