Carl Ross Jennette Sr ~ A daughter’s remembrance

Carl Ross Jennette

In April of 2012, I received a package in the mail from my Cousin, Anne Jennette Kelsey. Anne’s Father was Carl Ross Jennette Sr, brother to my Grandmother, Gladys Winifred Jennette. The pages contained within the package shed some light on an Uncle who I didn’t really know much about due to him being partially raised away from Cape Hatteras, NC. Thank you Cousin Anne, for sharing your memories.

Carl Ross Jennette, was born on September 17, 1912 in Buxton, North Carolina. He was the son of Devaney Farrow and Ella Gray Jennette. Dr. Johnson delivered this fourth child to the family which was also composed of his two brothers, Devaney Elwood and Hubert Winton Jennette. And of course his sister Gladys Winifred Jennette, as mentioned prior.

Slender and tall in statue, he was a serious man that carried this trait into adulthood. A trait that would be of great benefit to him later in life. Being from this tiny barrier island thirty some miles offshore, like most whose family had lived there for generations, he could boast kinship to many. Ross spoke often to his daughter Anne, of his Cousin Isaac Jennette and the adventures that they shared. Isaac was the son of Baxter Jennette who was brother to Ross’s Father, Devaney “Dane” Jennette. The two grew up across from each other in the village of Buxton, just north of the present day location of the post office.

Ross’s time on Cape Hatteras was not to be long though. He had almost reached his teen years when in 1919,his Father received assignment as Assistant Keeper at the Cape Fear Lighthouse on Smith Island, North Carolina. So together the family moved to this remote island near Southport. But with time, he came to love the island. Being that he was born and raised in a place so similar, he quickly felt right at home.

There were of course differences between Cape Hatteras and the island he now called home. The later of the two did not have a schoolhouse or teacher. With only the lighthouse keepers, their families, and the men stationed at the Cape Fear Life Saving Station on the island, there was no need for such. So during the school year Ross and Elwood boarded at Mrs. Seller’s in Southport, so that they could attend classes. Mrs. Sellers took in children throughout the county and island.

During the summer months the two brothers would return to Smith Island so that they could be with their family. No doubt they assisted their Father with tasks common to manning a lighthouse. But when it came to ways of making money, Ross had other ideas. He would scour the island collecting turtle eggs which he would then sell. Turtle Egg Duff, was a common dish in the area.

As with all students, those school years eventually came to an end. Ross and two friends decided to turn to shrimping for a living. They did very well with this venture. In the meantime this lighthouse keeper’s son met his bride to be. Marie Wescott was the daughter of the Reverend William Chester and Annie Thomas Wescott of Southport. On April 18, 1931…the two married.

L to R: Elwood Jennette, Ella Nora Dickerson, Carl Ross Jennette Sr. Devaney F. Jennette in background.

Times were tough in the south during those years which led Ross to enlist in the United States Coast Guard at the Ditch Plain Station in Montauk, New York. Yet again, he found himself living on an island much like the one of his youth. This act led him to a twenty six year career in the service. In all, he was stationed up and down the coast at twelve different locations.

The Great New England Hurricane of 1938, found Ross stationed at the Shinnecock Life Saving Station located at Hampton Bays.The crew was lucky to escape with their lives as the fierce storm swept the station out to sea and left the men with many a harrowing story to tell. R.A. Scotti has published an excellent book about this hurricane for those who are interested in learning more.

Carl Ross Jennette, no doubt if he was here, could tell us much more about his time spent in the U.S.C.G. Perhaps he would sit and chat about the events of World War II, where German saboteurs landed on Long Island on June 13, 1942 while he was in charge of the Amagansett Station. His following obituary sheds some light on that historic event.

Ross had many sea stories to tell and like most who served in the USCG, he lived a dangerous life at times through acts of rescuing those in distress on both land and sea. Anne recalls the story of when the fishing vessel, The Pelican, sunk off Montauk Point, New York. Ross and his crew had to assist in retrieving the dead bodies from the ocean. Some of which had been in the water for quite some time. He remembers how horrific it was and how the young sailors got sick due to the stench.

When he retired he was working at Guild Hall in East Hampton, NY. His wife Marie, passed when she was fifty five years of age. Ross never remarried. She was the love of his life. Out of this union two children were born, his son and namesake Carl Ross Jr, and their daughter Anne. Five grandchildren also followed.

