05x02 - Keep the Lights Burning, Abbie

[bunniefuu]

♪ Reading rainbow ♪

♪ Butterfly in the sky ♪

♪ I can go twice as high ♪

♪ Take a look ♪

♪ It's in a book ♪

♪ A reading rainbow ♪

♪ I can go anywhere ♪

♪ Friends to know ♪

♪ And ways to grow ♪

♪ A reading rainbow ♪

♪ I can be anything ♪

♪ Take a look ♪

♪ It's in a book ♪

♪ A reading rainbow ♪

♪ Reading rainbow ♪

Ahoy, there!

Welcome aboard
the schooner heritage.

We're cruising
off the coast of maine.

Fair weather or foul,
there's nothing like it.

The weather's as changeable
as the wind,

So grab hold
of your slicker

Because today,
we're going sailing!

Stand by
to come about!

Me, too!

And heave, heave, heave!

And heave, heave, heave!

♪ We'll haul away together ♪

♪ Way away ♪

♪ We'll haul away, joe ♪

It takes many folks
to run the heritage,

And everyone
lends a hand.

♪ We'll haul away, joe ♪

♪ So way, haul away ♪

♪ We'll haul away together ♪

♪ Way, haul away ♪

♪ So way, haul away ♪

♪ We'll haul away, joe ♪

♪ So way, haul away ♪

♪ We'll haul away together ♪

♪ Way, haul away ♪

E'll haul away, joe ♪♪

The lees
are a sailing family.

Doug's the master
of the ship.

He makes sure the ship
steers clear of danger

And stays
in the channel.

We want to go
on this course.

Right up
to the rockland lighthouse.


On the compass.

Steer 90 degrees,
linda.

Don't pull!

When it's time to guide
the heritage out of port,

Linda, rachel, and clara

Crew the yawl boat,

A little powerhouse
that pulls the heritage

Out of the harbor.

Ho!

They carefully watch
for other ships.

Stop!

Let's get the yawl boat
under the stern.

Pull in this line
right there.

There you go, mike.

Come under the stern,
linda.

Big hands or little,

Everyone's job
is really important

On a big schooner.

During the summer months,
the lee family

Makes the heritage
their home.

Sailing is
their way of life.

This is what ships looked like


And standing on this deck,

It's easy
to slip back in time.

Imagine--you're at the wheel
of a tall ship.

No rit's a dayadio,
much worse than this--

A wild down-east gale,

Winds whipping
from stem to stern,

Waves as tall as treetops.

You search
for the one sign

That could save you
from disaster--

A lighthouse.

These waters echo
with tales of brave sailors

Weathering the stormy seas.

Here's one, the true story
of a courageous girl

Who kept
her lighthouse burning

And became a legend
in her own time.

It's called
keep the lights burning, abbie.

Abbie looked out
the lighthouse window.

Waves washed up
on the rocks below.

Out at sea,
a ship sailed safely by.

"Will you sail to town, papa?"
Abbie asked.

"Yes," captain burgess
answered.

"Mama needs medicine.
The lights need oil.

"We need food.

The weather's good now,
so it's safe to go out."

"If you don't
get back today,

Who will take care
of the lights?"

Papa smiled,
"you will, abbie."

"Oh, no, papa," said abbie.

"I've never done it alone."

"You've trimmed the wicks
before," said papa.

"You've cleaned the lamps
and put in the oil.

"Keep the lights burning,
abbie.

Many ships count
on our lighthouses."

She and papa walked
down to the shore.

Their little boat, puffin,
pulled on its rope.

"Keep the lights burning,
abbie," her father said.

"I will, papa,"
abbie promised,

But the wind
carried off her words

As puffin
slid out to sea.

She knew papa
was a fine sailor,

But if the wind
blew up again,

He couldn't
sail back today.

She would have to
care for the lights.

Abbie walked to the house.

Esther opened the door.

"It's a good thing
papa went today.

We're running out of food."

"We must be careful,"
said abbie.

If there's another storm,
papa won't get back today."

Outside
the sky turned gray.

The wind put whitecaps
on the waves.

Another winter storm
was coming.

When the sun went down,
abbie put on her coat.

She had to
light the lamps.

Abbie ran up
the lighthouse steps.

