Aug. 20, 2008 - History behind the story

History Behind the Story :

     The last 20 posts I have written tell the story of a young woman and her god-children who keep a Light House in the year 1928. The inspiration came from the title actually; Journey to the Sea. I was just thinking one day what a cool title it would make for a book. I then unraveled the story's plot around the name. I love to write about bygone days, so 1928 fit well.

   I want to say that I did do reserch, there probably are a few inaccuracies so bare with my there. I did include lots of facts though. Light House Bureau's really did provided food for keepers and ghost stories common referrenced to Light House properties. Also, coast L.H's were often very desolate, as illstarted by Blue Rock. Although my L.H is fictional, it is based on certain real towers positioned on the Rhode Island coast.

    Rescues were common as well. I thought it only fair to include one in my story.

     In case you are not familiar with the poem, The Lady of Shallot, that is what I reffered to in Susanna Holter's death-note. It talks about a lady in King Aurther's kingdom who died in a boat as it floated down a river. This poem is a reknowned verse, so look it up and read it!

    A Fresnal Lens is the real deal. It really made the light strobe. As for the actual lamp, in 1928 a Light Bulb could have been used, but I figured a Kerosen Lamp would be more appropriate for a spooky tower.

      I spent lots of time thinking over the plot in this story-and I hope people enjoy the love story that is intwined between Mildred and Rob. The 'clencher' to the story happens in the Epolague, so read that please as  well.

   Also, faith in God is a key principal in the Journey Mildred, Sophie and Patrick have to undertake. I wanted to glorify Him through this.

           I Love you guys! The Journey is over, so farewell!  I will resume regular posts soon!

BYE!

~Lexi

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Aug. 10, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 20---Epiloque

       News about the rescue at Blue Rock Light house spread quickly all over Rhode Island. Sea ports, towns, villages and farms, all heard the wonderous tale about a young woman named Mildred Kingston who saved a whole ship of people. Soon the newspapers picked up the story and her tale became even more famous. Folks from all over New England came to tour the Light House that was once considered haunted.
    As time wore on and winter set in, the publicity faded but the ghost stories didn't reappear. Towns folk had a new oppinion of Blue Rock and that wasn't going to change.

    Recognition from the Light House Bureau was also tremendous. Glen Woods held a huge ceremony in honor of Mildred, Patrick, Sophie and Rob! He couldn't think any better of them after they had rescued survivors from a sinking vessel. The old man was estatic and made a sentimental speech on the day of the party. He said, "We want to thank Mildred Kingston and her friends here, for their service and dedication to the state of Rhode Island. I have had the pleasure to get close to them, and I must say they are an outstanding group! So with this in mind, the Bureau and I, Glen Woods, would like to present them with a brand-new automobile from Ford!" Huge applause erupted from the crowd gathered as an automobile came driving up! Mildred nearly collapsed in happiness. "This is too much Glen!" She cried, tears swelling in her eyes. "You deserve it!" said a voice in back of her. Mildred swirled around to see Dr. Rob Denker wearing a broad grin. "You're amazing Millie Kingston!" He said softly. Mildred let out a laugh. "We're both amazing, Rob Denker!"

    It does not need to be said that Rob and Mildred were married soon after. As a wedding present, Mildred gave Rob her painted walnut box that she saved from the rubble the day her shop burned down. In return, Rob built a show case for it, and the box was displayed proudly all their years together.
    Since Mildred was Sophie and Patrick's legal gaurdian, Rob thought it only right to sign the paperwork and adopt them as his own children too. A merrier family was never seen.
    Rob and Mildred lived at Blue Rock Light house for the rest of their lives. True to her bet, after four years, Rob's Aunt Berniece came for a visit. She returned many times more after she married Glen Woods. Berniece finally got her wish for a baby when Mildred and Rob had a little girl, and appointed Berniece  as god-mother. Glen was christined god-father as well.
    After a time, Susanna Holter's skeleton was lifted out of the pool, and given a proper burial in the city's cemetary. Just like the ghost stories, she finally rested in peace after 60 years.
    All in all, Mildred and Rob were married 55 years until his death at 79 years of age. Mildred continued to live at the Light House the rest of her days, and eventually wrote a book called, Journey to the sea.

    Sophie grew up to be a school teacher and eventually returned to India as a missionary. She married Rob's younger brother as well. However, even when she moved far away, she never forgot Mildred and the Light House. The times spent at Blue Rock were always her fondest memories!

    Patrick became an Engenier in the Army and a father of 8 children. At night, he would always tell his children his favorite stories about Blue Rock. His children always preferred a certain story about the days following Mildred and Rob's union. The story went that Sophie and Patrick were out in the meadows one day, when Sophie let out a wild scream and ran to the cottage. When Patrick glanced to the ground, he found a dead mouse, covered in white paint! This of course corresponded to the other story where Patrick had sworn that he'd seen a little body in the paint can when he was white-washing the cottage. Sophie never believed him, until she came upon the little, paint-covered rodent!
      Patrick too never forgot Mildred and his coastal home. He would always make journey's to the sea with his wife and kids during the summer. Sophie always tried to make it at the same time, so family reunions ocurred often.
  
     Perhaps if you, dear reader, ever take the time, you too can go to the Rhode Island coast. If you are lucky, you might just get to see Blue Rock Light House, and hear for yourself the sounds of the coast. Then, you too, will get to experience : The Journey to the Sea.

   
   
   

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Aug. 9, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 19

   Darkness surrounded Mildred Kingston as she bid farewell to her life. Dizzy, she felt herself slipping off the grassy, coast edge, toward the rocky shore below. Again she remembered the old ghost story about the first light House keeper who had fallen of the ledge and died on the jagged stones that Mildred was now fallen towards herself. It was 1928, Mildred had two god-children to look after, and a promise to fulfill for the Light House Bureau. All of that was slipping from the young woman's grasp. Or so she thought.

    She glanced up, and gazed at the clouded beam gleaming from the tower. It's so misty, no ship out at sea could possibly see that light! Only by ringing the fog-bell could I have hoped to warn off any vessel! But I fell trying to reach it and here I am...falling to my death! The 28 year old closed her eyes and prepared for the aganizing landing she would meet with when her flesh touched the rocks. She waited. And waited. What's going on? She thought wildly. Am I already in heaven? All at once she forced her eyelids open and glanced upwards. It was dark and big fat rain drops began to spew from the sky. Confused, and nervous, Mildred glanced down, she was a few feet from the rocks! Then everything made sense!
    "Aunt Millie, we got you!" shouted Patrick and Sophie. Squinting in the rain, Mildred percieved her god-children up above her! The pair was clinging on to one of her hands...and Rob Denker was grasping onto her other! "Rob!" Mildred cried. "I love you! I was a fool to not see it before!" She gasped as her limp body was hauled over the ledge and onto the muddy grass. Rob embraced her. "I love you to Mildred. But nows not the time!" He glanced franticly to 16 year old Patrick. "Hurry, ring the bell, it may not be too late to warn off ships!" He cried this in such panic, that the boy immediatly rushed toward the bell stand. Rob, meanwhile was holding Mildred in his hands. She was shaking and dripping wet. "Go Patrick." She yelled, gasping. Her hands cling to Rob. "Where did Sophie go?" She whispered. Just then...it happened. Patrick rung the bell, but was too late. At that same instant they heard a loud thundering boom from the waves. Everyone turned and could make out a dark figure, sinking into the crashing tides. Mildred let out a shriek. "A ship has crashed out on the waves! We have to find Sophie and see if we can help!" She tried to edge away from Rob's grasp but he held her firm and replied despondently, "It's too late Millie. Those people on the ship are gone." He shook his head and began to steer Mildred toward the cottage. "Well we still have to find Sophie!" Mildred retorted, standing her ground. She let out a wild shriek. "Sophie! Where are you!" Tense, the young woman waited. Would Sophie be O.K? Would she answer the call?
     In a moment a call came from the rocky shore! "Aunt Mildred!" Joyful, Mildred could make out that it was her god-daughter's voice calling! "Come down carefully...and bring our sail boat!" The voice continued. "There are survivors from the ship!" Mildred was stunned! Sophie was near those waves! She could get hurt. Frightened, but resolved to trust her god-daughter, Mildred led a repentive Rob to fetch their sail boat. Slowly they made their way down the grassy edge toward the shore carring the wooden boat over their heads. It wasn't easy. After all this was the area Mildred had almost died on! But, both young adults had made the ardious climb down a few times before, and knew where to step. At last they found Sophie with a soaked man at her feet. She was tending him. "He says there are survivors out there! We must get them back to land...fast. This man is the captain and says some of his crew can swim, but most other's can't. We have to hurry!" The young girl spoke with entusiasm and urgency and Rob, like a father to her, couldn't help giving her a quick hug. "Way to go pumpkin!" He smiled! Mildred nodded. Even in crisises like this one, it comforted her to see Rob so kind to her charges. Eventually, though, the drenched captain reminded them of the matter at hand. Immediately, Rob decided to go and fetch the passengers. Mildred objected. Leaning in she murmmered, "Remember! To clear this property of it's ghost stories, we have to prove ourselves to the town folks! Since I repeated the incident from one of the tales, I've got to make up for it double and show that good things can come from this place! Think, if I can save all these folks, a new oppinion of this Light House might be formed by the public. Besides, your the one who said I needed to save someone!" Mildred smiled in the dark at Rob. Even without being able to see it, Rob knew she was grinning. He grasped her shoulders and bent down, giving her a kiss! Mildred's heart flopped. "I thought you didn't like the whole idea of clearing the name of this Light House? I thought you hated me for trying to restore it! Why the change?" He whispered. "Because" Mildred replied. "I see a great future for us here at Blue Rock. And I want it!"
   Rob helped her in and immediately Mildred set out in her sail-boat. Bitter winds mixed with icy rains pounded on her body. Her hair was splattered on her face and her clothes hung limp. She pushed the oars with all the strength in her muscles. Her lungs pumped faster, trying to keep up with their owner's vigor. When she finally spotted a stranded person, her attitude turned from determination, to kindness. She loaded as many people as possible into the craft, and next threw out long ropes fastened to the boat for more people to cling onto. Going back to the shore was even more challenging. How will I get the strength to move such a heavy boat! Then she remembered God. God, I pray you give me strength to rescue these people and strength to continue this new life at the Light House.  If I don't have respect from the towns-folk, I don't think I'll be able to stay here. But, if I can prove that there are no ghosts here, just reasonable explanations for a few spooky events, then I can live here with the trust of the people. God please give the me strength! And with help from her God, Mildred made it safe back to shore. She never felt more alive!

