We lived on the lighthouse for 3 years at the end of WWII. My father was assistant keeper to Wilfred Covey and we shared the house which was a duplex. We had no electricity but had a telephone to report emergency's
I was only 5 when we left the light but I still have few stark memories. A fishing boat had foundered in rough seas and the crew had been rescued. The next morning I went down to the shore with my mother and we watched as a 2x6 chunk of wood from the boat washed ashore with the boat's alarm clock just sitting on it.