She knew papa could not
sail back.

Abbie was afraid.

What if she couldn't
light the lamps?

She picked up
a box of matches.

Her hands were shaking.

She struck a match
and held it near the lamp.

The wick glowed.

One by one,
she lit all the lamps.

Out at sea,

A ship saw the lights.

It steered away
from the dangerous rocks.

That night,
the wind blew hard.

Abbie could not sleep.

She kept thinking
about the lights.

What if they went out?

A ship might crash.

Abbie climbed
the lighthouse steps.

It was a good thing
she'd come.

There was ice
on the windows.

The lights
couldn't be seen.

All night long,
she scraped ice.

She checked each light.

Not one went out.

For over a week,
the wind and rain roared.

For a while,
the family had to move

Into one
of the strong towers.

Once, water ran
under the door.

"My chickens," abbie cried,
"they'll be washed away!"

Abbie ran outside
and grabbed her chickens.

Just then, she heard
another big wave coming.

It sounded like a train.

"Open the door!"
She yelled.

Lydia opened the door.
Abbie ran inside.

"Oh, look.
The sea is coming."

The girls
pushed the door shut.

Then the wave hit it.

Abbie felt
the lighthouse shake.

She was shaking, too.

They had shut the door

Just in time.

Day after day,
it snowed or rained.

Abbie wished it would stop.

She was tired of the wind,

Of the waves,

Of climbing
the lighthouse steps,

And she was tired of eggs.

The only food left
was eggs.

Abbie was sick of them.

Then, one morning,
the waves seemed smaller.

The sky
was not so black.

The wind didn't
blow so hard.

Late that afternoon,

The girls
heard a voice outside.

It was papa!

They ran to help him
carry the boxes.

There was medicine for mama.

There was oil
for the lamps.

There was mail and food.

There was corn
for abbie's chickens.

"I was afraid for you,"
said papa.

"Every night
I watched for the lights.

"Every night I saw them.

Then I knew
you were all right."

Abbie smiled.

"I kept the lights
burning, papa!

I kept them burning."

Lots of things have changed

Since abbie
kept her lights burning.

Lighthouses still dot
the coast of maine,

Doing the same job
they did over 100 years ago.

Owls head light sits
atop a jagged cliff.

Hey, andy!

Andy germann is
the lighthouse keeper
at owls head.

Let's take a look around.

Wow!

So this is it,

The inside
of a lighthouse.

Hi, andy.

Hi, levar.
Come on up.

It reminds me
of something you'd see

On a spaceship
in a science-fiction movie.

Yeah, it is
very different.

How does it work?

Let me show you.

I guess
you need two bulbs
for a strong beam.

No, the second one
is switched on

If the first one
burns out.

Is that a*t*matic,
or does someone
switch it?

It does it
automatically.

Every lighthouse
has its own signal.

What's the signal
of this lighthouse?

It's a fixed
white light.

It's a constant,
like a lamp in your house.

How powerful
are these bulbs?



That's 10 times stronger
than a light bulb.

But the lens
does the work.

Take a look
through the lens.

Ok.

Is my face
all distorted?

Yeah,
it looks long.

That's the lens bending
the light into the center.

What's the rest
made of?

Different prisms.

They reflect light
into the middle.

We have a set of prisms.

These prisms
reflect light

That would go
to the ceiling

Back into the middle.

These prisms reflect
light from the floor.

It all goes out,
concentrated, out to sea.

The prisms are
made of glass?

Glass,
very thick glass.

What about
these pieces of brass?

The brass holds
the lenses in place.

It's brass
because it doesn't rust.

It's really
beautiful.

It's almost
like art.

It is very pretty.

It's pretty
out there, too.

Let's take a walk.

Boy, what a view!

The fog
is beginning
to roll in.

Can you
see the light
in the fog?

Not always,
but we've got foghúns.

Can we see
what it sounds like?

Yes, but they're loud.
Cover your ears.

Go ahead!
Turn it on!

[Foghorn blows]

Pretty loud.

How far
out to sea

Can you
hear the horn?



I have to
go back to work.

Thanks, andy.

During storms,

It was really scary,

With the wind
howling in your ears,

The rigging swaying
to and fro,

And the waves crashing
against the bow.

Sometimes you hung on
for dear life.