From his daughter Anne…

“He was a quiet man who came from humble beginnings. He saw hard times and he rose above them. He was always a perfect gentleman. He loved his family and that was the most important thing to him. He could be stubborn but he also was a man of high principles…He is missed.”


Julian Austin: Portrait of a Keeper’s Family

Siblings ~ Julian Haywood Jr & Marilyn Austin
Photo courtesy of Marilyn Austin Meads

Written by Cheryl Shelton-Roberts

In the living room of the Cape Hatteras Double keepers’ quarters (DKQ) in 1928, Katherine Dobson Austin, placed a mirror under her Christmas tree that her husband, Julian Austin Sr., had cut for her in nearby Buxton Woods. Upon it she rested various miniature animals and fish, creating a Christmas scene for her family. It was her favorite time of year. She hung angel-faced ornaments and old Kriss Kringle paper ornaments while arranging and rearranging a string of glass beads on her Hatteras Christmas Tree. She took great care with these ornaments that she had brought from her home in Maryland. As she looked out the window, she proudly watched her young husband stride across the spacious light station grounds, wearing the cap of a respected Cape Hatteras Lighthouse Keeper.
Assistant Keeper Julian Haywood Austin, son of John Lotson Austin and Markey “Empie” (Poyner) Austin, had been born February 20, 1898, at their family home in Trent, now know as Frisco, North Carolina. From mid 1916 until Christmas Day 1917, Julian served on three lightships including LV 71 stationed on Diamond Shoals off Cape Hatteras. He hopped jobs from one “oiler” to another and returned to the U.S. Lighthouse Service June 27, 1921. Julian began work on LV 49, which would begin his uninterrupted Lighthouse Service career. He transferred to Choptank River Light, Maryland. It was here that Julian began courtship of a lovely young lady, his future wife.
Katherine married Julian on September 27, 1923. They spent a month-long honeymoon at the Choptank River Light, and Katherine loved her time as a new bridge on the old Chesapeake Bay Light. Julian transferred to the Cape Charles Light Station on Smith Island, Virginia, in 1925, and Katherine bore Julian a fine son, his namesake, May 18, 1926. Several months later, the young family would find themselves at Cape Hatteras.

