OK, so I might be a bit biased because this lighthouse is just a quick drive away from my house… but even if it wasn’t, I’d still consider it my favorite, just because of this story. It’s about two bad ass girls from Scituate (where I live).
During the War of 1812, the British tried to land their warship in the Scituate harbor, with the intent of raiding the town.
The lighthouse keeper was away, but his two daughters, Abigail and Rebecca were at home.
When they saw the ships approaching, they were like “oh no he didn’t” and pulled out a fife and drum & began playing. No way were they letting some British soldiers take over their beloved Scituate. And especially not on their watch.
The soldiers, assuming there was a militia waiting for them, backed away pretty quickly & skedaddled.
And from there, Abigail and Rebecca were named the American Army of Two.
(Sidenote: wishing I could go back in time and be their bestie)