    The night continued with more success! All the crewman, officers, passengers and a dog, were rescued and brought in doors.  It was very cramped, but everyone was thankful for the shelter, and many didn't mind going to the tower and camping on the various stories in there. Taking turns, Mildred and Rob rung the bell and cared for the injured, running constantly from cottage to bell to tower. A few fellows had deep wounds, but since Rob was a doctor, they were in no danger of dying. When dawn broke, so did the tempest. Everyone, even the people from the wreck, joined in a breakfast of thanksgiving. Sophie and Patrick passed around hot cider and warm rolls. Quiet, but relived, all the voyagers smiled and praised Mildred. But she just shook her head and pointed to the sky. "God did everything." She replied. Rob nodded and raised his cup of cider and cried. "To God! His protection lasts forever!" Everyone else, even the rough sailors, echoed, "Amen!" Sophie giggled and hugged her god-mother. "Aunt Millie, this is certainly a turning point for Blue Rock Light House." Mildred grinned. "Indeed my dear, Indeed!"

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Aug. 5, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 18

   Farmer Billington headed straight for town, and true to his promise, dropped Mildred, Patrick and Sophie off directly at Dr. Rob Denker's office. Mildred paid the cheery man and bid farewelll.
    Sophie was the first to run ahead and tap the knocker that read. Dr. Denker's Office. Smiling, Patrick followed and added to the knock his farmiliar whistle. 28 year old Mildred stayed in rear, hopping the visit would run smoothly after the terrible fight she and Rob had had during their last meeting. Dear Lord I pray we can forgive and forget. Help everything be alright. She sqeezed her eyes tight and drew a breathe. Swiftly, the door opened and Rob appeared. "My gracious what in the world..." He stared in wonderment at Sophie and Patrick, then his eyes rested on Mildred for a second, a differnt expression coming over his face. "Come in." He requested with a soft smile. Quaking, Mildred's heart crashed to the floor of her stomache. I should have never come! She thought.
    All three were seated in front of Rob in his examination room. Silence. Pulling himself out of deep thought, Rob quickly beamed an engaging smile at 15 year old Sophie and 16 year old Patrick. "Could I have a moment alone with your god-mother?" He asked charmingly. Seemingly-thrilled, both youths grinned and went to the hall. Once the door shut, Rob turned to Mildred. "I am so terribly sorry Millie..." he shook his head and placed a hand on his forehead. "I can't explain how foolish I feel for not being sensitive to your concerns..." He raised his head and glanced at Mildred. She shook within. He wasn't mad! "Rob, really...I'm the one who should apolog-" She was silenced as Rob leaned toward her and touched her hand. Her heart did a belly-flop. "Let's just forget it. Everything's over." Stroking Mildred's hand, he whispered, "Mildred...I've never told you this but-" he was cut off by Mildred taking her hand from his grasp. "Please, Rob, not now. Let's take Sophie and Pat somewhere. They need a nice day." She sounded resolved and Rob took the hint, a little dejected.
    Forgiven, Mildred and Rob took the two adolesences for a snack at a tea-room and to the candy-shop. Being in town as always excited the two, for it was a rare treat. Although laughter abounded and smiles were numerous, Mildred and Rob kept their distance. There friendship felt awkward. Patrick didn't notice, but Sophie did. She wondered what was going on, but had no chance to find out because the day's activities soon blocked out those thoughts. Soon, though, the day drifted into evening, and with it, the sun-shine into gray clouds. Rob became concerned, as did Mildred. Awkwardly he pulled her aside and said, "I think that you should get back to 'man' the light House. A storm is coming, I can feel it Millie!" He glanced to the sky.  Worry-lines creased his face. "Rob, I turned the beam on early this morning. But do you think I might have to ring the fog-bell?" She returned his worried-look and stared at him for advise. Rob was pleased at this, and answered. "I think the mist will set in. If it does, the tower-lamp won't be able to warn ships away, only the ring from the fog bell will be able to penetrate through those clouds! We need to go...soon! Your being there to ring the bell might be the only warnning some ships will have to avoid crashing on the shores!" Mildred agreed readily and soon everyone piled in Rob's automobile. After stopping at the harbor to fetch the boat they set off for the coast, more than a half hours drive away. On the way there, Mildred explained how the three had traveled along  the coast  by boat to see him. "That was smart using that skeleton's boat Mildred," The Dr. stated. They all remembered vividly the day they found a 60 year old skeleton floating in a boat in a small outlet from the sea. "Thanks Rob. I'm glad it all worked out. And thanks also for driving us back to the Light House and for strapping the boat to you car." Rob nodded at Mildred's gratefulness. He felt glad she was back in his life. And secretly she felt glad he was back in hers.

    Back at the Light House, the weather grew worse by the minute. Rob soon decided he should stay over-night and sleep in Patrick's room with him. He wanted to help Mildred through the storm. She was touched by this caring thought, but did not show it. She was confused by her feelings for him, but greatful at the same time for his friendship. However, she didn't know where to draw the line between friendship and something deeper.
    The evening deepened into a night blured with cloudy fog. Mildred was frightened. At eight-thirty, she announced she would ring the fog-bell. Rob knew better than to offer himself. So he waited inside.
    Blinded, Mildred headed into the direction of the bell. Her mind flew to the story of the first Light House keeper at Blue Rock who had slipped and died on a night much like this one. Moving speedy, but carefully, she could just make out the bell stand. Just a few more steps- She thought eagerly. Then it happened. A scream burst through the night, Mildred wandered who had made it, then in astonishment, realized it was made by her own voice! All at once her body slipped off the famous grassy edge toward the rocky shore, just like the keeper from the ghost-story! Mildred sent up a prayer. God, I love you! Please keep Pat and Sophie safe when 'Im dead!  With that she prepared to die.
   

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Aug. 3, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 17

    Ten-thirty a.m struck, and Mildred, Sophie and Patrick were making the final preperations for their sea-adventure. The Light House lamp was lite early, just in case they didn't make it back before night fall. Mildred packed several extra coats and a spare dress for herself and Sophie. Patrick put on his thickest pair of rubber boots, and attached a piece of string to his glasses so if they were torn of his nose, they wouldn't fall into the sea.
    Eager to set off before noon, Patrick gathered up the lunch basket again, and called for his god-mother and sister to come out of their room. Impatient when they failed to open the door, he knocked on it rapidly. "Come on! Aunt Millie-let us go now-" he fell back instantly in shock as the door swung open. Both Mildred and Sophie wore pants! His sister grinned at his face. "Aunt Millie bought us trousers in town last time we went there. We never told you 'cause we wanted to see your face...just like now!" She giggled. Mildred beamed. "Close your mouth Patrick, it's 1928, come on!" She smiled playfully and led the way out the door.
    The prediction made by Mildred earlier that morning, proved to still be correct. The October winds were gone, and the over-cast sky now blue and cloudless. It seemed that as soon as Mildred decided to make-up with the Dr.,the weather realized it was time to change the backdrop from gloom, to bloom. Still though, a cool breeze blew, and anyone could tell it wasn't spring, the meadows were still brown and dry.

    Once at the alcove where the pool lay, the fearless trio hopped aboard the boat with glee. Patrick beamed as he uncovered two pairs of oars hidden in the bottom. 'Now we must remember," Mildred spoke up, "that this boat was home to a skeleton for 60 years. Things could get a little rough out on the sea. I plan to stay close to the shore, just in case this craft chooses to give out, and it may." She wore a stern expression, but excitement was hidden inside her heart. "The existing course is to paddle up the coast to a harbor and than hirer a cab or wagon to take us to town. I understand the nearest bay is not three or four miles, so we should make in only a few hours. We'll miss lunch for sure though-so I'm glad you two packed lunch!" Mildred resumed her bubbly-self after the brief lecture. All three were glad the horrifing skeleton had been tossed overboard and that they now had a means to transport themselves about the coast. Bless Mr. Woods but he never asked the Light House  Bureau to buy us a automobile! Thought Sophie just before take-off.

    Patrick and Mildred took positions in the small sail-boat as 'rowers' while Sophie studied a faded map they had brought from the keeper's cottage. The boat seemed to hold and the ride went smoothly for a time. The beautiful landscape made all three quiet and contemplative, especially Mildred. Thoughtfully she remembered her friendship with Dr. Rob Denker; He had been so kind to her, and she had messed it up! I hope he'll pleased when I come to apologize. She yearned. Hidden within her heart was a special reason for coming to town, a new feeling that she had only just confirmed early that morning when the telegraph arrived. She pondered all these things.