At Christmastime, Katherine was happy amongst a network of friends and family, learning to bake Miss Sudie Jennette’s famous biscuits while shaping their half of the DKQ into a warm home. Keeper Unaka Jennette’s son, Rany, often told Katherine that her Christmas tree was the prettiest he’d ever seen. The colorful, hand-blow glass ornaments in the shapes of a pipe with Santa’s head at the end of the stem, and the festive round ornaments became a lifelong memory for this young boy. And Julian Jr’s strongest memory at Hatteras as a wee lad is how he loved to swing on the porch of the DKQ. Contented days continued as Katherine was expecting her second child.
Marilyn Ione Austin, was born in the family home in Frisco, the next village south of the Cape Hatteras Light Station, on April 14, 1929. Just days before her birth, Julian Sr. transferred to Brant Island Lighthouse in the Pamlico Sound, and later to the Roanoke River Lighthouse at the mouth of the Roanoke River, North Carolina.
Though Julian was often absent from his young and growing family, Katherine was safely in the charge of Julian’s widowed mother who lived in the home built by Julian’s grandfather, William Poyner. Just across the street from his mother Empie, Julian Sr. had finished his and Katherine’s own home in 1923.
Katherine was a venturesome young woman who took her two little ones with her to visit Julian at the Roanoke River Light, the family traveling to and from the water bound screw pile lighthouse by boat. When returning to the mainland, they walked to Mr. Askew’s farm near Mary Hill, where Keeper Austin parked his car in a barn. If alone on these trips, he would occasionally drop in and visit the Askews for a little friendly conversation and share news. During one trip, one of the tenant farmer’s children had measles and shared them generously with visitors.
And then the decisive factor that would separate the family for several years happened. Marilyn continued, “momma contracted tuberculosis. She got real sick and she went to the McCain Sanitarium in Pinehurst, North Carolina, where she stayed for two and one-half years.”
Marilyn recalled the trip when her Dad was taking Julian nine, Marilyn six, and Verna barely one-year old away from Frisco and her mother to stay with Grandmother Dobson in Maryland. “We took the Little Creek Ferry and Momma said, “Now, don’t cry–big girls don’t cry.” Momma was down there on the dock waving and waving–I chewed my lip to pieces trying not to cry. And while we were on the way to Gran’ma’s, Verna needed her milk. Gran’dad went into a farmhouse and explained to the family there that he needed to warm the bottle up. And they let him and after that they became friends.”
When the family arrived in Oxford, Katherine’s mother, suffering from scarlet fever, greeted them. Grandmother Dobson struggled to care for her three grandchildren.
Julian Sr. returned to Bodie Island alone to handle his keeper’s duties professionally in spite of his great concern for his wife, three children, and mother-in-law.
Those lonely hours standing solitary vigil at the Bodie Island Lighthouse were filled with the solace of reading. All three Austin children agreed that their father loved history. “He had his own fine collection of books; he could have taught history, he knew so much,” an admiring Verna remembered.
Keeper Austin decided that Grandmother Dobson couldn’t keep all three children. Marilyn and Julian Jr. had to make their own transfer in 1934, to Bodie Island to stay with him. Julian’s first memories at Bodie Island are of the…”MOSQUITOS!” he said with emphasis.
Julian did what he could to help his father such as keeping the firewood boxes filled. Marilyn washed dishes, cleaned for the family, and learned to cook from the time she could reach the wood stove. She also chopped a lot of wood. They attended school in Manteo.
While her family tended the light station, Katherine kept her own watch from her hospital room. Separation was required for tuberculosis patients prior to the advent of antibiotics. One day, she thought she recognized a group of people approaching. Excitedly, she went into the hall by her room and waited. Echoes of her children reached her long before signed confirmed their presence. Katherine waited.
“I was trembling as I walked down the long hall,“ Marilyn said in her soft voice. The woman called to her, “Marilyn!” Marilyn spun about and saw the open arms of her mother. She ran to her and her mother’s embrace held all the warmth she had dreamed of for nearly two years.
“Momma came home to Bodie Island sometime in 1938. We were so glad to see her!” Marilyn said with a smile. “Mr. Vernon Gaskill, furnished a pheasant for our celebration dinner. Verna came down later after Momma came home and got settled in. For nearly five years, we were along–but, we were happy.”
For his family’s health, Keeper Austin had labored to raise a garden. Judging by the tentative hold that any life has on the windblown island, it is hard to imagine anyone could coax a garden to yield fresh produce. But Julian Sr. had worked magic with plants.
Marilyn noted, “We left Bodie Island Lighthouse in June of 1940, and after taking our furniture to Frisco to our family home, we moved to Tilghmans Island, because Dad had been transferred to the Sharps Island Lighthouse. Julian Jr. went to war.”
For the next decade, Keeper Austin received various transfers. “1950 was the year my Dad retired from the U.S. Lighthouse Service, with 32 years of faithful service. The Korean War had broken out and Julian Jr. was sent there right away. He was captured in February of 1951, and became a prisoner of war for two and one-half years.”
Marilyn added, “Momma received some letters from Korea verifying that her son was deceased, but she would not give up hope. She never believed he was dead. Something kept her going. And he came back from Korea, but he was legally blind and 100% disabled.”
“Mom and ad retired at the family home in Frisco, where she was able to love and keep her grandchildren as much as we’d let her,” Verna smiled.
The Austin children cherish memories of their family. From sixty years ago, Marilyn opened her tight grip on two small pieces of paper she had been holding for hours and waiting to share. She took them from an autograph book that her Mother had given her when they were preparing to move from Bodie Island. Katherine and Julian Sr. also signed the book on Marilyn’s eleventh birthday.
“May 11, 1940.
Dear Daughter, I think your freckles are cute although I tease you a lot about them. My time here at our Bodie Island Lighthouse Station is short, our happy days here past. I couldn’t picture what the future will be. But let us hope we will be located at some station together. I will never forget our Bodie Island. Love Dad.”
The second note reads, “Darling, Marilyn, this is April 14, 1940. Sometime when you’re grown and look over this little book you’ll remember the night I wrote this. Bodie Island has been taken over by the Coast Guard and we’re soon to leave here.
It’s farewell to this lighthouse and it makes us all sad. I love my little freckled-face girls so much and I hope you’ll have a long, happy life. Give to the world the best that you have and the best will come back to you. Your ever-loving Mother. Happy Birthday, sweetheart. Katherine Austin.”

