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Pacific County, 1900

Friday, January 15th, 2016
F.A. Hazeltine, circa 1901

F.A. Hazeltine, circa 1901

In 1900, the South Bend Journal published a 32-page supplement called the “Pacific County Edition.” It is a treasure-trove of information about the each of the communities in our County at the turn of the last century – at least “important”  in publisher F.A. Hazeltine’s opinion.

In my own view and with the added advantage of 116 years of hindsight, I think it is heavy on North County material and not as thorough with regard to South County. Especially with respect to Oysterville. Granted, I am totally biased – but I think old F.A. was, too. Consider: six-and-a-half pages devoted to South Bend and two columns devoted to Oysterville; forty-seven pictures devoted to South Bend and three to Oysterville. I mean, come on!

Oysterville School circa 1880

Oysterville School 1875-1905

The three Oysterville photos were of R.H. Espy and his family, I.A. Clark, and M. Wachsmuth. Two other movers-and-shakers get special mention – Andrew Wert (a mis-spelling of Wirt) and F. C. Davis. And when it came to the little article on “County School Statistics,” Oysterville School is not even mentioned, never mind that it was the first public school in the County and in 1900 was going strong – even had a two-story building with two teachers.

SB Journal Centennial Edition0005

From the South Bend Journal Souvenir Edition, 1900

Notwithstanding the skewed nature of the edition, it is a fascinating look back in time and gives a clear idea of South Bend’s dream of becoming the “Baltimore of the Pacific.” Real estate businesses and building contractors dominate the four pages devoted to advertising. South Bend had been the County Seat for a full seven years (as compared to Oysterville’s thirty-seven years) and no mention at all is made of the infamous “kidnapping” of County Records. But… I digress.

This Souvenir Edition was given to me by Mike Lemesko at the Community Historian class the other day. He says others are available at the Pacific County Historical Society in South Bend, free of charge! Getting one would be well-worth the trip, so hurry while they last! Your winter reading entertainment will be assured.

One of the Pleasures…

Tuesday, October 27th, 2015
Ruth Dixon

Ruth Dixon

I’ve sung the praises of the Sou’wester many times over the years. When I’m getting background information on almost any aspect of Pacific County history, I search its pages first. Begun in 1966 by Ruth Dixon, the magazine was, for many years, published quarterly (now semi-annually) and is one of the membership perks for joining the Pacific County Historical Society. Current and back issues are also available at the PCHS Museum in South Bend.

Besides being a fabulous source for local history, the Sou’wester is just flat out fun to read. Pick up any issue, the older the better, and you are in for an hour or more of fun. One of my favorite parts, particularly of the early magazines, are the “fillers” – those little bits of (often) unrelated information that filled in a blank space here or there. I give you just a taste here.

In the Spring 1967 issue: With Her Flag At Half Mast and Cannon Ball Ballast – The sloop MARY HOBSON rushed news of Lincoln’s assassination from Astoria to Oysterville. Built in 1861 at Cape Disappointment, she was also known as the MARY H. Transportation of goods and passengers being her usual duty, she was ballasted for this trip with pig iron bearing the stamp of the Oregon Iron Works of Oswego, and with cannon balls. The ballast was put overboard and the sloop loaded with oysters for the return trip.                                                                                                                            -Charles Nelson.

Sou'wester Reprocuction of Postbox Advertisement

Sou’wester Reproduction of Postbox Advertisement

In an article about the Chinook post office, the Summer/Autumn issue ran a copy of this old advertisement from a Baltimore newspaper: SADLER PUB. CO., BALTIMORE, MD. IMPORTANT TO POSTMASTERS. The rental from boxes in Post-offices where the salary is less than $1,000 belongs to the Postmaster. They can, therefore, increase their income very materially by having their offices fitted up in an attractive manner. The money received from rentals alone will pay for a Cabinet in a few months. With this in view we would call attention to the line of POST-OFFICE CABINETS AND CASES shown on the following pages. These Cabinets are made of best material, finely finished and are furnished to Postmasters at very low prices either on cash or installment plan.

One of my all-time favorite is this bit from the Spring 1966 issue: TIDELAND CHICKENS – Rev. Wolfe of the Raymond Methodist Church has solved the problem of raising chickens on the tidelands. He has just completed a floating house for his chickens which insures a safe, dry place for them when the tide is high, while at low water they can feed outside. Rev. Wolfe did not say whether or not he had supplied his flock with tide tables.                                 -Raymond newspaper in 1908.

