Loading ...A High-Flying Christmas
The light went out long ago at Seamond Ponsart Roberts’ lighthouse home on Cuttyhunk Island, but memories of her childhood Christmases still sparkle. Like other children of lighthouse keepers sprinkled around remote Cape and Island outposts in the 1940s, she grew up without running water, electricity, or neighbors. She describes the keeper’s house at the west end of the island as “the end of the world,” a place where “visitors were very, very welcome.” Beginning every October, she scanned the sky for the red plane bearing the most welcome visitor ...
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Great story about the Flying Santa and my dear friend Seamond. I love the note written by her father; how dear it must be to her. I climbed the stairs up to the light at the West Chop Lighthouse back in the 1940′s/1950′s and had a sleep over at her house. I remember the fog horn going all night and thought I’d never get to sleep but Seamond said you just get used to it and I did! Ruth Bergstrom