Indeed, these are “keepers.”

© Cheryl Shelton-Roberts. Cheryl is a lighthouse historian and author of several books on lighthouses. She and her husband Bruce Roberts, are cofounders of the Outer Banks Lighthouse Society since 1994, which earned it’s 501 c3 status in 1995.

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A lighthouse, an actor, and a proposal…

Junius Brutus Booth

Written by Ray Midgett of Washington, NC.

In 1822, a renowned actor, while making passage between Norfolk and Charleston, had a chance encounter with a fellow passenger. Perhaps while viewing the Cape Hatteras Light, the young thespian tells of his desire “to retire from public life and keep a lighthouse”.(1) By chance, the stranger happens to be one Thomas H. Blount, the Collector of Customs for the port of Washington, N.C. As Collector of Customs, he is responsible for the administration of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse. Mr. Blount must have been impressed with the young actor because Blount eventually offers him the position of light keeper. The actor is Junius Brutus Booth, the Father of the yet to be born, John Wilkes Booth.

On May 1, 1796, Junius Booth, was born in London, England. He was the son of a lawyer. Early on he showed tremendous talent on the stage and became a celebrated performer throughout England. But by 1821, Booth had run away to the United States with a young woman, abandoning his wife and son and settled in a farmhouse near Bel Air, Maryland. Booth quickly became one of the most renown actors in America. Critic William Winter said, “He was followed as a marvel. Mention of his name stirred an enthusiasm no other could awaken.”(2)

Booth soon tired of the fame and pressure of acting, thus his desire for the simpler life. Quoting from his own memorandum describing his conversation with Mr. Blount, on board ship:

“Spoke to Mr. Blount, Collector of Customs, and one of the passengers, about Cape Hatteras Lighthouse. He offered it to me with the dwelling house, and twenty acres of land attached; and a salary of $300 per annum, for keeping the light, government providing oil and cotton, a quart of oil per diem. Grapes, watermelons, cabbages, potatoes, carrots, and onions grow in abundance there. Rain water the only drink; a cistern on the premises for that purpose. Abundance of fish and wild fowl; pigs, cows, and horses find good pasture. Soil too light for wheat or corn. Flour bought for four or five dollars a barrel. The office is for life, and only taken away through misbehavior. Lighthouse seventy-five feet high; light requires trimming every night at twelve o’clock. No taxes whatever. Firewood is procured from the pieces of wreck found on the shoals. One dollar per day is the charge for men who assist in cases of wreck. Strawberries, currant bushes, and apple trees should be taken there; also a plough, spades, and chest of carpenter tools. Pine tables the best. Mr. Blount is to write me word if the office can be given me in April next, from his seat in Washington, North Carolina.” (3)

History tells us Booth was not granted the position. His managers, not wanting to suffer the loss of revenue from their superstar client, managed to prevent his appointment. Thus Booth settled down for good in Maryland, where he raised his family. One can only image how different history might be if Junius had fulfilled his aspiration to be a Hatteras Lighthouse Keeper, and John Wilkes had been raised at the Cape.

1. The Elder and the Younger Booth, by Asia Frigga Clarke. Junius Brutus Booth pp. 63-64.
2. Wikipedia – Article on Junius Brutus Booth
3. The Elder and the Younger Booth, by Asia Frigga Clarke. Junius Brutus Booth pp. 63-64.


In search of Harvey Farrow

Usually, I start a blog off by posting a photograph of the subject. This go around, there are none to be found. I will however, post one of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse because it does play a major role in this story. Funny how researching for one blog resulted in me sliding to a quick halt, to start another.

I have recently been researching my family’s connection to all who served at the Cape Hatteras Light Station. I had always known that there were Farrows, in my family tree that were keepers. Most of the names on the list, I recognized. But then I came to the name, Harvey Farrow. He is among those listed by the Outer Banks Lighthouse Society, as being a keeper at Hatteras.

Harvey…now who in the world was Harvey ? His first name is not one common in my line, or any other Hatteras Farrows. A mystery had just been found. I headed straight for Google and What I have found is just the beginning of the story. A story I’ll start off with by posting a copy of a 1870 Census from the Hatteras Township of Dare County, NC., which shows a twenty three year old Harvey Farrow, living in the same household as Harry and Sarah Farrow, along with several other family members. Their color is listed as b (black).