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From McKenney’s Pacific Coast Directory 1883-1884

In the Spring 1984 issue of the Sou’wester is an excerpt from McKenny’s Directory (L .M. McKenny and Company, San Francisco) for 1886 showing that the population of Oysterville was 100 people and its leading citizens were: Alf D. Bowen – join councilman; A.M. Brown – postmaster; W .A. Carruthers – furrier and general merchandise; F.C. Davis – tannery and county treasurer; R.H. Espy – justice of the peace; Joseph A. Gill – publisher and agent for Wells Fargo Bank; M .S. Griswold – justice of the peace; P. Henselman – coroner; Mrs. Ada Hicklin – school superintendent; Benj. Hutton – county commissioner; I.S. Jones – general merchandise; W.C . Lupton – blacksmith; S.D. Stratton – proprietor of Pacific House; J.P. Pall – carpenter; N.S. Porter – district attorney; L.M. Preston – county commissioner; C.A. Reed – notary public; J.H. Turner – sheriff and assessor; J.S .M . Van Cleave – county judge; Jos. A. Whealdon – county surveyor; Geo. W. Wilson – county commissioner; A. Wirt – hotel proprietor; E.B. Wood – county recorder and auditor.

Great stuff! I highly recommend putting these wonderful magazines at the top of your reading list. Many are online or at our local Timberland Libraries.

This Morning at the Oysterville Store!

Thursday, September 17th, 2015
PCHS Outing to Visit Willie Keil's Grave, 1953

PCHS Outing to Visit Willie Keil’s Grave, 1953

I wonder how many people are left in Pacific County who remember the Pioneer Picnics that took place in Bay Center every year from 1920 to 1972. They were almost always held on the 2nd Sunday in August and they were a time when the “old-timers” of the County (and their friends and families) would get together and reminisce. I remember going to several of them with my grandparents back in the forties and fifties – before I was old enough to appreciate those gatherings for much more than the fried chicken and potato salad.

PCHS Meeting August 25, 1953

PCHS Meeting August 25, 1953

There were always several hundred people there from all corners of the County. There was lots of visiting and speech making and the keynote speaker invariably told about an interesting and import aspect of County history. I think the first time I heard about the “Kidnapping of the County Seat” was at a Pioneer Picnic. I don’t remember who the speaker was – it could have been L.D. Williams or L.L. Bush or my Great Uncle Cecil or even my grandfather or Charlie Nelson. They would all have been there.

I remember being fascinated that my grandparents knew so many people from “across the bay” – from Nemah and Bay Center and South Bend and Tokeland. It never occurred to me then that these had been their closest friends in the days when transportation was primarily by water. Years later my mother would tell how the trip across the bay on the Shamrock or Reliable (or even in a neighbor’s boat) was much easier (and quicker) than getting to Ilwaco or Chinook by train. “Most of our friends were across the Bay in those days, not on the Peninsula,” she would say.

Oysterville Store, July 2015

Oysterville Store, July 2015

Although the Pioneer Picnics are no more, two important ‘direct descendants’ are – the Bush Pacific County State Park (which began as the Bush family’s property on which the Picnics were held) and the Pacific County Historical Society (which began in 1949 as a way to formally gather ‘the memories’ of Pacific County history.) Today the Pacific County Historical Society is holding their quarterly meeting at the Oysterville Store from 9:00 a.m. until 11 a.m. We intend to be there!

Peninsula Place Names – The Word is Out!

Saturday, July 11th, 2015
Winter/Spring 2014 - Summer/Fall Sou'wester

Winter/Spring 2014 – Summer/Fall Sou’wester

The long awaited (at least by me!) 2014 issue of the Sou’wester is ‘out’ at last! Once again I had the pleasure of being guest editor of the publication which means, in essence, writing it and submitting it to Pacific County Historical Society President Steve Rogers who does the layout and turns it over to the printer. Sounds easy. But, it isn’t. Mostly, it is a time-consuming proposition.

I thought when I turned in my copy a year ago that it would be the “catch up” issue. That is, that the magazine would actually carry a publication date of the year in which it was published. That’s always a toughie with a volunteer-based project and, once again, the dear old Sou’wester is a year behind. My fondest hope is that, in the meantime, I haven’t learned ‘new’ facts that make me itch to rewrite a corrected version.

