We gathered here to celebrate the lives of my cousin Linda Bartlett and my father Lendall Haskell. The memorials had been delayed for two years by the pandemic, but friends and relatives made it to this little corner of Maine in August of 2021.
Sitting on the edge of the Atlantic since 1927, the lighthouse and keeper’s quarters are quintessential New England architecture.
Some of my favorite memories are of playing in these tidepools with my sister while our father painted.
My parents have been coming here since before I was around. Going through boxes of old photos, we found evidence of dad capturing his vision of the rocks and surf while mom looked on. This was sometime in the late 1950’s.
One of dad’s watercolors captures the power of the waves meeting the rocks.
The shoreline hasn’t changed much in seventy years.
Dropping off quickly, the water runs deep right up to the rocky shoreline.
Bandit was pulling in lobster traps just off the rocks.
With the fog lifted, the lighthouse and bell stand out against the blue sky.
A big counterweight powers the clockwork mechanism sounding the bell in foggy weather.
A closer look at the bell building. The white weight tower is one of few remaining in the world.
One last look as the lighthouse receded back into the fog.
Today’s post is dedicated to two souls that loved Pemaquid and cared deeply for the natural world;
Linda Bartlett
and Lendall Haskell