1870 Census for Hatteras Township, Dare Co.

The 1870 Census also list a Nancy Farrow, living in the home. Nancy’s 1936 Death Certificate, does list Harry and Sarah as her parents, which proves that she was sister to our Harvey. In 1875, Nancy married a George Riley Midgett of Roanoke Island, Dare County. To read more on Nancy and George, please visit the Dare Co Genweb Project’s Will page for this family.

Next comes an 1880’s Census from the Hatteras Township of Dare County, NC., which list Sarah (Harvey’s Mother), as head of household. Harvey is no longer listed as living with his family, but his wife Mary and his daughter Florence still reside with them.

1880 Census ~ Dare County ~ Hatteras Township

I can honestly say that there isn’t much in the way of information on Harvey’s time spent as a light keeper, that is accessible via the net. I have contacted the National Archives to see if they have any record of him. Being that his time spent at the lighthouse was from 1873-1875, according to the Outer Banks Lighthouse Society, I highly doubt there are any. But, there is always hope.

Update…heard back from the National Archives and they do not have any records for Harvey Farrow. But, the search continues !

Here is what I did find on the AfriGeneas Genealogy and History Forum :

By:Vanessa Johnson
Date: 5/4/2003, 7:30 pm

I’m looking for info on Harvey L. Farrow. He was a lighthouse keeper at Cape Hatteras Lighthouse (N. Carolina) in the 1870’s. Anyone doing research on N. Carolina, Dare County Farrows? Wife-Mary A.; daughter- Florena L. Help!:)

Vanessa did receive one reply:

Re: Farrows
By:Richard Schaefer
Date: 5/7/2003, 8:21 pm
In Response To: Farrows (Vanessa Johnson)

He must have died young….wife is listed as a widow in 1880


Name Relation Marital Status Gender Race Age Birthplace Occupation Father’s Birthplace Mother’s Birthplace
Mary E. FARROW Self W Female B 22 NC Keeping House NC NC
Florena L. FARROW Dau S Female B 3 NC NC NC

Source Information:
Census Place Hatteras, Dare, North Carolina
Family History Library Film 1254961
NA Film Number T9-0961
Page Number 78A

So that is where this lighthouse keeping mystery stands at this point. I have tried to find Farrow kin but have hit a road block. If any descendants of George Reily and Nancy Farrow Midgett stumble upon this blog, please contact me. Really hoping that some of Harvey’s kin, can shed some light on the life of Harvey Farrow, and his time spent as a Cape Hatteras Keeper.

Dawn F. Taylor


And then there were the lighthouses…Part 1

Kenneth H. Dickerson Sr Lighthouse Keeper at Hooper's Island Light Station, MD

In August of last year I put together a blog titled, A Lighthouse Keeper’s Request. It told of the relationship between three of my Jennette family members who were keepers. Since that time, I have been researching my ancestral connection to all who manned these historic beacons. What has been found is a family tie to those men that goes beyond a name written down on paper or a document tucked away in a file. This is my heritage. These are my people.

I’ll start off by giving a brief history on my Grandfather, Kenneth H. Dickerson Sr., and explain how he ended up on the remote island of Cape Hatteras, in the early 1920’s. My Grandfather was born August 21, 1900, in Pottawatomie County, Oklahoma. When only sixteen years of age, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy.The year was 1916. Through documentation we have learned that dear old Granddad upped his birth date by two years, in order to be old enough to join. This action eventually landed him in Buxton, as a radioman with the Navy.

Gladys W. Jennette, a native islander, was my Grandmother. She was the daughter of lighthouse keeper Devaney F. and Ella Gray Jennette. She was also the one who caught Granddad Dickerson’s eye and won his heart. The two married and out of this union came two children, Ella Nora and Kenneth H. Dickerson Jr. Kenneth Jr, is my Father. A Father that has many memories while growing up, of visiting such light houses as the Cape Fear Lighthouse on Bald Head Island, NC. And Hooper’s Island Lighthouse, in Maryland’s Chesapeake Bay. But no memories of a lighthouse are more numerous for him than those of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse.

In the mid 1930’s Granddaddy Dickerson, as a civilian, became an Asst. Keeper at Hooper’s Island Light Station. He held this position until 1939. This is the only known station that our family is aware of, where he served. Marrying into a family of keepers, he was destined to at least give this maritime tradition a try.

