In June 1962, I moved to Nantucket. I had gone there first in the early fifties when I was still in
the Marine Corps. My brother’s in-laws had bought a house on the bluffs in Siasconset, and I went to visit them. After that I visited for a period of time nearly every summer. When I arrived in 1962, I
learned that two friends had found a house for me where I could live rent-free if I painted the interior and did whatever repairs were necessary. It was an old house, built in the early 1700’s, just off Main Street. As soon as I moved in, the house took possession of me. I worked all summer making it livable, and when the fall came I didn’t want to leave. I decided to stay on for the winter. Each day I would go down to the docks and watch the ferries leave. The decks were loaded with summer visitors. The girls would throw flowers into the harbor, and the young men on shore would dive in after the boats. It was as if they were desperately trying to hold onto the summer. MORE...