Gay Head Lighthouse, Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts
Gay Head gets its name from the varied colors of the cliffs that flow down to the ocean. Most people appreciate the beauty of the colors, but to Keeper Ebenezer Skiff, they were incentives to seek pay raises. Twice he began letters to the Secretary of the Treasury and to the Commissioner of the Revenue: "Clay ochre and earth of various colours from which this place derived its name" he said "ascend in a sheet of wind from the high cliffs and catch on the glass of the light-house"...he had to haul water for more than a mile and a half because any rainwater he could catch was "red as blood with oker blown from the clifts."  
Pemaquid Point Light, Bristol, Maine

In the year 1903, the keeper of Pemaquid Point Light was Captain Clarence Marr, a life saver of long experience and the hero of many spectacular rescues. On the afternoon of September 16, dense fog lifted suddenly to disclose a stormy, dangerous sky, and the wind began to breeze up from the south-southwest. Captain Poole, skipper of the fishing schooner, "George F. Edmonds" miscalculated the drift of this schooner into Lighthouse Cove during the height of the storm--he and 13 crewmen perished.

West Chop Light,
Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts
West Chop Light still stands as an important beacon for Vineyard Haven Harbor on Martha’s Vineyard Island. Vineyard Haven (formerly called Holmes Hole) served as an important refuge for shipping in Vineyard Sound because of its protected aspect. Over the years Vineyard Haven became and important commercial center, and even today is the only year-round port used by the Steamship Authority ferry service to the island.
New London Ledge Light, New London, Connecticut

In 1938, the worst hurricane of the 20th century swept through New England. The keeper, Howard Beebe, reported that the storm had "washed out everything." In the early morning hours, the engine quit, but the light kept working. Waves came through the second floor and 11 tons of coal washed out of the basement

Marshall Point Lighthouse,
Port Clyde Harbor, Maine
 Marshall Point Light at Port Clyde was first established by the Lighthouse Service in 1832. The light stands watch over the entrance to Port Clyde Harbor on the eastern side of Muscongus Bay. The light tower is similar to the one at Isle au Haut. Located at the water’s edge on an outcropping of boulder, thee white conical tower is make of brick and its base of cut granite. The lantern for many years held a fifth-order lens whose focal plane was 30 feet above the water. The tower, with its base, is only 31 feet tall. A wood bridge resting on granite piles connects the light tower to the land

Chatham Lighthouse,
Chatham, Massachusetts
An interesting story about on e of the keeper, told how an appeal was made to President Taylor in 1849 to retain the current keeper, Mrs. Angeline Nickerson, widow of Keeper Simeon Nickerson, who upon her husband’s death was appointed keeper. A petition had circulated for the re-appointment of Collins Howe, who was maneuvering to regain his position at the lights. A masterpiece of letter-writing was that of Joshua Nickerson (relative?), of Chatham. His message to President Taylor was convincing, and Mrs. Nickerson remained at the lights for many more years.
Cape Neddick Light, York, Maine
In 1874, Congress appropriated $15,000 for the building of a lighthouse on the Nubble. The 41-foot cast-iron tower, lined with brick, was first illuminated on July 1, 1879. At first the lighthouse was painted red, showing a fixed red light through a fourth-order Fresnel lens. The “Nubble Light” still exhibits a red light, but the tower has been painted white since 1902. The red oil house (the only red oil house in the United States) was built in 1902, and the walkway connecting the lighthouse to the keeper’s house was added in 1911.  For a time the Nubble’s 3.000 pound fog bell could be heard by the keeper at Boon Island six miles away.
Ned Point Light,
Mattapoisett, Massachusetts
"Uncle Leonard Hammond thought to fool the lighthouse inspector concerning the progress of the lighthouse construction by taking him to his bar while the workers laid planks across barrels to resemble a floor--the inspector took one step into the lighthouse and promptly disappeared into the foundation!" 

"The smell of the salt, the sting of the spray
The icy wind that bites
The breaking of the dawn, the lighting of the day
And black New England nights"
~excerpt from a poem by Jeannette Lee Haskins, daughter of Keeper Archford Haskins