Sometimes in life opportunities are presented, or we follow our gut feelings and things just happen to come together. I was at a family gathering and was excited about writing this book of lighthouse stories when my brother in law, who happens to live a couple of hours away in New Hampshire’s White Mountains, approached me and told me that he had an employee whose father was one of the last surviving lighthouse keepers in New England, Paul Baptiste. What was even more astounding is that he lived with his wife Helen about a half hour down the New Hampshire coast from where I live. I thought to myself “What are the odds of this particular situation?” I was very excited to be invited to this extraordinary person’s home with his wife and even talk with some of his children. Paul Baptiste is one of the few remaining lighthouse keepers of his era. He and Helen have lived in various lighthouses and lifesaving stations with their family through most of New England’s states in the late 1940’s through 1950’s.
In 1951, Paul was keeper for Baker’s Island lighthouse in Boston Harbor with Helen and their five children, and although they loved life on Baker’s Island, they decided to look for a lighthouse area that had a schoolhouse nearby for their growing family. A keeper at Maine’s Monhegan Island lighthouse, where there was also a one-room schoolhouse, had just decided to quit his position and Paul asked for and received the new post. Monhegan Island is located 11 miles from the Maine shore. Not knowing what to expect, the family packed up and headed up the quiet coastline, out to the end of one of Maine’s tranquil peninsulas and took a ferry from Port Clyde out to the island. When they arrived they found, unlike Baker’s Island light, where only residents came there in the summer, a rather large beautiful isolated island where the islanders stayed year round. The one-room schoolhouse still exists today.
Upon meeting the local islanders, they found the inhabitants were very resistant to any changes and were very particular in maintaining life on the island as it been for many years previously. One week, Paul was given orders to paint the lighthouse lantern room red and the rails green. A few days after he completed preparing and painting the structure, an elderly islander told him he couldn’t paint the lighthouse any color but traditional black. Paul said he was only following orders as he was told by his commander to complete the task. A few days later, Paul’s commander left a communication to paint the lantern and rails black. Apparently the islander had some pull with the commander.
On Monhegan Island, the year round islanders needed to conserve water as often as possible, leaving little water for showers. The water stored was used mainly for drinking especially during the winter months. When the Baptiste family first arrived, one of the lobstermen commented to them, “Don’t take showers all winter” and explained the reasoning. The family spent the winter in their warmest clothes as New England’s cold and freezing weather descended on the island. They obliged their local neighbors and would wait until spring before they could take any showers. When the weather improved, Paul would perform carpentry on the side to make some extra income. Although life was quite different in that they were among the islanders year round, they became quite fond of their neighbors, and their neighbors in turn appreciated the new lighthouse family.
The family developed a deep appreciation and respect for the Maine lobstermen in the Monhegan region. Here there were one of the richest lobster beds in the world and by law they were allowed to catch the treasured prizes from one minute after midnight on December 31, until midnight on June 30 each year. They were a very tight group of hard workers who would always watch out for another. They were unselfish in that if one lobsterman couldn’t go out due to severe illness, the other lobstermen would get the word out and would not go out as well. It was a strict code of honor that still endures today
Paul’s daily duties at Monhegan Island light involved tending to the incandescent oil and vapor light known as an IOV. He would be able to stand inside the huge second order Fresnel lens and would polish the numerous glass prisms. He would fill up the oil tank and wind up the weights, which rotated on solid brass wheels that he had to routinely replace.
In the early 1950’s, the entire island was using kerosene for illumination and there was no electricity. Paul had a generator at the lighthouse, which was only used to pump water to the building. He asked for asked for and was granted permission to use the generator for electricity for the first floor of the keeper’s house. He was able to complete the job, which cast a very bright light from the room. The locals saw this new brighter illumination coming from the lighthouse keeper’s quarters and asked him what kind of light he was using. He simply replied that he as using a special type of lamp.
In 1952, Paul, who had now been using the generator for electricity, bought and installed the first TV on the island. He then installed an antenna on top of the roof, which annoyed some of his local neighbors. He pointed the antennae out towards the sea and was able to pick up stations from as far away as North Carolina. Some of the locals asked him what was on his roof as they probably felt it was disturbing the scenery. He told them he had a TV and they responded in amazement, “You have a TV?” He became quite popular as many locals stopped in to see what was on the new black box.