Why was it called "Sherwood Forest?"

Why was it called “Sherwood Forest?”

That’s a strong possibility, especially with “A Sense of Place: Names of the North Beach Peninsula” as the publication’s topic. Even as I worked on fact-gathering and fine-tuning back in 2013 and early 2014, I found it hard to sort through the disparate information about Peninsula place names. More than once I wished I had asked more questions of my grandparents and their friends. Exactly who was Joe John, anyway, and where did he live on the road we call by his name? And why, even in my childhood, did my grandfather still refer to the town just south of Oysterville as “Sealand” rather than “Nahcotta?” From our twenty-first century vantage point, Sealand’s year or two of existence wasn’t long enough to make it, rather than Nahcotta, the preferred name for sixty years!

How did Klipsan Beach get its name?

How did Klipsan Beach get its name?

One of the prime examples of “being there” with regard to place names is the Peninsula’s Waikiki Beach. The logical explanation (and the one I had heard over and over) was that back in 1811 a crew member from Astor’s ship,  the Tonquin, was drowned and washed up on that beach. He was from the Sandwich Islands (now Hawaii) and, thus, the name Waikiki was given to the cove in his honor. But, according to the late Rod Williams, that’s not how it was at all. Rod happened to be a witness to that particular bit of history – the naming, not the 1811 drowning – and his version is also recorded in “A Sense of Place.”

Rod’s story and many others, equally interesting, can be found in this issue of the Sou’wester. The magazine is one of the perks of membership in the Pacific County Historical Society and, if you belong, you received it in your mail earlier this week. Otherwise, it is for sale ($8.95) at the PCHS Museum in South Bend and at the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum in Ilwaco. I highly recommend it!

A Note to My Grandfather

Saturday, April 11th, 2015
Helen and Harry Espy Golden Wedding Anniversary

Helen and Harry Espy
Golden Wedding Anniversary

The other day I ran across the most interesting file folder – Photostat copies of some of the earliest business considered by our Pacific County Commissioners way back in 1857 — back in the day when we were still Washington Territory and the only way to get to Oysterville was by water. In fact, these documents have to do with the very first roads here on the Peninsula.

The documents were accompanied by a cover letter to my grandfather from Verna Jacobson. She served as County Auditor from 1947 to 1974. Beyond that she was the Daughter of North Cove pioneers, wife and mother, County Clerk, WWII Veteran, concert singer, world traveler, founding member and first Secretary of Pacific County Historical Society (PCHS.)

1857 Petition, Pasge One

1857 Petition, Page One

My grandfather, Harry Albert Espy, also descended from pioneers, had been a State Senator, long-time Justice of the Peace and, like Mrs. Jacobson, was one of the founders of the PCHS. The Espys and the Jacobsons were acquainted and the note begins with a reference to my grandparents’ 50th Wedding Anniversary which they celebrated on November 24, 1947:

11-25-47
Mr. H.A. Espy, Oysterville, Washington
Dear Sir:
May I extend my congratulations to you and Mrs. Espy with my very best wishes.
In rearranging my office I came across a very old record or as nearly as I can ascertain it is the oldest document in the office as to Commissioners Proceedings. I am enclosing a Photostat copy for you as I think you will find it most interesting as I did. This is not the complete record but only the first entry.
Sincerely,
Verna Jacobson

1857 Petition, Page Two

1857 Petition, Page Two

What follows are copies of ten handwritten pages of petitions to the Pacific County Commissioners – seven petitions in all with dates spanning the years 1857 to 1865. Most have to do with roads, or more specifically, the need for roads. The very first, dated October 1857, begins:

We the undersigned would respectfully represent to your honorable body by petition that we are without a direct road from Oysterville, Pacific Count, W.T. westwardly to the Pacific Ocean on 3weather beach and knowing that it is essential for it would be a general benefit to the travelling wayfarer or emigrant who is looking for a home and by locating this road, it being only one and half miles from Oysterville directly westward to the Sea Shore and from thence southerly toward Bakers Bay on the Mouth of the Columbia River for eighteen or twenty miles an excellent hard Sea beach Shore but aside from that it would connect a few miles South with the Territorial Road from Pacific City, Columbia River to Narcata landing in Shoal Water Bay, and would afford an easy ingress and egress, both to citizens and travelers and then would have both to choose whether to take Mail Stage or his own private conveyance in the more rugged way in an open sailboat up to the portage, through or over that dismal road (especially for families at any season of the year is unfit) to get at Baker’s Bay on the Columbia River…

Repair Work on Oysterville Road, 1880s

Repair Work on Oysterville Road, 1880s

Twenty-five men signed the petition. Most of the names are familiar in the annals of Pacific County History, among them R.H, Espy, Abe Wing, Andrew Wirt, Ezra Stout, I.A. Clark, Gilbert Stevens, Ed Loomis.

