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Seguin, MaineHarbour Lights Limited Edition #256 Tucked
away in the northeast corner of the United States, perched high on its
very own island, sits a lighthouse as thickly cloaked in lore and mystery
-as it is in the area's notorious fog, Though
much of the history of Seguin Island Light Station remains somewhat of an
enigma, one thing is certain: the setting couldn't be more perfect for a
lighthouse. When, in 1786, 55 local merchants petitioned for a lighthouse,
they noted that the "island Seguin seems to be designated by nature
for this purpose." Even so, sometimes destiny takes its sweet time.
Ten years passed before President George Washington ordered the first
Seguin Island Light, finished in 1795 for $6,300, At 186 feet -above sea
level, it is Maine's highest light, and one of the country's oldest. While
an isolated island wrapped in fog is the perfect place for a light
station, it is also an atmosphere conducive to human tragedy. Count John
Polereczky, a Frenchman, became Sequin's first keeper. The job was meant
as a reward for his service in the American Revolution, but became more
like punishment. He had to purchase his own boat and supplies --- and he
complained that at $200 per year, he simply didn't make enough money to do
so. In the first year alone, he lost a small boat, a canoe, and a large
boat worth $300. Evidently, no one listened. Polereczky died penniless and
boatless on Seguin. Some say it was his ghost that haunted later keepers: They reported doors opening and closing by themselves and mysterious coughing from an unseen source- Others believe that the instigator was the ghost of a nineteenth century keeper, or that of his wife, who played the same tune on the piano --- over and over and over again until she drove the keeper insane. He hacked apart the piano with an ax. He killed her and then killed himself. Legend claims that the same piano tune can be heard drifting from the island on still, calm evenings. Click on each image to view a larger size in a new window.
[site/styles/BottomPage.htm] Photography By Paul L. Brady © Harbour Lights December 13, 2001 |