Had I been a lady in the late 1800’s, and my husband a gent of a lighthouse keeper, I would have been happy as a clam to have been stationed here.
This would be the view from our front porch.
This is how my house would look as I was gathering shells on the beach.
I would have loved my kitchen!
This is where I’d hang my bloomers to dry, while I heated up a big pot of clam chowder and cornbread biscuits.
After dinner, we’d retire to the sitting room where one of my children would play some easy listening, others would read or discuss good literature, and I’d probably knit some of those glove socks cause I like warm toes.
As the sun set we’d tuck the kids in their feather beds for the night.
I’d pop some popcorn the old-fashioned way and climb the spiral staircase to the top to help keep my fella awake and on task.
Unfortunate for the 19th century family who did live here, their stay was quite short. This lighthouse was decommissioned in 1874, just three years after it was built, because it had been replaced by a nearby lighthouse built on the rocky shore of Yaquina Head. Over the next century the lighthouse at Yaquina Bay fell into grim disrepair, until local Newport residents banded together in 1970 to beautifully restore the lighthouse and open it to the public. Thanks you fine Newport residents, I sure enjoyed my visit/daydream!