I had always ‘heard’ that Oysterville Road was the first in the county and that it was built in 1858. The information in this long-neglected file folder would seem to corroborate that information.

Shameless, Fret-Free Thievery

Friday, March 6th, 2015

 

Ruth Dixon

Ruth Dixon

I often feel a bit uncomfortable when I hear myself referred to as “a historian.” It’s true that I search endlessly for information about ‘the way it was’ here on the bay in the years of early settlement and, sometimes, I even uncover a hitherto unknown fact. But, with my academic training in journalism rather than history, I feel that I come by the title of ‘historian’ more-or-less through the back door.

So, it was with a good deal of pleasure that I read this statement by the late Ruth Dixon, founder and long-time editor of the highly respected Sou’wester, quarterly publication of the Pacific County Historical Society: It must be confessed that the information given here has been shamelessly “lifted” from every available source known – books, newspapers, family histories and letters. We make no apology because we believe the story should be told.

This was Ruth’s concluding remark in an article (which actually might have been a talk) titled “The Forgotten Pioneers of North Shoalwater Bay.” She had ‘lifted’ the material with the help of Virginia Olsen, which explains the “we” in her statement.

The First Sou'wester

The First Sou’wester

I couldn’t have expressed my own feelings any better and have every intention of blatantly quoting Ruth in the future. She did more than any other Pacific County resident to document and chronicle the stories of our past. I’m sorry I didn’t know her. I came along after she had passed the baton as Pacific County Historian on to Larry Weathers who carried on her work for several decades. Larry talked a lot about Ruth, crediting her with knowing more about ‘where the bodies were buried’ (literally!) than any other person in the County.

Unfortunately, there is some mystery regarding what happened to the bulk of Ruth’s personal files. I remember that Larry was concerned about their safety and eventual preservation during Ruth’s final years and made several attempts to talk with her about her lifetime treasure trove.

Just this last week Community Historian Mike Lemeshko ran across some of those files at the Raymond Library – in all-but-forgotten containers in the back room. His initial impression is that they’ve been there for years but whether or not they constitute “all” of what Ruth left behind was unclear. He and I are planning a ‘field trip’ to take a more extensive look and to see if we can determine whether this is just a portion of her collection or if it includes the latter material that Larry worried about back in the 1990s.

I wonder if I will feel a bit like Alice of Looking Glass fame – seeing a familiar, though somewhat distorted, reflection of my own archives. And I wonder what I will learn by the experience. I SO like what Ruth wrote about how she gathered her material. I wonder how I’ll feel about the way she left it for posterity.

Speaking of the Fear of Speaking

Tuesday, January 13th, 2015

Reading From Dear MedoraI woke up this morning (as in was startled into full consciousness) with an email asking me to speak at a local organization’s annual meeting in February. Immediately, my palms began to get moist and my mouth dry. I really don’t like public speaking but there is something deeply ingrained in me that feels I should say ‘yes’ unless there is an over-riding reason otherwise. The calendar was blank; I said yes.

So, now I’m trying to analyze why such commitments make me so nervous. It’s not that I have nothing to say, as I’m sure my long-suffering husband would be the first to tell you. And I’m pretty sure that if my subject interests me, it will likely interest other people. So, what’s the big deal?

Basic Insecurity. That’s all I can come up with. That and the fact that in recent videos I’ve seen of myself, I don’t like what I see. Too many “uhs,” “ummms,” and “ohs.” Too many instances of closed eyes while I’m talking. (What is that, anyway? Am I thinking? Trying to blot out my audience? What? It’s not something I do consciously, for sure.)

Sydney as Mother StevensMaybe I need to join the Toastmasters. Their website offers to help you become a “confident public speaker and a strong leader.” It goes on to say you’ll find a supportive “learn-by-doing environment,” which, in my case, is a bit of a red flag in itself. According to their website there is a club in Ilwaco and another in Astoria. Hmmm. It bears thinking about.

