|The author, on Swain's Island.|
The advent of Mr. Davis as caretaker was a big deal. I was on the Island that day. He arrived dressed "properly": hat and extra-long, black overcoat, black suitcase in hand. His conversation was a persistent diatribe concerning his living quarters, one room, no plumbing. They were somewhat improved fairly quickly, but the plumbing came later. Meanwhile Mr. Davis took a bath every Friday night in a large tin tub. I heard him tell a member on the phone that Friday was a "bad night" for him. She wanted to have a party that night.
I don't know how the rabbits were escorted away, but I do know how the ragged tall grass became the large area of lawn we now know. Mr. Davis worked tirelessly to achieve this. He had a daily routine for doing it piece by piece. It must be said that he never did carpentry or other handyman jobs. Bob was hired to do them.
Tension over how to do jobs eased a great deal when John Thomson became Captain. 'Tis true that I heard people wishing for the "good old days." I didn't see what was good about them.
Betty Burchell has been a member since 1958. She has wide interests, including Sycamore Island, but takes special delight in local Potomac archeology and history.