    Creeeeeeeek-scrap!  Patrick lurched forward all at once as the boat hit a sand-bank. "Jeez! What just happened?" Frustrated, he steadied himself and looked about as the swift-craft halted. Mildred carefully stood up and bent over the side. Flowing a bit faster, the sea-breeze spun about her as she examined the damage. Sophie, who had dozed, came to and glanced about to see where they were; 60 feet from the gassy, Rhode Island shore. Mildred arose from her examination and yawned sleepily. "Rowing makes one very tired!" She stretched herself, careful to not upset the balanced boat. "What happened Aunt Millie?" Sophie asked with a sigh. Even though they were stuck, the waves still toyed gently with the boat, and the breeze swung delightfully about them. No one seemed worried except Patrick. He stared at his god-mother expectantly. She just smiled. "Oh, we hit a sand-bar, no damage though. As soon as the morning tide come in, we'll be free." She relaxed and sat back down. Patrick nearly went over-board in surprise. "We'll have to stay over-night!" He wailed and clutched his head with both hands. Sophie and Mildred glanced at each other, amused. Mildred's eyes twinkled. Not understanding, Patrick cock'd his head at his reclining god-mother. She laughed merrily, "Oh Patrick! I love that face! I'm just playing with you-we don't have to stay over night!" She bent down and pulled up the pack containing their spare clothes,  momentarily she produced a good-sized rope.  "Come on you two!  Let's wade!"
    Rolling up their pants and stepping into their rubber boots, Mildred and Sophie sprang into the chilly salt-water. Firmly attaching the rope to the boat, they started to tug the boat off the sand-bar. Unable to, Patrick joined in the tow and after a while it was freed.
    Piling into the sail-ship,Mildred deligently cleared the band-bar and maneuvered to a clam section of water. "We'll eat here, the boat shouldn't drift too much." Sophie nodded and unpacked the food. "Let's eat fast! i want to see Rob!" Urged Patrick. "O.K, come on Sophie, eat quickly!" Mildred laughed. "I think the only thing you two forgot to pack was napkins! Sophie you have crumbs all over your mouth!"

    By two on the afternoon, the harbor was reached and the a cart-wagon hired to take them into town. "Mr. Glen has been very prompt on paying us, so we have enough to store the sail-boat in a small dock-house." Mildred announced. "I'm so glad it lasted all the way here...and after 60 years too!" Patrick nodded in agreement. "Such a fete for a little piece of wood!" He exclaimed. Sophie frowned at him. "It's not just a piece of wood! It is the Blue Rock Light House's official sail-boat!" She nodded firmly and Mildred chuckled. "All righty then! Let's go store our prescous sail-boat!"
    The fare was paid and the cart-wagon was hitched up to an old-farm hourse. Farmer Jed Billington owned the cart and explained that he came to the harbors and towns every month to sell his produce.  "And I happ'n to know of that Dr. fr'nd of your's Miss Kingston." The man said. "So I'll take you to his office!" Mildred nodded and thanked the man  with a smile.

    Mildred couldn't wait to see Rob, but she was also scared. What was she scarred about? It was only the Dr.! Her heart pounded and her hands began to sweat. Can we ever be friends after what I did? She wondered.

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Aug. 2, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 16

       Speechless, Mildred performed her Light House duties automaticlly for many days, but felt nothing but regret. Worried, Sophie and Patrick could not comfort her. Remembering how aweful she had treated Dr. Rob Denker, was like an infected wound that hurt more and more as long as it was left untreated. The sun seemed to shine a little less bright, and the days dragged on like uncomfortable dreams for the young woman. She had grown used to, and fond of, the visits from Rob, and even when Mr. Woods visited, she wasn't comforted.
    Sophie soon found that her god-mother forgot certain tasks and moved like a zombie, through the days without emotion. Patrick, who had become more like a man since they'd met Rob, began to feel fear again. His awkwardness reappeared in his conduct. Discouraged, Sophie waited for the Dr. to come back, like he said he would. Days dragged on, weeks began to form into months, but no doctor arrived. Fate seemed to frown on Blue Rock Light House.

    Bitter September winds swirled around the coast like small tornado's, ripping the lanky, meadow grass into the air. Strolls along the country-side could no longer be managed. Fall began withering the remaining greenery and when October arrived, the picturesque landscape was a brown wasteland.
    Early in October, on a bleak day, Sophie awoke in the quaint bed she shared with her god-mother, to find Mildred's place bare, but still warm. She must have gone to the kitchen. I'll help her fix toast and tea, it's going to be cold today! Sophie kicked her feet into the air and slid from her coverlet onto the hard, wood floor. Pitter-patter, tap-tap, pitter-patter went Sophie's feet as she hurried down the hall and through the comfortable parlor, into the kitchen, anxious to sip a steamy drink. Skidding to a halt, in front of the rustic table, Sophie gasped. Mildred wasn't there. "Patrick! Get up! Aunt Millie's gone!" She screamed with the full force of her lungs. The boy aroused in an instant. Normally he wouldn't have felt nervous about such a thing, but Mildred hadn't been herself lately, and panic struck his heart. "No! where could she be?" Patrick was pulling on his trousers as he reached his sister. "Well, Pat, she isn't in our room, your room, the parlor or in here, she must be in the tower!" Sophie finished the sentence and dashed to the door, Patrick was at her heels. Both felt shivers crawling up their spines as their bare feet swept across the lawn, icy winds whipping against their faces. Upon reaching the Light House, their pace only quickened, and up the stairs they flew. Astounded, they reached the top, the glass-walled room was empty! Patrick dashed onto the deck, connected to this top room. It had been recently restored, so there as no danger of falling through like Mildred had a few months before. Leaning over the rail, he scanned the area. "Aunt Mildred! Where have you gone!?!" Patrick directed his call towards the meadows, and imagined the words racing along with the breeze, hoping they reached his 'aunt's' ears. Sophie joined him and repeated the yell. Nothing. The youths turned to each other with wide-eyes, after a moment they focused back to the scenery and let forth all manner of calls, hoots, screams, shouts and yells, until, fifteen minutes passed and their voices gave out. Downhearted, Sophie motioned that they should go back down to the cottage.
    After sipping hot tea, the pair decided to continue the search. "I have only one idea of where she'd be." Sophie said softly, finding that her voice had returned. Patrick nodded. "I think I can guess where you're thinking of." He whispered. Locking eyes, the brother and sister agreed in unison, "Aunt Millie's at the pool!" Remembering the small pool, connected to the Atlantic Ocean, not far from the meadow, brought back a taste of that unpleasent day when Mildred had snapped at Rob, breaking the ties of friendship. "Sophie, you have to know that if we go back there, that skeleton of Mrs. Holter, laying in the boat, will surely still be afloat. Do you think Aunt Millie would...ah...injure herself like that lady did 60 years ago?" Patrick shuddered as he spoke. Both were well aware that Mrs. Holter had committed suicide after queer events at the Light House. Sophie understood exactly what her brother meant when he asked if Mildred had 'injured' herself. After a pause she shook her head. "Aunt Mildred would NEVER kill herself Patrick. She knows that we depend on her. But I know that she HAS GONE to that pond, and I'll go nuts if we don't find out why! Let's go!" Patrick nodded firmly. The children packed a basket with bread, cheese and cold ham, just in case the trip took longer than expected. After wrapping up in scarves, felt hats, and long trench coats, the children set out, determined to find their god-mother.
    Treking across the brown meadows, and fighting against the winds tired both boy and girl, but finally, within half an hour, they had made their way down a steep slope, and onto the shore. They steered clear of the ledge that had crumbled beneath them on the first venture to the pool-side. From where the were now, the pond lay a hundred paces forward. Running with every ounce of perserverence, both youths reached the edge. Bewildered, they watched their Aunt, having waded knee-deep into the depths, her back turned against them, as she over-turned the old boat, and let the skeleton drop deep into the water around her!
    Both Sophie and Patrick let out terrified screams. Sophie began to fear she had been wrong about what she had told Patrick, was Mildred going to hurt herself?
    Surprised, the young god-mother whirled around. Her face held a broad smile! "Ah-ha! You caught me fixing up a surprise!" Mildred's eyes twinkled like they had never before. Her joyful countenance had returned! Sophie's mouth dropped open, and  Patrick's heart lifted slightly. "What are you doing? We thought you'd gone mad!" He exclaimed. Mildred shook her head. "I need to get to town. I need to see Rob!" She confidently pointed to the boat. "This will last long enough for us to get to he harbor northward. Then we'll take a cab to the center of town." She beamed and, gleefully, Sophie began to understand. "You're not going to die..like that skeleton?" she asked. Mildred's eyes popped! "Of course not dear! I love you! Oh...come here!" The loving woman wadded back to the bank and stepped out, then she embraced both of her 'children.' "I would never leave you too! You've gone through so much hurt loosing both you parents! Don' be afraid of loosing me as well!" She placed a hand on each youth's shoulder and grinned merrily. "Early this morning, about five a.m, a telegraph came for me from Rob! He paid a boy to come all the way out here! He said he was worried about us. He hasn't come because the flew has gone around in town. He says that the sickness has finally stopped spreading, but he still needs to check-up on patients. Also, Rob promised to come in a week, but I want to see him now!" Her smile fadded. "I made a big mistake yelling at him, you guys. I was very upset for some time." She cock'd her head. "You noticed, didn't you?" They both nodded. She sighed. "I am so SORRY I worried you! That was wrong of me." Her smile reappeared. "You guys up for a boat ride this afternoon? I think the wind is dying down. Why don't we get suppiles at the cabin, light the lamp in the tower earlier, and make a trip of it?" She asked. Patrick glanced to the sky, th sun was reappearing, and the waves were calm. He chuckled. "I think that skeleton has used the boat long enough! Let's go!" Sophie nodded in agreement. "I need to get away for a bit!" She laughed.

    Adventure was Brewing, once again, for Mildred Kingston, and she was determined to embrace it!

