Nantucket is filled with spirits…..Just walking down the streets, you are immersed in another time….. People lived and died in all these homes. Nantucket is so beautiful, I cannot imagine every soul moving on; I know some must linger amidst the cobbled streets and misty air.
A layer of fog shrouds the island…..spirits can find it very easy to mingle with that fog. Perhaps just an icy breeze, a tingling of goosebumps on the skin……one might bump against you early morning on Main Street for just a moment……..
I had a couple of moments when I felt those present from the past…….
This is the oldest house on Nantucket, the Jethro Coffin House. The Coffins and the Gardners were prominent (wealthy) families on the Island, not the best of friends. Until a Romeo and Juliet marriage changed their fates. Believe it or not, this was a mansion by standards of their day.
If you notice the chimney has an upside down horseshoe…….this was believed to repel witches. Inside, authentic period furnishings fill the home. In the family room, the family would dwell here in the winter months due to the big fireplace, the portrait of the home’s mistress looms over visitors. I felt her presence here…..my whole body was electrically charged. It was then that I bumped into one of the ancient chairs……not a good thing to do, for they are quite priceless. I gasped. The tour guide, an actual Coffin descendant, said it was okay……..I think Mary Gardner wanted to say, “I’m here”…………..
The other “active” place was the old Quaker Burial Ground. There are about 40 headstones in this cemetery, but about 5,000 remains rest here. Quakers believed it was idolatry to mark a grave; loved ones who sought to mark a place were punished. I again felt the charge and also the physical pain I sometimes pick up on in haunted locations. Note the faint orb.
Lastly, I felt the strong presence of the two elderly sisters who inhabited the Greater Light Museum. They filled this home with eclectic art and worldly treasures. They still walk the gardens. Here, the pain was strong…..I wish I knew what ailments affected them in life and at death.
Strange electrical malfunctions affected our beach house, but no spirits showed themselves ……..or perhaps they did, only the fog concealed their presence……..It was a strange week, the full moon, the lunar eclipse……a wonderful time for Nantucket ghosts to wander among the living.
Here I am, wandering through the thicket during a ghost walk. I have to admit, spirits didn’t scare me as much as the thought of ticks in those woods did.