From 1940(?) to perhaps 1947 I spent my summers at Blackman's Point,Trailor Camps. at Brant Rock. Oh, the memories it still stirs up even to this day.

The family friends, in Pembroke, that I visited with for the summer worked for Miss Blackman, a very wealthy, elderly, spinster that lived away from the Point on the other side of Marshfield.
She was a very proper,strict and frugal lady, but was always nice to me.

Miss Drake was the bookkeeper and overseer of the whole place. She was an older school teacher that spent the whole summer vacation on this second job. She and I parted friendship when the second summer I was there, I was told by my elders to go to the main house and cordially greet and welcome her back. Not really wanting to waste time away from having fun I raced to the big house and hurriedly dashed into her office with " welcome back Miss",,,,,,,,, and there I stood searching my brain for her name. She looked at me perplexed and a half smile which made me more nervous and all of a sudden I blurted out with a relieved big smile "Welcome Back Miss Duck". MISS DRAKE's face dropped and turned into the worst scowl that I think I had ever seen. She thought that I had insulted her on purpose and from that day on she never spoke to me again.

Lawrence Aldrich was the caretaker of the buildings and the flower beds at the entrance to the property, His mother Flora did all the linen laundry for the rooms that were rented out up over the converted barn, next to the main house, and also the linen for the cotages on the back end of the property.

Although I can't remember what the rent for these cottages and rooms were, or the fees that were paid for for the trailer lot rentals , I do know that it was sure a huge money making operation for Miss Blackman.

When there would be a good, early low tide we kids would all scramble over the cement walls and down the big rocks to harvest all the kelp that we could handle in bushel baskets and then cart it off down on Ocean Street, Brant Rock, to a place that would give us three cents a bushel basket full. I don't remember what the name of the place was, but I think that they made some kind of Moss Pudding or Kelp pudding to sell. We all shuddered at the thought of having a pudding made out of the salty, rubbery, slimy stuff. ha ha

In those days there was Peterson's big store on the main street that carried dry goods and just about anything that one could want both for residents as well as campers. And the favorite place for us to have lunch every Friday was Phillip's Lobster Pot. We always ordered the same thing every Friday and Marge, the owners daughter, home from college would see us coming and put our orders into the kitchen before we even were seated. We always felt so important and well received and the food was always beyond our greatest expectations. The large movie house was within a stone's throw from the store and luncheonette and was always the great treat of the week to go to the Saturday afternoon show.

Well, I do tend to ramble on, so I will close for now and say good bye, thanking you all for a wonderful stroll down memory lane through your great site

Contributed by Bea - Thanks Bea!

FESSENDON'S WIRELESS STATION at BLACKMAN'S POINT - http://www.newsm.org/Wireless/Fessenden/Fessenden.html