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Aug. 1, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 15

    SPLASH!  Mildred, Rob, Sophie and Patrick went gliding down the grassy ledge and landed within moments into the still, erie waters of the pool below. Breathless Mildred burst out of the chilly waters first. Teeth a-chatter, she scanned her surroundings. The pool, about 20 feet by 18 feet, had a gentle tide-flow coming from a small opening leading to the crashing sea. It's like a large tide pool, She decided, But a very spooky tide pool at that!  Instantly, Sophie surfaced, hair dripping into her face and her faded green print smock drooping like a full sponge. "Aunt Mildred, I do believe we're in a bind!" Flinging her hair out of her face, she gave a frustrated sigh and smiled at her god-mother. Mildred stared, then embraced the girl with a kiss, thinking, I can't believe this is the girl who was afraid of the train! Why, she would have been crying after this incident had it occured three months ago! Just then a surge of maternal anxiety rushed through the young woman's body and, quiting the embrace took hold of Sophie's shoulder and exclaimed, "Where is PATRICK!" But Sophie hadn't a chance to reply, a famous whistle came from behind. "Having a touching moment are we? Why don't we kick-up the drama and have a soggy boy come running in to make the picture perfect?" Smirking, Patrick rushed forward with twinkling eyes. Embraces followed. "I'm so glad you are O.K! But, I'm afraid, dear Patrick, you'll have to join Sophie and I on a shopping trip next time Rob takes us......." Mildred paused, "Where is that man anyway?" She swirled around the icy water searchingly. "There he is! Come on!" All three dashed toward one side of the pool where Rob was circling around a rickety boat that held a skeleton inside! "What's going on?" Mildred pushed her way quietly to the Dr. and gazed quizicly into his grave eyes. Protectingly, he put an arm around her wet shoulders a drew her in, while motioning for the youths to gather around his other side. "This corpse here is ancient." He explained. "It must be decades old!" His words sounded haunting in themselves. Sophie whispered, "Rob, why hasn't the wooden boat rotted and sunk?" The man smiled at the girl with a fatherly affection. "The bottom is lined extremly  well with tar. Almost as if this person, now a skeleton, knew he or she was going to die." His voice melted away and his stare became fixed on the body for several moments. All at once, he leaned over the boat and scooted some bones over. "Hey, look Mildred! What do you make of this. He handed a small wooden box to the woman beside him. "It's just like the ones I sold in my store back in Walnut County! Except...it's cedar...and it looks...well stained...almost like the person KNEW it would have to endure many rains!" Glancing questioningly at Rob, she lifted the lid, the other's leaned in. "A letter!" Breathed Sophie.  "I believe the envelope has a name, Rob, can you make it out?" Mildred set the box back in the boat and shifted the small parcel from her hand to Rob's. There fingers touched momentarily and Rob stared at Mildred a second untill she withdrew. Patrick raised an eye-brow at Sophie who grinned. Rob interrupted the silence by glancing at the package and dictating, "It says, To William Holter."  As if struck with an empowering idea,  Mildred clutched the Dr.'s arm and tilted her head. He nodded. " That was the man who came to town half starved, and who's family disappeared from the property." He outlined the thought that buzzed through Mildred's brain and added "It goes along with the ghost story!" He paused then, coming out of thought exclaimed, "Here, let me open it, ah ha! Here we are. It's dated 1868! The year the Holter's went missing!" Rob's body vibrated in awe and the other's insisted he read the yellow piece of paper aloud to them. He consented readily. All fell silent as Rob began...

       Dear William,
    Here you will find me-dead-when... if...you return. You have been so long this past winter in town-I dare think no longer that you live. So I die-just as the Lady of Shallot.
    Our daughter died, Will. Of Cholera! You weren't here. No one was here! I can't think it is your fault we moved here as keepers-but this place is cursed and we should have never come...ever!

In life and Death
~Your wife,
Susanna M. Holter

    Rob ended the recitation in silence. Queer expressions covered the faces of all as the group wadded from the pool back to the cottage. Alone once more, Susanna Holter was left to rest with her precious wooden box, but for the first time in 60 years, it was deprived of a letter.
    Back at home, Mildred fetched some towels and turned on the broiler to heat the cottage. Snuggled in chairs, Sophie, Patrick, and Rob stared into space. Mildred finally settled into her own chair with a sigh. Instantly, Rob broke from his day-dream and scooted his own seat next to Mildred's and grabbed her hand into his own. She started, surprised by his vigor. "You understand, don't you?" he inquired. She shook her head. "Millie! That skeleton was SUSANNA HOLTER! We can know right now for certain that no stupid ghost carried her away! This is good!" Mildred frowned in response. "This is not good Rob. Anyone can agree that someone committing suicide is as bad as being carried away by a ghost!" Heaving a sigh, she slumped in her seat. Never fazed when his dear friend forgot to act like a lady, Rob continued. "Millie! Don't you want this place to be restored? Don't you want the towns-people to respect your job? I can't even get my Aunt Berniece here because she is so afraid of it!" Rob's hands waved in entusiasm and he stared at Mildred with questioning eyes. "Don't you want this place to be known for something heroic instead of creepy?" Mildred's eyes flashed. "Finding a corpse with a ancient letter won't make this place less 'creepy' Rob." Her voice tightened. Rob began to feel angry. "You're content to let others just stay away from here and avoid you, Mildred? I thought you were more sensable than that?" Rob's fiery words hit Mildred's nerves. Sophie and Patrick watched, dazed, as they witnessed a fight that had just broken out. "I'm sensible Rob! I know what people will believe and what they won't! Now take back what you said! I am sensible!" She leaned over into the Dr.'s face and stared angerly into his eyes. Rob Denker's face eased slightly, but not a lot. "You are sensible Millie." He said coldly. "But I want you to know that I only meant to help you clear the name of this property." He swallowed and returned Mildred's stare, becoming a little frustrated he added, "I only want the best home for Sophie and Patrick!" Mildred's eyes popped. She had been prepared to forgive the man before his last retort. However, after his last verse, she was outraged. Her feelings gushing out in one loud scream, Mildred cried "I care about them too Rob Denkler! I'd do anything for them! Get out........NOWWWWWWW!" Not expecting such a violent reaction, Rob jumped to his feet and paused. Any moment he expected her to apologize, but none came.  Instead, Mildred sobbed a deep wet flood of tears. Sophie and Patrick soon gathered their wits and attempted to calm their god-mother. She was unconsolable, and turning once last time to Rob, whispered, "Out."

    Completely shocked at Mildred's emotions, Rob hurried toward the door. His anger was now gone and he reproved himself for getting frustrated with her. 
   Once outside, he was stopped by Sophie, running after him. "Please...you must come back in a couple of days! Don't go away forever!" sobbing herself, the girl clung onto the man in fear. He kindly assured her that nothing could keep him away forever. "Just take care of her for me, I never meant to hurt her like that." He said sadly. Sophie started to settle down, and wiping her tears, nodded. Before letting him go though-she tilted her head and asked slyly, "Do you love Aunt Mildred?" Rob was stunned. This was not a question he expected after what had just happened between himself and Mildred. I was so rude, how can Sophie ask this of me? He pondered the question for a second and began to feel something strange, but unfamilar. His heart-beat fast, and slowly, glancing down whispered, "I don't know." Sophie's lip twitched and Rob thought he detected a smile. This vague answer certainly seemed to satisfy Sophie!  Driving away, Rob felt completely confused. Did he love Mildred? How could he think about this after such a fight? Was Sophie more aware of his feelings than he was? Deep down did he love Mildred...and was that why he wanted to clear the name of Blue Rock Light House, because he loved her? He didn't know. But he would soon!

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Aug. 1, 2008 - Journey to the Sea LETTER PICTURE

Journey to the Sea Extra:


Here is the letter found with the corpse that lay in the boat.

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Jul. 31, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 14

   The next few months passed by quickly for the trio and work progressed smoothly without any incidents. Mr. Woods came by weekly, bringing books and chocolates for Sophie and Patrick, who came to look on Glen as an adopted grandfather. In addition, the Blue Rock Light house began to appear more welcoming as the Bureau sent workmen to help fix the place up. Delighted, Mildred soon got see the transformation as the cottage was white-washed again, the Light House painted with sea-blue stripes and the deck where she had fallen through, restored. Sophie began to feel at home and Patrick took to fishing-always with a concerned warning from his god-mother.
    Rob Denker became a regular visitor and occasionally took his new friends to town for personal items and to visit Berniece. But try as he might, Rob could not persuade his dear relative to make the journey to the coast. "It is still haunted. " she would reply stuburnly. "I fear for Mildred's safety. Unless by some miracle, Mildred stays there four years straight, without being driven away in panic, I will never consent to going there. Although, Rob, please don't mistake me, they're welcome here anytime." Rob would shrug and tell her that he would hold her to the promise: If Mildred stays for 4 years straight, You have to come for a visit. Thus Rob Denker spent the majority of his free time helping Miss Kingston clean out the 'gloom' and restore the beauty to the Light House. "Mildred, as time goes by, I don't think this place is really haunted. It was just creepy looking!" He would say.
    For the most part Mildred felt content during these months, but as she visited town, she grew aware that many people would not believe what Rob thought. They were still convinced all those ghost stories were true.
    Finally, one August morning, with the soft sounds of the tides, Mildred asked Rob if he would talk to her alone while the youths cleaned up breakfast. "We'll go to the rocks down below." she said. When they were seated by a tide pool, Mildred began. "If this place isn't haunted, why all the stories! I mean, they really are more than stories Rob! Bodies were REALY found here, starved victims came to town! I don't want to live here, if people in town fear this place...if people fear me!" Rob nodded solomely. "I understand Mildred." He spoke kindly and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Look at me. People don't fear you, they fear for you. We'll just have to show them this place can work and all those stories can be explained resonably!" "Really Rob?" "Yeah! I've been thinking, the first keeper  fell, not because  of  a 'curse', but maybe because of the fog and possibly a  vision disorder. The fog may have  made his vision even more obscurred. Think! Lots of things could've happened! I'll check the doctor records for you when I get to town. And...who knows? There may be lots of logical answers behind these tales, for instance, you fell through the roof because the boards had rotted from last year's awful rains. Plus...it hadn't been fixed since the mid 1800's!" Rob grabbed Mildred's hands enthusiastically. Mildred wasn't convinced. "But even with explanations-they still won't believe us!" She heaved a sigh and glanced toward the rocking waves. Rob steadied her head with his fingertips and looked deep into her uncertain eyes. "Then we'll explain to them and show them Mildred!" He winked slightly. Mildred cock'd her head. "How?" Rob beamed. "You'll have to save someone Miss Kingston!"