Hoopers Island Light Station

USLHS Lapel pins ~ handcrafted by Kenneth H. Dickerson Sr

USLHS issued shoe brush

Kenneth Dickerson’s WWII Draft Registration Card.

There is a memory from my childhood that I have shared many a time. When at my Grandparent’s home place in the village of Kinnakeet (present day Avon), I would sleep in the west bedroom. At night when I found it hard to sleep, I would crawl to the end of the bed and watch as the beam from the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, would shine through the branches of the live oak that grew in the yard. Who would have known that all these years later that I would be sitting here sharing the lives of it’s keepers, these kin.


Benjamin Fulcher and his wife Lydia Farrow, were my GGGG Grandparents. Their daughter Sabra, married my GGG Grandfather, William Jennette. Besides Benjamin, there were five known Fulcher keepers at Cape Hatteras Station. Amasa G, Charles, Christopher, Martin, and Randolph. As most who are from Hatteras know, if you’re kin to one Fulcher…you’re kin to them all. Same goes with most relations when is comes to old island families.

Jennette, is one of those families who are among the earliest recorded as living on Hatteras Island. This line, as Cheryl Shelton-Roberts of the Outer Banks Lighthouse Society puts it… ” this one line comprised the Alpha and Omega of the famous light station”. But this family’s service is not only exclusive to the Cape Hatteras Light. Utah Cole Jennette, son of Benjamin Jennette and brother to Hatteras Light’s last Keeper, Unaka B. Jennette, was keeper of the Cape Henry Lighthouse in Virginia Beach, Virginia…for over 20 years. And there is also my Great Grandfather,Devaney Farrow Jennette, 1st Cousins to Unaka and Utah, who after 13 years of service at the Cape Fear Lighthouse, died in it’s lantern room in 1932.

Unaka Benjamin Jennette, 83, retired Cape Hatteras lighthouse keeper, died Tuesday [Sept. 14, 1965] at 4 p.m. in a Norfolk hospital. A native of Hatteras Island, he lived at Buxton. He was a son of Benjamin F. and Mrs. Dorcas F. Jennette and the husband of the late Mrs. Sudie Scarborough Jennette. He became light keeper as a youth and served at old Hatteras Light continuously until it was changed to an automatic light. Capt. Jennette was born in the village of Buxton November 30, 1882. He joined the Lighthouse Service in 1904 as a deckhand. He was transferred to the Diamond Shoals Lightship in 1909 as a Quartermaster. In 1911 he served as captain of the 35 foot channel lightship and later on the lighthouse tender “Maple”. In 1913 he was transferred [the rest of obit was continued on another page which is missing. [the rest of obit was continued on another page which is missing. A photograph accompanied this obituary] (unknown newspaper)

VIRGINIA BEACH – Utah Cole Jennette, 84, died Saturday , Jan. 3, 1976, in a hospital. A native of Buxton, N.C., he was the husband of Mrs. Edna Morrisette Jennette and had lived in Virginia Beach since 1930. He retired as the lighthouse keeper at Ft. Story in 1954. He was a member of Virginia Beach Masonic Lodge #274 and Buxton Southern United Methodist Church. Besides his widow, survivors include five sons: Alton C. Jennette and Carl M. Jennette of Virginia Beach, Army Major Larry F. Jennette of Ft. Sheridan, Illinois, and John S. Litchfield and Linnie Litchfield of Virginia Beach; four daughters: Mrs. Robert Hohl of Virginia Beach, Mrs. Audrey Horton of San Jose, California, Mrs. Joan Ramsey of Vivian, La., and Mrs. Jackie Dixon of Norfolk; two sisters: Mrs. Ethel Middleton of Charlotte, N.C. and Mrs. Earl Miller of Kill Devil Hills, N.C.; 6 grandchildren and a great-grandchild. Funeral arrangements are pending. Maestas Funeral Home has charge.

And there are other Jennettes…

Light keeper Joseph Claude Jennette was the son of William and Naomi Farrow. Joseph and his wife, Terah Williams, gave birth two three sons – Benjamin C, Joseph E, and William B. All served as keepers at Cape Hatteras Station, including Benjamin C’s son, John B. Jennette.