I think, though, getting over fear of public speaking might be right up there with getting over the fear of flying. In that case, the recommendation is… to fly! That’s never really worked for me. The more I fly, the more my heart palpitates. But still, I do it. It’s that ingrained thing; that voice that says “Get over yourself.”

So, I’ll be at the Annual Meeting of the Pacific County Historical Society in Naselle on February 15th. My subject – something historical, of course.

The Beginning of a Ghostly Rampage?

Saturday, December 6th, 2014

 

My 12/05/14 Column

My 12/05/14 Column

This morning early I ducked out into the laundry room to see if the clothes I had put in the dryer last night had dried completely. Nope. So I set the dial at 20 minutes and proceeded with the first order of business for the day: coffee.

It had probably been a half hour when I went out to check the dryer again. Much to my amazement, the dryer door was ajar, the light inside was on and, the clothes were totally dry and still warm to the touch. That dryer door doesn’t open on its own; in fact, it’s rather hard to open it and I’ve smooshed more than one nail when I’ve been too hurried. Nyel was still tucked in bed and, besides that, he has not been out in the laundry room since before his September 9th surgery. And, it certainly was not I who had been out there a second time.

Cate's Column 12/05/14

Cate’s Column 12/05/14

Obviously, Mrs. Crouch is on the move. I hope this is an isolated incident and she isn’t gearing up for a real rampage. I’m trying to think what set her off. Perhaps she feels that she is getting too much attention these days what with the publication of Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula. Or, conversely, maybe she is jealous of Mary Pesonen, the other ghost who was the focus of my column in the Chinook Observer on Wednesday.  It’s hard to tell with Mrs. C. – or with any ghosts, for that matter.

The Observer’s editor, Matt Winters, did tell me that my ghost column is ‘generating plenty of readership’ and, perhaps for that reason, or perhaps due to Cate Gable’s wonderful profile of me in the same issue, several people have commented to me on my ‘forthcoming’ ghost book. I’ve been pleased to tell these folks that the book has been out since September and have bitten my tongue with regard to their reading skills. I think, perhaps, many people just read the headlines and skim the articles… Not that I’m never guilty of similar reading habits!

However and whatever people are reading, I hope they are aware that I’ll be talking about Mrs. Crouch, Mary Pesonen and several other ghosts of the Peninsula at the Pacific County Historical Society Museum beginning at 2:00 p.m. next Wednesday, December 10th.

(MRS. CROUCH, PLEASE NOTE: I WILL BE TELLING ABOUT YOU FIRST. YOU ARE STILL MY FAVORITE!)

Thank you, Mrs. Sedoris Jordan Daniels!

Thursday, December 4th, 2014

 

Sou'wester, Winter 1979

Sou’wester, Winter 1979

In my blog and in my newspaper column, I have often sung the praises of the Sou’wester, the quarterly magazine issued by the Pacific County Historical Society since 1966. I have quoted liberally from its pages and made use of its photo archive. Today, I am excerpting an article in its entirety because… well, just because! It was submitted to the magazine by Sedoris Jordan Daniels and printed in the Winter 1979 issue. I love it!

 STORIES OF OLD OYSTERVILLE

Told by my Mother, Laura Belle Stevens Jordan (Mrs. Peter Jordan)

My parents, Gilbert and Elvira Stevens, operated the Stevens Hotel, boarding oystermen, many of whom worked for the Crellins. There were also summer boarders, among these the Pittock family of Oregonian fame, with their Negro maid. Father cut and chopped the wood for the hotel’s stoves, and at night ground the coffee in the coffee mill bought of the Hudson’s Bay Company, then went to the men’s sitting room where he smoked his Meerschaum pipe; no card playing was allowed here. But I am sure Mother never knew an idle moment, with the baking and cooking, and delivering babies for the neighbors! Father used to say to her: “Man’s work is from sun to sun, but woman’s work is never done.” How true, in her case.

Indians were hired to open and clean oysters and clams by the tubs full for the hotel in the summer. Evidently the “R” month rule was not observed in those days. Summer boarders wanted only fish, oysters and clams – never crabs, as I remember.