       In the next week Dr. Denker did check the medical records in the town dating from 1850 to1856, from the time the first Light House keeper dwelled in the city, to the time of his death on the rocks.The findings showed that the man was half blind in his left eye, and that there was a week muscle in his right eye. After consulting a optical doctor friend, Rob concluded that, with fog, misjudging length and one's position, would have been very likely for the keeper to have done. "Besides, he was probably running in muddy grass." Patrick pointed out when he heard the news. "Yes!" cried Sophie. "And I bet we could come up with tons of other explanations for all the other incidents as well!" Mildred nodded. "This might work."
       During the restoration time at the Light House, and while those connected with Blue Rock L.H pondered the ghost stories and likely explanations, Mildred had not failed to light the Kerosen wick every night and crank the level of the Fresnel Lens. But as of yet she had not had the opportunity to ring the fog-bell during a storm, for there had been no tempests that summer, and this made her feel somewhat sad. She related her feelings to Rob one afternoon while in the meadow  that stretched on either side of the property. Sophie and Patrick were ahead of them out of ear shot, running through the knee-high grass. "I know it must sound horrible, but I am aching for someone, something, to get stranded out in crashing waves so I can became a heroine! How selfish I am Rob! To put others in danger for my glory!" She shook her head thoughtfully. Rob, never discouraged slipped his hand through hers. She was a little shocked at this, but he spoke before she could comment on his action. "Now, now, Millie," He began. Mildred became even more curious...Millie? She thought. Why is he calling me...but Rob interrupted again. "I am the one who told you to save someone! Don't blame yourself! You worry to much. Everything will be fine!" He grinned and she blushed, hardly knowing why. Mildred made her eyes dart away from the Dr. and she took in the scenery. When her eyes went back though, he was staring at her thoughtfully. What is Rob doing? She felt awkward but at that moment her attention was grabbed by a piercing whistle from Patrick, 200 feet away by the edge of the meadow. Rob broke his link with Mildred and rushed forward. She followed, a little dazed. "Rob, Aunt Millie! You won't believe it! A REAL BODY!" Patrick was jumping and throwing a pointed finger down the grassy-cliff toward a small canal of water, ajoined to the sea. "It's a boat Patrick! It's stuck in that little pool down there!" Patrick nodded. "Look in the boat Rob!" Suddenly Mildred, beside Rob, cried, "A skeleton is in it!" Sophie screamed and Mildred felt sick. At that moment, without warning, the cliff where all four were perched, crumbled and they were all thrown down in a land slide!

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Jul. 28, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 13

    Knock Knock. "Well hello Dr. Denker, come in!" Mildred kindly welcomed the amiable medic into her humble cottage. "I see you are up and walking!" the man replied pleasently. "I guess I didn't need to call!" Mildred was quick to reassure him with, "Oh...please stay awhile! I have some tea on and some rolls are toasting." She motioned to the antique-like broiler at the edge of the kitchen. Sophie nodded eagerly at what her god-mother said and added, "We don't have many visitors you see. We are kinda lonely." She slipped her hand into the doctors and innocently led him into the kitchen. Mildred and Patrick followed with embarressed looks; they both inner-wardly thought what 15 year old Sophie said made them all sound really desperate.
    After tea had been served and after the rolls had been burnt and left to soak in the sink, Dr. Denker inquired with interest to hear the story about Patrick's skill in medicene. Surprisingly, the 16 year old boy looked confident-not awkward as usual-and related the story. "Wow Patrick! I had no idea you and Miss Sophie lived in India for most of your life. I suppose you miss your parents very much." Rob lowered his voice with this last part and looked sympatheticlly at the youths. After a moment he brightened. "So...let me get this straight...your late father had a medic friend who taught you when you skipped school?" Patrick nodded with a slight grin as if to say Boy am I good! Dr. Rob responded by glancing at Sophie and bringing a smile to her by complementing "And Miss Sophie knows all her arithmatic and history and will become collage-graduate by the time Patrick is a doctor!" Sophie seemed to like the idea and chimed in "You sure are right mister! I want to have a doctorates degree!" At this remark by her beloved god-child, Mildred tensed. Most men in 1928 were not keen on the idea of a woman being that educated. But Rob did not faulter in his smile and Mildred smiled at him. Sophie and Patrick immediately exchanged looks.

    "Mr. Denker...a question...I know it sounds rude...my apologies,,,we are not a polite family but I NEED to know...." Mildred drifted off. It was late in the afternoon and Rob had stayed most the afternoon taking a tour of the greounds and teling jokes. Patrick and Sophie had never seemed happier--but Mildred had an aching question that knawed on her mind every few minutes. What are all those ghost-stories this place has...what did Mr. Woods mean? Rob's face became tensed and he leaned over the stretch off grassy-hillside the four had retreated too. Shifting the blades of greenery, the dancing coast wind incircled the four into a bewitching picture. Searchingly, the Dr. stared into Mildred's face.  He  sighed and leaned back, laying himself on the grass, hands behind head. Instantly Patrick poised himself the same on Rob's left and Sophie the same on his right. Mildred laughed silently. They are taken with him. She thought as she steadied her gaze on them. The Dr. spoke. " You want to know the ghost stories Miss Kingston." He sounded sad but firm. He lifted himself back into the sitting position and locked eyes with the stunned woman.  "You  really don't want to.  But you were unfairly given this cursed place by Glen and I will not deprive you of it's full ghastly history!" Mildred shrunk back but Sophie and Patrick seemed to understand the Dr. did not mean anything hurtful by his speech. His voice softened. "I'm sorry Miss. I didn't mean to frighten you. I mean no harm" Mildred nodded and lay down on her stomach expectingly. The man was not fazed by her un-ladylike position and joined her on his stomach as did the youths;the four formed a star shape.
    "In 1856, the man who built the light house moved in as it's first Keeper. Three months later---on a fog-drowned night, he went to ring the fog-bell but missjudged his position and fell crashing onto the rocks below. Three weeks later his friends found a bloody body stabbed, like piece of poultry on a knife, onto a jagged point on the beech." Rob sounded serious and Patrick became aware that this was no silly camp story to laugh at. "After that three families moved in-and moved out within four years. They said the place was haunted with the dead-man's ghost. Shortly after preperations for the civil War began and this place was forgotten-or ignored- until well after 1870. That is when the legendary Holter family moved in. William H. was a well-bred man, married to a lovely wife, Susanna and had one daughter, Harriet. Well that winter it stormed so hard, the officials couldn't bring in supplies right away-but finally did two weeks later. This delay shouldn't have caused hunger in any way for Mr. Holter was known to hunt and keep jerky for such times. But when the food was delievered, Susanna and the daughter were gone and only on arrival back in town did Officials learn that a starved William had made it to town, saying that their food had molded and the jerky disappeared.  He died shortly after  with the words " Ghost or at least curse." Since Will was such a respected man, folks started getting real up set about this place. That is when it started getting a bad name. After the Holter's, a few people stayed there but not long. Now you are here. My Aunt Berniece did warn Mr. Glen..." Rob stopped as Mildred's face broke into a grin. "What Miss Mildred? Hasn't my story been one of sorrow-and you smile?" He looked confused, but Mildred kept grinning. "I met your Aunt on the train! She warned me about this place! Gosh! She even gave me your number and contacts ,we have no phone here though, but still, I didn't make the connection until know! Rob Denker...Amazing! I can't believe it! Berniece is a wedding planner. Right?" Mildred was so excited that she forgot the story-and so did the other three. Rob nodded and slapped his head happily, accepting the coinsidence. "By dinger! Miss Kingston! This means I'm no longer only your doctor-I'm your friend too!" The four burst out into a chorus of discussion and headed to the cottage. Thus the ghost stories faded from memory----at least for a little while.

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Jul. 26, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 12

 Mr. Woods had become so violent in his speech that Mildred began to feel emotion in herself as well. However, she was quick to gain composure and set out to calm the man in a soothing manner. "Mr. Woods, please hear me clearly my dear sir, I do not blame you for what happened. God is so much stronger than fanciful stories. I know that I asked you about this place and if it was haunted, (and no one can deny that this property is strange), but I only inquired so that I would know the full history of the place. The balcony I fell through was probably very old. By the way, exactly how old is this place?" Mildred smiled to reassure the older man and at the same time coock'd her head in question. She was confident that his caring disposition would not alter as it had a few days earlier. I do believe he is sweet at heart. Now that we have cleared this matter up about the Light House having a part in local ghost stories, maybe Glen and I can work together and get the tower in spit-spot shape! She beamed even brighter as Mr. Glen Woods repossessed himself and found his inner confidence to speak. "Thank you for the reassurance, I needed it." He swallowed  and began again. "1856. That is when this place was built--right before the Civil War, though I doubt it saw any of the conflict given it's location is in such a desolate spot." Glen smiled and seemed to feel better...but then, growing grave ,  pulled the rickety seat in which he sat, closer to Mildred's sick-bed and motioned for Sophie and Patrick to lean in closer towards him. He had worry etched onto his face again. Curious, the two youths edged closer on the bed so that the four of them, Mildred, Glen W., and them two formed an uneven circle. Mr. Woods eyes softened as the fell on the two youths, and instantly they silently forgave the man for his harsh conduct toward their god-mother. Finally he spoke "Are you all sure you can stay. You may have God on your side, but I don't think even He can help you here!" Shifting his gaze from Mildred to Patrick to Sophie the man waited to hear them give up their position as keepers, but all he got was a muffled gasp from Patrick. "I thought you said you were religious!" He furrowed his brows tightly. "Besides..." Sophie chirped in somewhat milder, "He is BIGGER than any phantom!" This seemed to settle it for at that moment the form of a well-built man appeared in the doorway. "Someone need a Doctor?"

