Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
PROMPT Wednesday, April 7 The Flannan Isles Lighthouse Disappearances In 1900, three keepers of the Flannan Isles Lighthouse off the west coast of Scotland disappeared under the strangest of circumstances. The lighthouse was manned by a three-person team (Thomas Marshall, James Ducat, and Donald MacArthur), with a fourth man rotating in from shore. On Boxing Day (December 26) of 1900, the relief keeper arrived to find none of the lighthouse keepers present. The only sign that anything was amiss was an overturned chair near the kitchen table. No bodies were ever found, which has led to endless speculation. Theories range from drownings to abduction by foreign spies, a ghost ship, or a giant sea monster. Whatever happened back in December 1900 at the Flannan Isles Lighthouse, we may never know. So, tell us what happened to the lighthouse keepers! The three keepers sat around a small lighthouse kitchen. Their Christmas gifts were put away. Now the ornaments needed boxed up. They put the tinsel carefully in the worn boxes. Huddled around the potbelly stove, Thomas started the storytelling. He had a few good ones. Then James brought out the old Scotch. Donald added another interesting yarn. Soon they were laughing and not paying attention to a small hornet’s nest above their heads. This nest was there all summer, but never noticed by the busy men. With the heat of the potbelly stove, some of the hornets somehow were waking up. They worked their way out of the nest, began flying about. It’s easy to not notice some flying insects after a few snorts of Scotch. The hornets flew around their heads. They batted them away. The hornets returned. The three men again batted them away. The third time the hornets did not leave. They stung the lighthouse keepers. Thomas screamed, ran down the steps and threw himself into the sea. James fell off his chair and followed Thomas into the sea. Donald tried to use the chair to swat the hornets, but soon followed the others into the sea. These three men never learned to swim so they soon perished in the high tide. Their bodies were washed out into the ocean. W/C 223 |
Traveling in Wyoming today reminded me just how wide open and wonderful the West is. We traveled from Roundup, MT to Cheyenne, WY on our way to Ohio. We ran through rain, snow, rain, snow and rain combined, rain, and more snow, and then the sun and blue sky. But Wyoming. My goodness. It is the least populous and least densely populated state in the contiguous US. As I looked this up on the internet, the population is only 586,000 and some. That would be a small city in most states. Now Montana is sparsely populated as well, but much larger. We have over a million residents, and are the third least densely populated state. And the eighth least populated. But after I thought about this a bit, we've had a lot of folks move into this part of the US the past few years. People want out of the cities, the more populated areas. So soon our towns will grow as well, We are traveling to Ohio for a short stay. Hubby is then traveling on to Virginia for a day or so and then back to Ohio then back to Montana in another week or so. This is our big trip for the year. A trip to see my mother, probably for the last time. But it is also a time for her to meet her great-grandaughter and great-grandson. I pray that the planning we've made works out. On through Nebraska tomorrow! |