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New England's Harborside Fish Shacks

New England’s Harborside Fish Shacks
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Most fish houses, despite the name, aren’t practical, year-round dwellings. They’re too close to the water. You don’t want to have all your possessions just a few feet from the ocean.
I knew that. My job, just out of college, as Rockport reporter for the Gloucester Daily Times gave me ample opportunity to observe what a storm-driven ocean can do to manmade objects placed too close to the shore. But we were just married, and we needed a home, and we had the opportunity to rebuild a couple of fish shacks into a 405-square-foot house on Rockport Harbor. So we did it, and all was well for a few years.

Then came the February 1978 blizzard, with hurricane-force winds. Edie was alone in the house, sitting quietly reading, when she “heard a splash just outside the front door,” as she later described it. “I opened the door, turned on the light, and there was water splashing over the deck–and all I could see was dark, moving water.”

Edie called the police and asked what she should do. “Get out immediately, as fast as you can,” they told her. She had to jump from the deck to the granite steps leading up to street level, and spent the night with relatives. In the morning, our house, tucked behind those steps, was still there. But the three fish shacks that had stood in front of our place were gone, and the Motif, across the harbor, had been driven half off its wharf and into the water.

We were lucky–lucky enough to know not to tempt fate twice. So we moved inshore, and then eventually followed a job a long way from the ocean. But the house we built is still there.

And perhaps because of all that, I think that fish shacks–the classic fish shacks, full of character and age and hand-me-down lumber–have become the manmade objects that for me represent living near the ocean. They’re the talismans of my connection to “our grey sweet mother,” as James Joyce (paraphrasing Swinburne) calls her–perhaps because the fish shacks are, as we ourselves are, always vulnerable to the ocean, which is not always kind, no matter how close we want to be to her, or how much we need her for life itself.

This beautiful spring morning on Pigeon Cove, Edie and I savor the salt air blowing off Sandy Bay. The sunlight splashes off the water. The harbor is still there. The fish shacks are still there.


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