    The three Bureau members had returned to the cottage with the town doctor. "This is Rob Denker, finest medic on the east coast!" one man  exclaimed. Overwhelmed with a sudden wave of dizziness coated in pain, Mildred submitted, almost unconscious to the Doctor's examination. He set to work confidently and felt her pulse then took her tempeture. He seemed to know exactly where to look for bruses and put an ointment on them. Every once in a while Rob tried to talk to his patient and get her to gain consciousness. She slowly became coherent. The three messengers, who had fetched Doctor Denker, politly exited the bed-room to put the food away that they had begun deliever over an hour before. Glen stayed to make sure Mildred was going to be O.K.
     After twenty minutes, the Doc spoke. "She had a light concusion, on the lower head. And her fingers were practclly broken in half...it would have been serious because they may have started healing the wrong way...except for the two most astounding doctors were here all along!" Robert turned is gaze toward Patrick and Sophie! Before they could respond, Robert's hands lay on their shoulders and a smile radiated from his mouth as he spoke again, "You have saved me...and your god-mother, loads of trouble! I can't believe you set them right! Not many doctors could say they had a patient looked after by two such charming young people!" As Rob spoke Patrick seemed to grow confident and Sophie noticed he wasn't looking as awkward as usual. But Rob didn't stop there. "Sometime, you'll have to tell me the story of how you learned to splinter; but for now I must be off! Here is a medicine to aid with her dizziness, over there is some ghaze-- be sure and change her bandage on that head wound once every two days. Got it?" Doctor Rob looked confident at the children as they nodded. To Mildred, Dr. Rob talked in a softer voice. " Wonderful meeting you Miss Kingston. I will check on you in three days. Get better and rest!" Mildred nodded and went to sleep. With that Rob walked out of the door into the kitchen, pulling Mr. Woods with him. When they got there, Rob became concerned and he put a firm hand on Glen."How foolish of you Glen! The other three told me about you let out this Light House to a single woman and her god-children! I thought I knew you...ah well...what is done is done! What will Aunt Berniece say when she gets back from Canada though! She always did advice you to close this place down." Mr. Woods lowered his eyes in shame. The Dr. continued."I demand that you make a visit her every week until you get Miss Kingston a car or something she can use to comunicate with the outside world!"  Rob Denker talked  hushed but the ergency  was in his tone. He obviously knew  the old man.  Sophie and Patrick could hear well enough from standing in the hallway. They were secretly thankful someone was talking to Glen Woods about transportation or possible a phone or mail box! Comunication with the outside world! No more fear about being left alone in crisis! The children leaned to catch more of the conversation, but only heard Glen say he would come as often as he could. Then all four Bureau members plus the doctor left.         The next two days were a time of quietness and recovery, but they also were a chance for Patrick, Mildred and Sophie to look forward to the promise of having a visitor-even if it was only a doctor!

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Jul. 22, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 11

    By early morning Mildred was dizzy, but had gained consciousness. Sophie and Patrick rejoiced that part of their prayer had been answered. "Aunt Millie! I'm so glad you're O.K!" Sophie rushed over and kissed Mildred. "Oh...dear, be careful...do I have a head wound or am I going crazy? What happened to me?" Mildred tried to ajust her eyes to the morning sun light, but they saw only a blur. Patrick and Sophie then related the story of her fall from the Light House Tower and of her injuries from the landing. The young woman was astonished. "And Patrick-you set my broken fingers by yourself?" she asked weakly. The boy looked embarrassed. "Sophie helped too. But...they may not be set correctly-we did what all we could... but it may not have been enough." Their god-mother managed a soft smile. "It was enough, I am sure! I only wish your parents could see how mature the both of you are. I'm so proud of you!" There was a deep, thoughtful silence. Suddenly a knock on the front door sounded. Sophie felt her heart leap. Could that be help? She wondered.
    Patrick sped to open the door. Four men from the Light House Bureau, including Mr. Glen  Woods stood at the door with crates in their hands. A  producer's truck  stood in the grassy lawn.  "Hello my boy! The board  has brought your family their first shipment of food. I forgot to mention it to your god-mother before, but that is one of the services the Bureau provides. Every month we'll deliever food. Can we come inside?" The man tried to go past Patrick, but stopped short when he read the boy's face. "Oh, don't tell me..." the older gentleman glanced toward his colleegues with a worried air. They in turn shook their heads slightly almost as if to say, 'we told you so.' Mr. Woods began again. "The curse has returned hasn't it. Is your sister hurt?" The man's voice held genuine concern and Patrick thought it was so odd that this was the same man that had been so wrathful only a few days before. Aunty wanted to know if the house was haunted, and Mr. Woods got angry that she asked. Now it is like he's admitting the place is haunted. Outloud the boy said. "No. It's Aunt Millie, not Sophie. She fell through the deck atop the tower..." the boy couldn't finish because the four gentlemen became over-wrought with terror and broke loose through the cottage in search of Mildred. They at last found the gray-walled bedroom and burst in. A quick examination followed and three men were sent to fetch a doctor in the grocer's truck they had brought. Mr. Woods remained. "You must forgive me." He sighed quietly when the other men had left. He turned softly to the young woman who lay weary in bed. Sophie and Patrick sat around her, eyeing the man cautiously. "I don't understand Sir. Why do I need this apology?" Mildred gathered her strength and raised her eyebrows as she questioned this 'shaken' man. "You need this apology for more than one thing my dear Miss Kingston. You are in need of one apology because of the incident a few days ago when I treated you in such an unacceptable manner! I am a gentleman Miss, please believe me! I made a mistake that day that many people would never believe I would have made. You asked about this property and of fear you sensed was connected with it. I got angry at you for asking...because...because I didn't want you to leave this position!" This confession practically flew out of Glen's mouth and it was as if he let out a windstorm from his lungs. He began tp breathe softer and a look of peace slowly appeared in his features. Mildred stared. Mr. Woods continued. "The second apology you are due is in result of a matter which I persuaded with the most detestable motives. The majority of the Bureau were not in favor of employing you as the keeper here because of the many stories. Yes...there are spirits of some kind at work on this residence! I am a sane man Miss Kingston!!!!!  A religious on at that!!!!!!!! Just as you are!!!!! But listen to me my dear lady!" Mr. Woods all but had a breakdown at this point and the two children became completely still, wondering if he was indeed sane as he said he was. A silent followed and then the man, somewhat more contained-but certainly still emotional, continued. "It was the curse of this place that made you fall! Lighthouses are known to be spooky places, but believe me that super-natural mischief is at work here! You must leave before I get you killed! LEAVE, LEAVE! I don't want to be a murderer!"

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Jul. 21, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 10

     "Hurry! Down the stairs!" Patrick grabbed Sophie's arm and yanked the stunned girl down the Light House and across the grass towards their god-mother Mildred. "She's bleeding Patrick!" Sophie covered her mouth in horror and sunk to the grass beneath her 'aunty'. "Now is not the time to wig-out Sophie! Pull your squimish self together!" Patrick started feeling Mildred's pulse and listening to her heart-beat. Sophie tried to dry her tears and, in a hollow voice asked, "Is she unconscience Patrick?" The boy sat up after a thourough examination and nodded. "We are sure lucky she fell on this pile of moss and grass. She had a padded landing. But now we need to get her inside! It's going to rain!" Patrick finished this statement and motioned for Sophie to grab Mildred's feet while he took a hold of her shoulders. "Oh Patrick! Your covered in blood!" Sophie gasped. Patrick shrugged. "Didn't you notice she has a head-wound sister? NOW we really need to get her inside!" Patrick hoisted Mildred up on one end, while Sophie did the same on the other end. "OH Aunt Millie, you'll be O.K!" whisppered Sophie.
     Since 28, year old Mildred was a lean person, the children had barely any problems getting her inside the  lighthouse keeper's cottage and into the plain room she and Sophie shared. The girl was glad she had just washed the sheets and dusted the iron bed-frame. The brother and sister gently laid their guardian on the comfortable bed and began dressing her  head wounds. "Look here Patrick. Her fingers don't seem to be bent the right way. What happened?" Sophie asked but she had a hunch what the answer was. "I noticed that too. I think she landed on her hands. I can only guess the force of the landing bent her fingers into that unnatural angle." Sophie's eyes grew wide. "Patrick, we need a doctor! But....we have no car and no telephone, what will we do?" Patrick set his jaw tight. "When father was stationed in India and I would skip school-lessons with mother and you, I'd always go to the Military Base and tag  around with Father's friend Dr. Humferry.  He'd teach me basic  medical skills. He'd let me help him treat the injured natives. I think I can set the fingers...but Sophie, I'd need your help. We'll probably hear cracking sounds. Is that O.K with you sis?" The boy looked at his sibling. She nodded. Together the two worked as best they could setting Mildred's finger's. Sophie even went into the ran to see if she could find twigs to bind the bones to. She couldn't. The rain began to pound harder  after she returned and the roof began to leak. After setting old pand under the drips, Patrick finished his make-shifts splints by using pieces of debris they found under the beds. "She is still unconscience Sophie and I can't wake her up no matter how hard I try. We'll have to wait now." Sophie shook her head. "Patrick we don't have to wait, we have to pray!" Patrick sighed. "Alright. We'll pray and wait." Sophie bowed her head.