An obituary for John…

John Benjamin Jennette, 80, died Thursday night [March 8, 1951] at a New Bern hospital after an illness of several years. He was a retired lighthouse keeper, native of Cape Hatteras, Dare County and keeper of the Hatteras Inlet Light to 1911. He was transferred to New Bern as keeper of the New Bern Harbor lights. Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon at the Centenary Methodist Church in New Bern at 3:30 o’clock with burial following in the Cedar Grove Cemetery. Surviving are his wife [Delphine Louise Miller Jennette]; two daughters: Mrs. Carl Bartling of New Bern and Mrs. Curtis Edwards of Winston-Salem; three sons: Arthur S. Jennette of Norfolk, John B. Jennette, Jr. of New Bern, and Lt. Comdr. C.E. Jennette of Norfolk. (The Coastland Times [Manteo, NC] – Friday, March 16, 1951; pg. 1)

Then there was Jabez B. Jennette and his wife Salina Farrow. He and my Great Great Grandfather, Isaac L. Jennette, both received United States Life Saving Service medals for their part in the rescue of the crew of the wreck of the Barkentine Ephraim Williams, in 1884. Jabez’s sons, Wallace R. and Zion B., served as Light Keepers at Cape Hatteras Station.

This evening…I am ending here with this installment about my light keeping family. There is way more to come with some very unexpected twists and turns that were found while researching them. But for now…this installment will have to do.

And if you haven’t been keeping track…that makes 16 lighthouse keepers in the family so far. Hope you’ve enjoyed the read.

Dawn F. Taylor


A week of lighthouses

Atop the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse: Dawn F. Taylor, Malcolm Peele, Elizabeth B. Fox

This has been a week of lighthouses and coincidences. From Cape Hatteras to Cape Fear, seems like those light keeping ancestors have been at it. For those who have already read my last blog regarding the return of the bulls eye panel back to Bald Head Island, NC., you know where it is that I am coming from. For those who haven’t, you really should read it. Then there is the lady who I met through Facebook just the other day. She is the owner of a prism that was from the Cape Fear Light. Another piece of the puzzle, I hope to see put back in place.

And today…it has been nothing short of amazing. Started the morning off by telling my Father that I was going to run down to the lighthouse for a couple hours, and then I’d be back. By now, I should know not to say that. The OBXmas and climb Cape Hatteras Lighthouse event was in full swing. Visitors were able to climb the lighthouse at no charge. They were enthusiastically greeted by members of the Outer Banks Lighthouse Society, who were there to educate the public about the history of the light and to also make them aware of their mission to preserve the light houses of eastern North Carolina. Kudos to this mighty fine group.

Now for anyone who is from Hatteras Island, you know that you can’t go anywhere without seeing someone you recognize or someone that is kin. Hence, I ran smack dab into my running buddy and Cousin, Elizabeth B. Fox. Accompanying her, was her long time friend, Dr. Malcolm C. Roberts,of the NCSU College of Veterinary Medicine.

🙂 Onward…we three amigos ended up, after repeatedly saying that I was NOT going to climb the light because of a bad knee, all the way up top. Man what a climb that was, but what a great memory that Cousin Liz, Malcolm, and I now share.

Inside the Cape Hatteras Light - Dawn Taylor and Malcolm Peele

Liz and I never seem to go just one place, when we get together. That old proverbial “snowball”, must somehow know the exact moment we pull out of the driveway. And today that snowball came in the form of a loon. Yes, a loon. One thing that I admire about Liz and her brother (Lou Browning), is that they truly care about the wild life of the island and the environment. That is what has led them both in assisting those that are in distress. Lou is the operator of the Hatteras Island Wildlife Rehabilitation.

So…”Snowy” (yes, I’ve named him/her), was trying to cross NC12 by some form of flapping, scooting, hopping, and waddling. According to Liz, he was trying to make his way to the sound in order to take flight. And since they are not known for their fine walking technique, he found himself in quite an ordeal. That is until we stopped to lend a hand. Liz slowly walked up to Snowy and talked him into getting into the car with us. Okay, so she really didn’t talk him into getting into the car. But I will say that even though I was worried about him attacking the back of my head with his beak, he did make a fine passenger.

