One view of the Pitkin House in 1987, we were standing at the point. Notes to come as continue the digitization of all the old files and photos. The old chap told us not to throw "any damn cigarette butts" on his yard. More to come.
I had a lousy camera that day but a better one the next day. At the small store by the dock, we sat and chatted with a Census taker who worked the islands in the Casco Bay. My son ran to pet a goose who did not want to be petted and extended its neck and tried to bite him. The island taxi didn't look all that dependable so we walked from the dock to the Pitkin House on the far side of Cliff Island. The island US Post Office startled me in its design. One must walk across a bridge over a rather steep gorge to enter the PO. The island's small church was vacant most of the time. We saw islanders emptying their lobster traps for Portland restaurants. More photos and notes to come.
James Patterson
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