I have lived in this area for over forty years. It is beautiful and has been a wonderful place to have raised our children.
This old lighthouse (ten minutes from our home) is called the Outer Light. The one way off in the distance on the land side of the jetty is called the Inner Light.
Where?
Hint: A few houses to the left of the Inner Light is the long time residence of one of Americas most iconic actresses until she passed at the age of 96.
Another hint: She wore pants when other women would not.
Hint number three: One of her last films was made 'On Squam Lake' in New Hampshire.
--CarolynnWith2Ns
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Sounds like Katharine Hepburn. Love her! Love lighthouses as well. Beautiful place.
Cynthia beat me to it. My name, Katharine, is spelled like hers. the location is Old Saybrook, Connecticut.
And the movie is ON GOLDEN POND: ""Ethel Thayer." It sounds like I'm lisping, doesn't it?"
Winners for sure. Sorry no prizes.
Even though I now live in a small town next door Old Saybrook is a great place to be. Over the years it was not unusual to see Miss Hepburn around town. We were always very protective of her.
Hee hee... This was easy.
And speaking of inner lights: I'm gonna work on letting mine shine a little more in 2020.
I named my daughter, Kate, after Katherine Hepburn. And what a beautiful view. I love lighthouses. Even the haunted ones.
Knew the place immediately. I live in nearby Mystic.
Here's a Kate story.
Many years ago I was driving by a local fish store. There she was climbing the step to enter the store, No doubt it was Miss Hepburn. Red hair, rather tall, baggy slacks.
I was young and stupid and not respecting her need for privacy. I yelled, "Hey Kate." Without turning around she raised her arm and waved. She could hardly go anywhere without being noticed. As I got older when tourists asked where her house was none I never told. Townies never told. We respected her.
Another story.
Our family was walking out of the woods on a local blueberry farm that sold Christmas trees that had been planted years before way back in the woods. As we dragged our tree across the field there was Miss Hepburn walking towards us with her driver. As we passed she wished us a Merry Christmas. We smiled and all of us wished her the same back. Our girls thought she was just a nice old neighbor lady traipsing off into the woods for a tree.
They were right.
I loved her. She was such a classy woman.
Beautiful photo as well. I've always wanted to live in a lighthouse...
That's a beautiful photo, Carolynn. I love lighthouses (and Katharine Hepburn stories). Many years ago I visited the lighthouse in Point Arena, CA, with its beautiful Fresnel lens, and I've been a fan ever since. Have you seen the recent picture book Hello, Lighthouse by Sophie Blackall? It's gorgeous.
I love the lighthouses, but I love their names even more. Someday I'll get to your part of the country to see these things and hear more stories of KH, and eat your special foods. Until then, thanks for the taste.
Stunning!
Ah, I love this! Cool stories, too, 2Ns.
2Ns, what a gorgeous view. I can understand why you haven't moved far away.
Beautiful view, 2NN’s. You are blessed.
Brenda
How great, 2Ns, that you can say "To the Lighthouse" every day!
What a gorgeous place. I adore lighthouses! And Katharine Hepburn... I too am actually a Katharine on my birth certificate even if I always go by Kate.
2NNs, your Kate stories are a little bit like my family's Bruce Springsteen stories! Many of us have had a Sighting™ (not me, somehow, other than in concert)
What a great shot of the lighthouses! It really speaks to my oceanic sensibilities. (I've got a lighthouse story starting in my head, I think, but my head hasn't let me in on it yet.)
I took the picture just before the sun set. It was a lovely evening after having dinner on a friend’s boat. On the way back I wanted to catch both lighthouses in the same shot.
When I look at that picture now I think about not only that day but about the day years earlier when the same friend took us just a little further out on Long Island Sound to (Bell 8) in order to scatter the ashes of both my parents.
That my mom and dad rest where the Connecticut River meets Long Island Sound gives me comfort because it was what they wanted.
On that day the weather was not lovely. It was fittingly-gray and god-awful cold. We were in an open boat with a center console. The water was rough and washed over the bow as the Sound rolled with the wind. We had to white knuckle the console rail and plant our feet with knees bent as if we were standing in the back of an old pickup on a corduroy road. Salt water sprayed our faces and soaked our clothes.
My father would have loved it.
It was not a sad day. It was a day to say farewell the way my mom and dad wanted, together on fierce sea.
No gravestones for my parents. The got lighthouses and Bell8.
I have seen the coast of Connecticut twice in my life. Neither time did it look like glass. It was stormy and the waves were awesome creations. It is so nice to see it as only the residents have the chance to.
Thank you also for letting us see your beautiful soul. Love you a bunch Carolynnithwith2nns.
Many years ago I watched a TV bio of her. Found out her brothers called her Kathy. That little factoid made her so much more real for me.
Wonderful stories, 2Ns. So glad I stopped by, albeit a little late. I'm still hanging out a while if you wanna drop anymore. It's so cool to have stories.
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