After inspection by Lou, “Snowy” turned out to be alright…for the most part. By now, he may be flapping his wings somewhere over the sound. Hope he will always remember that car ride and the good hearted humans that cared enough to stop on their way to the Holiday Open House, at the Graveyard of the Atlantic Museum in Hatteras. I know we’ll never forget him.

Elizabeth B. Fox with "Snowy" the Loon

I have always enjoyed visiting the museum. Plenty of holiday cheer and exhibits greeted us as we walked through it’s door. Walt Fulcher, met us in the foyer. He has done such an amazing job of organizing the United Methodist Men’s Food Bank, on the island. Danny Couch was also there. He is a noted local historian and Chairman of the Friends of the Graveyard of the Atlantic Museum. Always an interesting conversation with him. And Joseph K. Schwarzer, who is the museum’s Executive Director, was present. Between he and Danny, I now know where to look for more info on my lighthouse keeping Great Grandfather. Thanks to you both. And thanks to all who made this day, truly wonderful.

Elizabeth B. Fox and Malcolm Peele

Dawn F. Taylor


A keeper and his lighthouse…

Keeper Devaney F. Jennette with Grandchildren

Devaney Farrow Jennette, was born and reared on Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. In 1908, he entered the United States Lighthouse Establishment. In 1932, he took his last breath and fell over into the arms of Capt’n Swan, in the Lantern Room of the Cape Fear Lighthouse. Over eighty years later…Dawn Farrow Taylor, relit the memory of a Great Grandfather, she never knew. Through listening to old family stories and genealogical research, she came to learn about his life as a dear father, a trusted friend, and a destined lighthouse keeper. And he became a man whose memory…she would never again, let fade.

Keeper Jennette's Grandchildren in front of the Cape Fear Lighthouse

In the winter of 2004, I decided to take my Father on a trip back to his childhood. To a time spent playing on the sandy beaches of Bald Head Island, underneath the shadow of the skeletal tower known as the Cape Fear Lighthouse. This island, this place that Pop called home for 13 years, had become as much an inseparable part of our lives as our dearest family members.

Cape Fear Lighthouse

Often, I sit and look at the black and white photographs that were taken during that era. There are images of Aunt Nonie, holding a doll as she sat in a small chair belonging to Keeper Swan’s children. And there is one of Mom (Great Grandmother Ella Gray Jennette),gracing the front porch of the keeper’s quarters,which faced the barren beach. This is the same beach where Pop fished and the family swam. But we were there to also make new memories. We met Keeper Swan’s son, Reece and his nephew, Ron Hood. We sat and chatted over coffee, with Anne Mills and Marilyn Ridgeway, of the Old Baldy Organization. We had made the journey and thought this would be the end of the story. But Devaney F. Jennette, had other plans…

Keeper Jennette holding Granddaughter in front of the Cape Fear Lighthouse

Have you ever thought that you were in a certain place at a certain time, for a reason you just couldn’t explain ? Call it cosmic forces. Call it fate. You can even call it divine providence. I’ll just say it was Pop’s doing, and leave it at that. One morning I found myself at the home of Rhonda Bates and Wes Lassiter, in Frisco, NC. I was helping to remove some of Rhonda’s art prints from under a piece of furniture. It is then that I spotted what appeared to be a large and heavy object, made of brass and very thick glass. Being out of the Jennette family of lighthouse keepers, it didn’t take long for me to realize what I was looking at. It was a bull eyes panel from a lighthouse ! I turned to Rhonda and asked her, “Where did you get this ?” Her response was one I’ll never forget. “Think it came from some place called Bald Head Island. Wes’ Dad bought it”.

At that point, I believed I knew exactly where it came from. Old Baldy Lighthouse was still standing on the island. But in 1958, the Cape Fear Lighthouse was demolished and the Oak Island Light, took it’s place. Before it’s destruction, the demolition company removed the lens and sold them to an antique dealer in Wilmington, NC. It was that antique dealer who sold the panel to Wes’ Dad. To make a long story short…the lens is now back where it belongs, on Bald Head Island. Guess Pop is still tending to his light. According to Keeper swan’s family, after Pop’s death, one could still hear his footsteps climbing those stairs to the top…one by one. Guess a keeper’s work is truly, never done.

All photographs are from the private collection of Dawn F. Taylor.

Cape Fear Lighthouse ~ Bulls Eye Panel

Dawn Taylor holding bulls eye panel from the Cape Fear Lighthouse