AJohn Crellin House with Stevens Hotel in Background, c. 1920

AJohn Crellin House with Stevens Hotel in Background, c. 1920

When my sister, Alice, was old enough, she helped with the cooking, while Ada and I waited on the tables. A never-ending task was candle making and after the lamps came into use, the constant trimming of wicks and polishing of glass chimneys. The many spool beds we used would be worth a small fortune today. In the fall, Ada and I would go to the Crellin store and search the sawdust in barrels which contained grapes shipped from California. The first organ in Oysterville created a sensation the day it arrived at the Stevens Hotel. There was bay bathing, but never in the ocean. Sailing captains brought dolls for we girls; once, to mother’s horror, one of these dolls, anatomically a boy, had to be destroyed immediately.

Going to school, we had to pass Indian huts, and often there was loud chanting and pounding on floor and roof with poles around a sick Indian; this frightened the children. In school there was singing, including one which began “The hunter winds his bugle horn”; and another was Indian: Kah, Kah close turn turn alee, Siah kopa klosha illahee.

Community activities included May Pole winding, and the Christmas tree at the church. During the early 1870’s, smallpox vaccine was brought to Oysterville, and people simply scratched arms, and vaccinated one another. The arrival of the WEEKLY OREGONIAN was eagerly anticipated, and the Indian wars were followed closely by the Stevens family; it is hard to realize the isolation of the Bay communities. The jewelry store was owned by a Mr. Hansen, a Dane. His wife’s sister, Adelia Casey, was always known at Delia Hansen. They came to Oysterville from the town of Grass Valley, in the Mother Lode country of California. Imagine the excitement while an Indian slave was hidden in a trunk in Andrew Wirt’s basement, after her master’s death when she was threatened with burial alive.

Oysterville Methodist Church (1872-1921) - First Church in Pacific County

Oysterville Methodist Church (1872-1921) – First Church in Pacific County

Summer brought the photographer, and pictures taken on the porch of the hotel with the head held steady by clamps. It also brought the peddler with yardage and other items in his wagon. Summer was a time which meant visits to the Browns in Tokeland, where their daughter, Lizzie, (later Mrs. Kindred) had named the cows for her girl friends, among them being Alice, Ada and Laura!

And always there were the stories of crossing the plains, such as the many wild horses (but never mentioning the buffalo, as others have done). When the Indians once rode upon the party, they were determined to take one of the girls, but father compromised, offering instead mother’s button bag. It was accepted by the Indians as a substitute!

Out of the Blue

Friday, November 28th, 2014
Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula

Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula

A few days ago, I received an email from Nancy Hall who volunteers at the Pacific County Historical Society’s museum in South Bend. She said she had been glancing through my Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula and was especially intrigued by the last story, “The Light Keeper’s Wife.”

The subject of the story is Mary Pesonen, wife of Alex, who served from 1898 to 1924 as the first keeper of the North Head Light at Cape Disappointment. Mary died under mysterious circumstances just six months before her husband was due to retire and now, almost a hundred years later is said to haunt the head keeper’s house.

Across the Cape D Isthmus

Across the Cape D Isthmus

When I wrote Mary’s story I was hard pressed to find much information about her. I felt myself extremely fortunate to be sent a photograph by one of the interpreters at the Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center that he said “might” show Mary and Alex. It’s a great photo taken in 1901 when the grounded Columbia River Lightship No. 50 was being hauled across Cape Disappointment Isthmus to Baker Bay. As it turned out, not only does that photo accompany my story, but was also chosen by the art director at History Press for use on the back cover.

Mary Pesonen With Her Brother

Mary Pesonen With Her Brother

But, as those things sometimes go, it was not many weeks after the book was published that the very same interpreter contacted me with new information. The couple was not the Pesonens at all! He had happened to see the same photo in Wayne O’Neil’s posthumously published Man and the Sea and “our Mary” had been identified by none other than the late Rod Williams as his maternal grandmother, Annie Warner King. I was glad to know the truth of the matter but very disappointed that we were still left with no image and very little information about “The Light Keeper’s Wife.”

And then, out of the blue, came the email from Nancy Hall! In it she said A.K., or Ikey as they referred to him, and his wife Soney were close friends of my grandparents and she attached photographs of them both, as well as copies of some of their correspondence! To say I am thrilled is the understatement of the year. I’m looking forward to meeting Nancy and learning more on December 10th when the museum is hosting a 2:00 p.m. Ghost Stories book-signing.  Perhaps other people with interesting ghost-related information will also be there to share their stories!