Lighthouse Story

“Memories of Point Clark – 1930s”

I especially remember what rugged living it was. Just a narrow road winding through the bush. In the summer it wasn’t so bad as there was quite a cottage population even then. In the winter our only neighbour was a mile and a half away – a family by the name or Jardine. They had a permanent residence.

We had a car that we used in the summer but in the winter, there was no mode of transportation unless you had a horse and sleigh, which we didn’t have. My father used to walk back and forth to Amberley (a distance of close to five miles), carrying groceries in a sack on his back.

For meat we ate a lot of rabbits and partridge ad he hunted a great deal.

Once a year the supplies that were needed to maintain the lighthouse and buildings were brought by ship. It would anchor as close to show as it could and the goods were brought in by rowboat.

I remember my father painting the rail around the lighthouse and the dome.

In those days, we had tours through the lighthouse. There were over a hundred steps and a number of landings. My mother scrubbed them once a week.

When Mother and I went away, Father slept in the lighthouse on a cot. If the light, for any reason, went out through the night, he had to go up and get it going again.

He was the last lightkeeper to operate the light manually.

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