Tibbetts Point Lighthouse
Tibbetts Point Lighthouse is an iconic lighthouse where Lake Ontario meets the St. Lawrence River and the Thousand Islands Region. Here’s a little more about it—from Libby’s point of view:
Libby cleared her throat, and a tiny chuckle gurgled in her voice. “Tibbetts Point Lighthouse is situated on three acres near the place that Lake Ontario flows into the St. Lawrence River. In 1827, Captain John Tibbetts gave the land to build the first lighthouse that used whale oil and was much smaller than the one we now have. Around twenty years later, the St. Lawrence River locks were built and international trade increased, so the lighthouse became even more important to shipping. Our current brick lighthouse was built several years later and is fifty-nine feet tall. It is tapered from twelve feet at its base to eleven feet at the octagonal lantern room. The parapet and wooden deck surrounding the light are covered with copper, and the walls
inside are lined with wood, so the metal stairs aren’t as noisy as they are in the unlined towers.”
Owen sighed. “Aye, lass. I can picture it all in my mind, and it helps ease my pain. Thank you. I’d be much obliged if you’d tell me more.”
Who was this lovely lass, her voice sweet as sugar and melodic as a nightingale? Her words as that of a poet. “When you’re well, you’ll have to climb to the top and see the fourth-order Fresnel lens that came from France. It’s a beauty to behold. The lantern is huge—a six-feet-wide octagon. It’s fifteen feet high with seven lights of thick plate glass as clear as crystal. The eighth side has an iron door to service it.”
“She must be a wonder. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen one up close, but I could be wrong.”
Would his memory return once the pain subsided? What if it didn’t? His heart skipped several beats at the thought, but the lovely lass returned to painting a wonderful picture of their
surroundings and filling his mind with better thoughts.
“The light has sixty-one candle power and flashes every ten seconds and then is off for four seconds. It illuminates two hundred-and-seventy degrees of the watery horizon and keeps
ships, schooners, and all sorts of boats safe. And with the lamp so strong, it can get very hot up there, especially in the summer. Do you remember seeing it?”
He licked his lips again. “Nae, I cannot recall. But I have to say that you’re the cleverest lass I’ve ever met, and you paint a poet’s picture. The details make me head spin.”
About Libby’s Lighthouse:
When a lighthouse keeper’s daughter finds a mysterious sailor with amnesia, the secrets she uncovers may change her life forever.
Elizabeth Montonna, daughter of the Tibbett’s Point Lighthouse keeper, thought she’d love the lighthouse life forever—until her mother, on her deathbed, reveals a long-buried secret. Now Elizabeth’s world has been turned upside down, making her question if she’ll ever truly belong and be loved. But when a dashing young sailor appears on her shore, wounded and disoriented, she finds purpose in helping him recover. Although the man knows nothing about his past or identity, his kindness and character steal a little more of her heart each day. If only she knew his full name.
When Owen awakes on the shore of Lake Ontario with no knowledge of who he is, or where he was headed when his ship wrecked, he has no choice but to accept the hospitality of the lighthouse keeper and his lovely daughter. But as Owen works to repay their kindness, and his relationship with Libby turns into something more, he knows their budding romance can go no further until he uncovers his past.
With each passing day, Owen inches closer to discovering the secrets of his identity, but will the revelations bring him closer to Libby or tear them apart forever?
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