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The Simple Art of Uncle Oscar

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Category: Vintage PicsTag: Animals, Fish, Birds, Bugs, Etc, Artwork, Isles of Shoals, Seacoast Poetry

Celia Thaxter’s baby brother was an artist and poet too

Sketch by Oscar Laighton (Star Island Collection)

He was a simple working man with a famous sister. But Oscar Laighton did one thing better than everyone else in his family – he survived. He died just a few months shy of his 100th birthday and became the 20th-century icon of Victorian life at the Isles of Shoals. Oscar was also, in a very small way, a poet and a painter.

On the tiny Isles of Shoals Oscar Laighton was a superstar. He arrived at White Island in 1839, just three months old, when his father Thomas Laighton, a sometime successful businessman and politician, became lighthouse keeper. Oscar died in 1939, three months shy of his 100th birthday. He spent most of his century on the barren islands. According to his own account in “90 Years on the Isles of Shoals”, Oscar was 16 years old before he first set foot on the New Hampshire mainland 10 miles away.

Oscar Laighton young and old (Portsmouth Athenaeum)

Although he was known to sketch and write poems, Oscar Laighton’s local fame came largely from longevity and proximity. His father, Thomas, purchased four of the nine Isles of Shoals, intending first to rebuild the Gosport fishing industry, then to become a sheep herder and a store owner. In the end, Thomas and his sons, Oscar and Cedric, established a hotel and tourist industry that survives today.

His sister Celia Laighton Thaxter gained notoriety in the second half of the 19th century as one of New England’s few prominent female authors. After the death of their parents, Oscar, Celia and Cedric — who called his brother Oscar “Bocky” from childhood — owned both the large hotel on Appledore and the one that survives today on Star Island, hosting as many as 600 visitors at a time.

Birdhouse by Oscar
Sailboat by Oscar
Codfish by Oscar

Sister Celia died at age 59 in 1892. The Appledore Hotel burned in 1914, but Oscar lived on and on. Star Island was purchased from the Laightons in 1905 by a religious-based group and became the summer conference center that it remains today. For thirty years thereafter, Oscar was a fixture of the island. He is even depicted in postcards of the era — writing his memoirs on the Oceanic porch, posing with female conferees, standing in his fishing boat in a characteristic dark suit with flowing white beard.

Though handsome in youth and eternally romantic, Oscar never married. His privately published book of verse “Songs and Sonnets” contains simple poems of the sea and of love, each similar to the next in tone and content. As an artist he sketched two things — fish and sailboats — again and again. Uncle Oscar’s ultimate creation was Uncle Oscar, an uncomplicated island character, a touchstone to the Golden Era of the Appledore House, when famous Boston-area artist made Celia’s salon their summer retreat. And through it all was Uncle Oscar, enjoying the attention, loving the women in summer, and savoring a century of island sunsets

Copyright J. Dennis Robinson. Images of Oscar Laighton courtesy Portsmouth Athenaeum.

SONG
By Oscar Laighton

A storm is gathering in the air,
The gulls fly high in circles wide,
Deep murmurs usher in the tide
Foaming o’er rocks all brown and bare.

These precious Isles are anchored fast,
Storm-swept by many a northeast gale
That rends the bolt rope from the sail,
And breaks in twain the groaning mast!

O love, my heart is like the sea,
Surging with every gale that blows,
Longing for winds that bring the rose,
The happy summer-time and thee.
————

BECALMED
By Oscar Laighton

Like a dream the moon shone down
On the craft off Provincetown.

With them on the shining bay.
My old fishing schooner lay,

Rolling gently with the tide,
Her rough rigging glorified,

Outlined on the moonlit stream
Like a ship seen in a dream.

Slow the movement of her rails,
Filled aloft her idle sails.

Though so calm that pleasant night,
From my boat to Highland Light,

Awful under winter stars,
Crashed the waves on Peaked Hill Bars!

—————

Source: Poems from “Songs and Sonnets”, undated and privately published in Andover, MA com

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