Sailing the coast of maine
was risky business,

But a ship in a bottle
is always safe.

It sails along forever
on calm seas

Under a gentle breeze.

How does it
get in there?

Now, that's a hard one.

I can't.
It's too big.

No.

Put half of the ship in.

Some way you push it down.

It goes in
and comes right back up.

You can't.

Stuff it through there.

Oh, I know.

Make something, a potion,
and go like this...

Boing!

And then it goes
right into the bottle.

There's an old secret
to getting a ship in a bottle.

Even though
it looks like magic, it isn't.

Up the coast a bit,
at another lighthouse,

Gil charbonneau has mastered
this age-old craft.

[Charbonneau]
making ships in bottles
is hard work

Because it requires
lots of concentration

And lots of effort
in each piece.

In order
to shape the hull,

I carve it and whittle

And chisel and sand it

Until it finally
becomes the right shape.

When I make the sails,

I use
regular typing paper,

Which you can
find anywhere.

I place it
over a drawing

And trace
the outline of the sail.

Masts are made of bamboo.

It's the kind
you can buy in the store.

They're placed in a drill
and spun rapidly.

They're worked
with sandpaper

Up and down
while it's spinning

Until it gets to the diameter
you want to use.

I get the ship
in the bottle

By building it with masts
that can collapse.

They have hinges
in their base.

The masts go flat
with the deck.

The sails get
wrapped around one another

And wrapped around
the hull.

When the rig is collapsed,

In order for it
to enter the bottle,

I place the sails
around one another,

Like the layers
of an onion.

The real secret
in making ships in bottles

Is having the patience
and the persistence

To do it over again
until you get it right.

You don't have to worry
about making a mistake

Because you can
tell your friends

It's a shipwreck
in a bottle.

If you ever
get shipwrecked,

Make sure you have

Some good books
to keep you company.

If you liked
keep the lights
burning, abbie,

Then here are
some others

That will shiver
your timbers.

I'm andrea.

Have you ever
had a dream

You wished
would come true?

Elizabeth did in this book,

Sailing with the wind
by thomas locker.

She dreamed
of a sea adventure.

One day, uncle jack
came for a visit

And took her
on his sailboat.

The trip started out
calm and beautiful,

But then a storm
started to brew.

Elizabeth sure got
her sea adventure!

This is
a very special book.

It's so beautiful,
it's like art.

It shows that if you
wish really hard,

Your dream may
come true someday.

Hi, girls and boys!
I'm jodie.

I have a wonderful
adventure book

You're going to love.

It's called
very last first time.

You'll see what the world
looks like under ice.

I learned what it's like
to be an eskimo.

The girl in the book, eva,

Goes on an exciting
adventure.

There's a scary part

When eva gets lost
under the ice.

Even though
eva was frightened,

She got to see
some really neat things.

There's a first time
for everything.

This is my first time on tv.

The first time
can be scary,

But this book
helps you get through it.

Hi. I'm joey.

Did you know boats, bridges,
and lighthouses could talk?

They do in the book

The little red lighthouse
and the great gray bridge.

This is a story
about a lighthouse

Who thinks
he's not needed anymore

Because a bridge
has been built over him.

The characters in this book
are really different.

Some of them are boats,
and they speak.

In the end,
the great gray bridge

Tells the little
red lighthouse

That it is still needed

To guide the ships
along the river.

If you like books
about the sea,

This is a book for you.

It shows that if you're small,
you're still important.

Since abbie kept
her lights burning,

Many things have changed
along this coast.

Today, most lighthouses
are run by computer,

And ships have radar
to guide them,

But sailors still
battle the sea

And still search the coastline
for lighthouses,

Those sturdy beacons
lighting them home

To safe harbors.

I'll see you next time.

Today's reading rainbow books
are

Keep the lights burning, abbie
by peter and connie roop,

Pictures by peter e. Hanson,

Published by
carolrhoda books, incorporated.

Sailing with the wind
by thomas locker,

Published by dial books
for young readers.

Very last first time
by jan andrews,

Illustrated
by ian wallace,

Published
by margaret k. Mcelderry.

The little red lighthouse
and the great gray bridge

By hildegarde h. Swift
and lynd ward,

Published
by harcourt brace jovanovich.