Stuck once again

Now that we had the history of our old house back a century-and-a-half, there was still a 20-year gap of getting from Lucy M. Hooper, Anne Dodge, and Mary Roberts, who were named in the 1875 deed transfer, and the Shackford Est of the 1855 Eastport map.

Which Shackford was the Est, presumably for Estate, in the 1855 map?

It was a prolific family in town at the time.

Shackford is a name existing as three places in Eastport: a cove just south of the downtown, a head of land occupied today by a state park, and a residential street.

Just who were they?

I was already working this line from the earliest materials and trying to see if I could connect someone to the material you’ve already seen.

The central question, remember, was how far back did this house go?

It was time to take Captain John Shackford senior seriously.

Upbeat in more ones than one

He plays everything. Even automobile hubcaps. And he’s a fine tenor, as we discovered one spring. Even a devilish composer, shown by his setting of a Longfellow poem we tackled under his direction.

He has a discerning ear, fine sense of humor, and rocks as well as Renaissance. He’s also a clean conductor, with supporting gestures, even when he’s playing ukelele on the podium.

Our Mister Music, or Music Man, as Gene Nichols is known in Washington County, Maine, and beyond. Director of Quoddy Voices.

I’m still not quite sure was his center of gravity is, but his orbit is quite wide.

Fort Point at Stockton Springs

Having passed Searsport and now at anchor in Stockton Springs

Captain Becky’s reading in the galley
from Lincoln Ross Colcord’s Sailing Days on the Penobscot
of the treacherous trip from here,
where the crooked, tricky Penobscot River is said to begin
and the 24 miles to Bangor and Brewer at the first falls
and all the lumber collected from upstream

even the 18 miles from Bucksport was a terror
in the days of sails

 tidewalkers
broken logs along the shoreline
and river
can sink a ship

60 boats a day at Bangor and Brewer

schooners lashed three abreast
for the Bangor stretch
pulled by a steamboat

Make way!

All in the family, one way or another

After all of that, I backtracked and realized Commander Albert Buck never owned the house. It had instead passed to Fisher Ames Buck’s daughter, Alice May Buck, who died in August 1955. Presumably, she had no children.

And after that, ownership passed to Arline F. [Fallon] Vaughn (1898-1974), the daughter of George and Fanny (Buck) Fallon — Fisher’s daughter. Arline was employed for many years by Moore-McCormick Shipping Lines in New York. Her obituary listed no husband or children. She was buried at Hillside.

Also named in the proceedings was Rose Lee, presumably the remarried widow. The search goes on.

In short, by 1975 our house had apparently become a summer home or rental property under absentee ownership.