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Jul. 21, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 9

     The next morning the threesome polished off the remainder of their food they had brought with them from town. "We are sure going to need to think fast if lunch is gonna happen!" Patrick remarked with a deep sigh. Mildred handed him the dirty dishes and motioned for the sink. Sunshine flooded the kitchen in the Light House keepers cottage. The room's only window faced the Lighthouse. Below the opening stretched a strip of counter with a sink at one end. Patrick reluctantly received the dishes and began pumping the hand-crank faucit that ran water from an underground well. 15 year old Sophie leaned over the rustic table and began scrubbing it thouroughly. "Aunt Millie-please tell us what we'll do for food." Patrick paused from dish-duty to restate his question. Mildred placed a finger onto her chin and thought. "I guess we'll have to see if we can't find us some see-fare!" She smiled. "How will that suit Patrick, my dearest god-child!" Patrick beamed at his god-mother affectionatly. Sophie frowned. "I thought I was your favorite!" The room fell silent-and then all three of them, even Sophie burst into a chorus of giggles.

    "Wooooooh!" Patrick spread out his hands to keep his balance as he followed his god-mother (whom he referred to as "Aunt") over the grassy edge away from the Lighthouse and on towards the rocky shore. "Oh Patrick! It's easy!" Sophie winked at her brother as she glided past him, hopping gracefully with poise from one rock to another. Mildred had made her way to a mossy rock and was bending over it "Look! Tide Pools! Come here you two!" Mildred's bobbed head cook'd as she again gazed at her discovery. In 1928, 28 year old Mildred had as much freedom as woman ever had been allowed before-but she still kept up her magnificent femenine fashion sense. Although lately both Sophie and Patrick had noticed the filthy results of having only one pair of clothes.
By now, Sophie had joined Mildred and they both turned impatiently towards the awkward boy in front of them. "Hey...Aunty...what is a Tide Pool?" Patrick asked and then tripped over his own feet. Sophie watched amused, but Mildred, being his guardian, went to assist Patrick. "Here you go Patrick, Up..yes , can you stand? Good!  To answer your question, a Tide pool is a small puddle of water that tides bring in and which gather in the cracks and crannies of rocks on the shore. Small animals, like crabs and sea-stars gather in them. I think these handy pools might aid us in our food crisis!" Patrick nodded and picked up a stone. "If you find some crabs, I can knock them unconscience and we can have a crab roast on the upper shore at lunch time." Mildred nodded, but Sophie grimaced. "I don't like killing-but in order to eat, O.K" The girl slipped her hand into Mildred's and whippered. "But lunch is sometime away. Why don't you show us the tower first?"


    The Blue Rock LightHouse Tower had five levels into which a spiral staircase wound and cut through the middle. Round wooden floors made up each level, so that it was like having a narrow house that was five stories high. The fifth level was the light room and, unlike the other levels, (that were surrounded by thick  walls) it was glass panneled all around. Standing five-feet tall by three feet wide, a huge structure made up of diamond-shapped, overlapping, lens, stood beside the stairway in the center of the fifth room. "This is called a Fresnel lens and it magnifies the strength of the Keresin Lamp." Mildred explained. She motioned to a small gap inbetween the stairway and the Lens. "I can crawl under the lens and stand inside of it to light he Keresin lamp." The woman slide under it and brought out a much smaller glass  box, which she grasped by a handle ontop. "All I do is open this door and light the wick, (providing it has oil in it of course!) Then I hang it back inside the lens. Now, after that, We go down one level, to the fourth, and that level has a clockwork-like set of machinery in it." Mildred led the way one level down. A set of clock-work indeed was down there, "I pull this crank, the machine starts up and the lens above us spins around, thereby making the oil lamp appear to be throbbing!" It took Sophie and Patrick a moment to grasp the information, but they soon understood and went back  up to the light room. A narrow  door opened out to a  deck and Patrick asked his god-mother if they might go out.  "I don't know how sturdy it is my dear. Let me go first." No sooner had Mildred walked out of the glass-panneled  room, out onto the  deck, before she screamed and shrill, deathly note. Sophie and Patrick gasped and rushed to the door-way. Mildred had fallen through the deck and was swirling through the air...towards the ground!

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Jul. 18, 2008 - Picture of Light House

This is a picture of the light house that my story talks about. My sister Emily, drew it especially by my request. I hope you read my story, Journey to the Sea. I bet you'll enjoy it! It is about a fictional Light House, but I did read-up and I tried to make it as accurate as possible. Please comment me!

God Bless

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Jul. 14, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 8

    The Blue Rock Lighthouse (as Mildred learned was the name of her new domain) was a wind-battered tower rising 37 feet into the chilly Rhode Island coast breeze. It was also three feet thick. The Keepers Quarters was a gray, two-bed-room, flat-roofed cottage built at the foot of the tower.  It had a small kitchen towards the front and an equally small parlor. A structure made of rough cedar stood next to the Light house opposite of the quarters and a rustic, bronze bell was fastened at the top-most beam. A ragged rope hung limply beside it. The god-mother and her two god-children, Sophie and Patrick, learned that a bell was used on stormy nights when fog masked the strong light coming from the pennical of the tower. The whole place, keepers quarters, bell stand and tower, was sorrowful looking. The property stood on a grassy edge  overlooking a rocky shore. Wild flowers grew in the meadows that extended on either side of the light house for miles.
     After Mr. Woods had showed Mildred how the lens and lights worked at the top tower, and had given her a manual to refer to, he made a hasty farewell and drove off. Mildred had no car and very little information on how to care for this building, nevertheless she was left to up-hold her new government payed job, and her determination was not going to let her fail!

  Sophie was the first to explore her new home. The Keeper's Quarters was damp and mouse-infested, but the charming blode-haired youth was determined to look on the bright side. Besides, every once in a while, a shiver of excitment ran up her spin. She didn't know where this anticipation originated from-but she was thankful her senses felt it. Right away Sophie grabbed a broom and began to sweep. "One little cob-web, two. Three little cob-webs, four!" The girl put a resolved look on her bony face and began the first of many hours of dedicated cleaning. She sewed new curtains and braided rugs. Sophie even polished the metal bed-frames in the bed-room.

    While Sophie was buisy scrubbing the wooden floors two days after their arrival, and with Mildred in the tower reading her manual, Patrick decided it high time to do his part. The board had been sure to send over 'fix-up' supplies, and the youth was determined to white-wash the cottage right away.I just have to pry this lid off the white paint-there we go! Aunty Millie will be so pleased! Father, bless him, would be so proud to see his son fixing up a light house! Mother-well she would be proud of Sophie! We're doing O.K all by ourselfs-and at least we have Mildred! Oh boy-I wonder what my friends at the Military base in India would think if they saw me living on the coast! They always did complain about the heat! What a great day this is. Up, down, up, down, dip the brush...wait...hold on...what in the world is  that body in the paint can...uh-oh...AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Patrick backed away from the portion of the front wall he was painting and fell back on the green, lush grass that grew wildly around the cottage. His face twitched into a fearful expression and  he scrambled to regain his footing, but he soon fell back to the ground and his back slammed against the front door. His thick-lens glasses flung from his eyes. The boy yelled and began to pat the ground, panic struck a cord in his heart. "Sophie! Come out here!!!! Now!!! There is a body in the paint can-and I lost my..." Sophie swung the door open, dustcloth in hand and stared  down at her brother. "You are a mess Patrick! You didn't see a body (how foolish), all you did, you oaf, was forget to wear those nerdy specticles!  Here they are. My, my Patrick, you have some imagination to work yourself into such a scare!" Sophie's face softened and she bent here thin body over to help her awkward brother up, Patrick grasped his sister by her faded-print apron and pulled her down to his level. "I did see a body Sophie! Go look!" He shrunk back as he motioned toward the can a few paces ahead. The girl shrugged her shoulders and went to gaze into the paint can. "Patrick, there is nothing in here...that includes a body! You are so confused!" She went back over to her brother and with a sigh helped him onto his feet. The boy glanced back to the paint can as his sister guided him into the kitchen.