The Baptiste’s kept their car parked by the keeper’s house at Marshall Point light on the mainland at Port Clyde and were close to the families that stayed there. They would have a willing replacement brought in to watch and tend Monhegan light, as they would take the ferry to Port Clyde to pick up supplies or visit. Sometimes they would miss the ferry and enjoy an overnight stay at the keeper’s house at Marshall Point light. Their favorite replacement would sometimes even call and say, “Hey do you need to go to the mainland?” so he could go out and enjoy sightseeing at Monhegan. It was a win-win situation for all.
School life for the children in the one room schoolhouse was quite different than for most of us when we grew up. If the teacher didn’t feel like coming to class, he would just close the school for the day. Sometimes, during recess the children would go out back and sit on a large flat rock, watch the waves surround them, and sometimes would get drenched during high tide. One of Paul and Helen’s eldest sons remembers playing with a young boy who would come to the island for a awhile in the one room schoolhouse in summer, play with them all over the island, then would return to his home in New York. That child, James Barstol, is currently the owner of the Monhegan Boat line that makes daily trips to Monhegan Island during the fair weather months and tourist season. The one room schoolhouse was not only used to educate the children, it was also used to host dances for everyone.
Years before the Baptiste family arrived on Monhegan Island, the tugboat Sheridan got caught in a storm and washed up on the rocky beach. The tug wreck was one of the favorite places for all the kids to play. The tug is still wrecked on the shore today and is known as one of the many attractions on this beautiful rocky Island. Next to Monhegan island is a tiny island called Manana Island that housed a fog signal for many years. There was a long ramp leading down to the shore where the kids during the winter months would use the boating rail as a bobsled to sail down the steep incline onto the bottom.
Monhegan Island has been a community for artists for centuries and still is. Near the bottom of the hill from the lighthouse, Paul saw this dead tree and decided to cut it down. He brought two of his sons to help him as he succeeded in removing the annoying site from his lighthouse. The next day, two men approached him in tears. Fearing something was wrong he asked why they were so upset. They replied that someone had cut down their tree. He responded he was the guilty person as they remarked that they had been spending many hours painting the dead tree as part of the scenery.
Their flying Santa friend, Edward Rowe Snow, would still attempt to drop packages at Monhegan Island during the holiday season. Most of the time due to the lighthouse’s location, he missed his mark and the locals picked up the presents instead to bring to the family. They had also met a famous lighthouse keeper’s wife Connie Small. They had a special appreciation for her as she was stationed on lighthouses that were on isolated tiny “rock islands” as opposed to their stations where they had plenty of land to explore and play.
The Baptiste family stayed on Monehgan Island until 1953. Tourists would visit the island and the lighthouse from Memorial Day weekend until Columbus Day weekend then most of the island would again belong to the islanders. Islanders called these people “day-trippers”. Many years later, one of the elder sons, now a middle aged adult, came back to visit the lighthouse he had grown up in. He happened to visit one of the few local stores when he heard one of the locals refer to him in a tired negative tone as a “day-tripper”. Upon hearing the comment, the son decided to correct the elder lobsterman in commenting that he was one of keeper Paul Baptiste’s sons who had grown up in the lighthouse. Upon hearing the news the atmosphere quickly changed to a hero’s welcome with everyone in the building welcoming him home.
A few years ago, Paul and Helen went to tour Portsmouth Harbor lighthouse in New Hampshire with the Friends of Portsmouth Harbor light. There he was quoted as saying “Those were the good old days. You’re living at home 24 hours a day, seven days week, raising your family, taking care of the lighthouse,” Paul’s character embodies how we should view those who serve in the Coast Guard and in all branches or our military today; the love of country and the unselfish duty of helping out their fellow man, and dedication to family. Thank you for your service. Helen, who recently passed away about a year ago embodies the love and dedication of a woman for her husband and her loving children. Both Paul and Helen always made decisions on what was best for their family. My favorite example involves Paul and Helen’s choice to go to Baker’s Island lighthouse instead of having the opportunity to be at the prestigious Boston lighthouse because there was more land for the kids to play in and it was fenced in for safety. They allowed me to take this special photo of just enjoying each other’s company. It was such a pleasure to be allowed in their home to tell some of their stories.
If you ever get a chance to visit this remote island, you’ll find not much has changed since Paul Baptiste and his family had lived there. There are no paved roads and only a few cars are used that are owned by the inns. You’ll still find the tugboat shipwreck his kids played around, and as an artist community in the summer months, you’ll find all kinds of artwork at various homes. It’s like going to someone’s house to purchase their wares. Trails lead all around the island with cliffs towering 130 feet over the water’s edge. It’s breathtaking scenery. You can take daily boats out of Port Clyde and there are trips out of Stonington to get to the island.
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