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Jul. 8, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 7

    "It looks haunted Aunty Mildred." Whispered 15 year-old Sophie as she leaned her head against her god-mother of whom she and her brother referred to by the endearing term, 'aunty.'
 Mildred, affectionally rubbed Sophie's arm as the small black Ford car bumped along the dirt-road winding its way towards the Rhode Island Coast. "Don't be such a sissy!" Patrick tossed his nose up high as if to say he could gallently fight off any ghost that should threaten his sister and guardian. Mildred glanced at the boy and her lip curled into a smile, but she didn't let her god-son see it. "Now stop it Patrick! For heaven's sake be a bit kinder toward Sophie! Girls are more sensitive than boys-so please be a dear and be nice!" Mildred soaked in the smile she received from Sophie and found Patrick's blank face amusing. "Really Aunt Mildred-you really aren't good at correcting kids!" Patrick let his hand slip into his guarding's gloved one, as he leaned from his seat in the front of the car. Mildred had offered to sit in the back with Sophie on the ride to their new abode, a Light House! Mr. Glen Woods, a cheery older gentleman, who was head of the Light House bureau (and who had hired 28 year old Mildred as a keeper) hummed softly in the front seat where he steered. The Light house was in view and suddenly Mr. Woods stopped his tune and the car slowed. Patrick glanced at the man and could tell that the fear from the other day at the board meeting had re-appered even more distinct than ever.Mildred sensed the tension. The anxiety she had seen from that other day-combined with the warning she had hastily recieved by an new-found friend on the train (Berniece), had lingered in her head constantly and now she felt that the time had come to be frank with Mr. Woods. If something might be wrong with their new dwellings-she would insist on being informed about it imediately.
"Mr. Woods!"  the gray-haired man stopped the car completely as the stern voice of the young woman vibrated off the metal doors and echoed through the car. He had never expected that this fashionable, sweet mannered lady could have such an air of authority about her. His hands began to sweat even though it was early morning. "Yes, Miss Kingston?" "Throughout my travels this last week, I have observed ( and those observations have been confirmed by these two children) that there is a general  concern and , if I may be so bold to phrase it as such, a general fear about the Light house you so anxiously handed over to my care. I have been warned by a resisdent here in Rhode Island to be careful. If you are permitted, I insist, for the possible safty of my god-children, that you tell me at once what is going on!" Mildred's fist touched the leather seat by her side in an attempt to force an explantation from Mr. Woods. The older man positioned himself to face all three of them and drew a long breathe. '"I can..cannot...the board has assured me of no possible...danger...but I can see that you have heard of... local... superstitions." The man spoke cautiously. "Superstitions Mr. Woods? I can assure you that I don't believe in ghosts, if that is what you are referring to-I am very religious and trust God for protection. However I need to know every detail, even if it be 'superstitions' in order to perform my job well and know how to act towards 'locals' as you call the people. I think that is a very resonable request...don't you sir?" Mildred felt impatience raising inside her. Is this man tryng to hide something? Mildred's determination mounted into a stare at the gentleman who seemed to cower in front of her. He started by speaking softly. "It is quite resonable Miss Kingston. But I was told by my collegeus that if I repeated any myths, that it might robe you of a a job you so clearly need!" The man's nervousness turned into a subtle-but clear wave of angry frustration. Mildred's throat tightened into a lump and her stomach did a flip. This man acted as if  she was...desperate! She said nothing more though, for she knew if she opened her mouth, the reply would come marinated with her own anger. The man then drove the car toward the Light House and the instruction of how to be keepers a Light House commenced with a rather cold air for the rest of the day.

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Jul. 7, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 6

    "Your name ma'am?" "Mildred Kingston" "Your age?" "28." "Your relationship with these 2 children, Sophie and Patrick Miller?" "They are my god-children who were given to my care after their parents died in an uprising while stationed in a military base in Calcutta India...I have legal guardianship-here are the documents." "I see..charming! Everything looks to be in order...have you any experience in keeping a Light House?" "None sir, and I fear the only one who could fix it up would be Patrick here. But I can learn how to do as much of the other daily duties I need to do, if you would instruct me Mr. Woods." Mildred Kingston held herself proudly and looked straight into the eyes of the Light House bureau. The committee, herself, Patrick, Sophie and a dozen empty benches where the only occupants in the Rhode Island courthouse that hot May day. The clock ticked as the board-members muttered in anxsious tone. Mildred felt awkward, for she began to feel the grip of doubt take a hold of her courage. They probable have apprihinsions about a single woman with two children running a Light House. But what was it that Berniece said ? "They may pick you because no one else wants the position?" That can't be! I'm sure that the building is safe and...well...in order...Berniece probably just worries...yes...that is...
"But no one else will take the position, Earnie! Those camp stories aren't true anyway. I'm sure the boy can..." Mildred's ears caught a snip of the hushed debate going on in front of her. Sophie and Patrick heard it too for their heads turned questionly toward their god-mother or 'aunty'. Patrick grasped Mildred's arm on her left and Sophie the one on her right. The board of 19 elderly, distinguished gentlemen took a moment to consider the trio in front of them. Mildred was wrapped in a gray walking coat with high-heels and a black hat tilted on her slick, bobbed head; Sophie was clothed in a green and yellow dress that hung straight down off her shoulders down to her skinny knee-caps, with a bow tied gentle amid a pile of limp, blonde hair; And Patrick stood tall in his late Father's khaki military suit with his brown hair ruffled into his face and his thick-lens glasses pushed up to the back of his nose. Finally, the head of the bureau, Glen Woods, took his eyes away from them and turned solemly back to his collegues and began another ramble of hushed words of which Mildred could only make out "Dangerous", "Our only choice?" "Single woman?" "Death," and "Cursed place".
    After twenty-minutes Mr. Woods turned his attention toward Mildred and the whole room went silent. He smiled, but Sophie discerned that there was a fear hiden in his expression. "Miss Kingston...do you-or have you at any point of your life been an alchoholic, a prisoner in the states, or arrested for any felony charges?" Mildred shook her head. Glen Woods smile beamed brighter and the hint of fear somewhat abated from his face. "Well then, you meet the requirements! Welcome as a government EMPLOYEE! Your services will be much appreciated! Please keep in mind that you will have strict duties, but I will attend personally to your training. Shall we ajourn gentle man?" With this last declaration, Mr. woods turned to his collegues who imidiatly nodded their heads, Just a little too anxsiously Mildred observed.
    So it came to pass that Mildred, Sophie and Patrick were hired to run a Light house on the tip of Rhode Island, and whether it was good fortune- or bad, their future was full of adventure!

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Jul. 7, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 5

    "After my shop burned down, Patrick discovered and ad in a Rhode Island paper wanting a keeper for a Light House on the coast! So that's where we're going! What fortune that you are from Rhode Island Berniece!" Mildred Kingston smiled at the lady across from her as the Hastings Rail-way engine steamed noisely down the tracks. Sophie perched fearfully on the edge of her seat as their car rocked back and forth. "Aunt Milly! I'm terribly afraid...when we came back from India, we rode on one of these horrific beasts-but I was so tired after the ocean crossing that I slept most of the trip. Now I'm wide awake and the butterflies inside my stomach are fluttering full force...HOLD ME!" Mildred gazed gently at Sophie. The youth was very affectionate  toward her god-mother and Mildred was glad that the children fell to her care when their parents had died. Sophie positioned her brand-new dress ,lovingly, so that she could hike her bony legs onto her seat and lay her head to rest on her god-mother's lap. Mildred stroked the girl's head and within a little while-she was fast asleep. Sophie had been asigned the window seat, with Mildred herself snug in the middle with a soft, middle-aged woman, named Berniece, next to her on the aisle seat. With Sophie asleep and 16 year old, nerdy, Patrick in the row behind them reading a novel, Mildred once agin shifted her focus toward Berniece. The lady smiled and gently gestured to Sophie. "You are so fortunate to have children, I have wished with all my heart for 23 years that fate would give me some children, but I never married and my job as a wedding planner takes me all across the country." The woman's gray eyes flashed down to her fur coat that  dangled  close to her high-heeled feet. She spoke in a hesitent, hushed tone. "Please don't take it the wrong way when I say that you are very fortunate to have been appointed god-mother. I know it sounds wrong-but..but..I wish I had some small chance of one day being the guardian of some children,if..by some small chance someone I knew... passed..." The lady didn't bring herself to say. Mildred nodded understandingly. "No offence taken Berniece. I have, shamefully, felt the exact way. How about when you get back from your travels, we get in touch and you can spend some time at our Light House, if we get it. The board has to approve us...although the man seemed very convinced on the phone that we would make adiquit keepers. The light House is on the Southern tip of the state...where do you live?" Mildred cocked her head waiting for a cheery reply from her new-found friend. Berniece had looked hopefull through all of Mildred's conversation until she spoke the location of the Light House. Concern clouded hover her face like a veil. "Oh my dear Mildred...do be careful...the Southern tip did you say? Oh good heavens." Berniece spoke quietly and her head bobbed nervously as she gazed at the sleeping Sophie and around her shoulder at Patrick. Her glance finally landed on Mildred again. " I'm sorry-but please take precaution. The board might be fine with you o taking the building because...well...no one else dares to take it!" Berniece looked bewildered and her hankerchief flew to her moist eyes. Mildred sat confused. What could that mean?
    The train stopped and Berniece took her leave to board another  train going straight north to Canada. "Here, It has been such a pleasure meeting you Mildred-and your darling charges. I want to see them-so badly again. Here is my card- I get back in two weeks!" Berniece paused to grasp Mildred's hand in a tight squeeze. Lines of worry-not of age creased her face. "Be careful-if you need anything the number on the back is my nephew's. His name is Robert Denker- he can help you if anything...unusal come up." Berniece exited as Mildred's nerves did a sumersult in the pit of her stomach. I feel just like Sophie did! Un-nerve yourself Mildred! But Mildred could not. The look of Berniece's face was ingrained in her mind for many days-until the bureau meeting.

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Jun. 28, 2008 - Journey to the Sea Part 4

   "This was left by a costumer in Charles' Chocolates." Patrick eagerly  handed a stained newspaper into Mildred's ready clutch. "Patrick! This newspaper was published in Rhode Island! Wherever this 'costumer' was from...he was not from Walnut County! That is a sure thing! But..what..what would we want in Rhode Island?" Mildred asked the question but she had a pretty good guess as to Patrick's motives. She awaited the answer that came with carefully chosen words. Patrick swallowed hard. He began to feel his excitment being drowned by waves of nervous tension.
    " Turn to ad five in the Job and Career section." he said slowly. "Now read the article Aunty...but don't say anything until you've read it and heard what I've had to say! Promise?"  Patrick clutched his hands to form a ball,  anticipation practically vibrated off him! Mildred made a skeptical face, then nodded slowly. Sophie sat on her knees and looked with wide eyes at her brother. Something big was coming...she could feel it!
Mildred took a long breathe and flipped to a section in the paper. Add five read,

                 Historic Light House

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