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having to buy a new computer.
I may tell you about that some other time.
Anyway, after checking my e-mail, I typed in the Grey Gull Inn website address. Oh, my gosh. The place was gorgeous, and what a perfect location – right in the center of town, close to historic Main Street, Nantucket’s primary shopping district. I was in heaven.
I clicked on “History of Nantucket” and discovered that the entire island is designated as a National Historic Landmark. I never knew that before. “Nantucket is affectionately referred to as ‘The Little Grey Lady of the Sea’,” the website informed me, “because of its many grey- shingled buildings and frequent fog. The island is 14 miles long by 3.5 miles wide, and is 27 miles out to sea. Nantucket is 30 miles south of Cape Cod, and has a year-round population of approximately 10,000. The population increases to about 50,000 during the summer months, which is Nantucket’s peak tourist season. It was the whaling capital of the world from the mid-1700s to the late 1830s, and was made famous by Herman Melville in his classic novel, Moby Dick.”
I made a mental note to go back and read that book again sometime. “More than 800 houses on Nantucket were built before the American Civil War, including what is now The Grey Gull Inn. The inn was built in 1825 by Nathaniel Grey, a whaling captain, as a gift to his new bride, Charity. Tragically, soon after the couple moved into the house, Charity was found dead at the bottom of the house’s circular staircase. An inquest determined her death was a tragic accident. Captain Grey never recovered from the shock of his young wife’s death, and legend has it that he continues to live in the house, searching in vain for his bride. The building was converted in the 1980s to a 10-bedroom inn. The current owners are siblings JoAnn and Skip Wallace, who are direct descendants of Captain Nate, as he was known in the family. They completely refurbished the structure in 2006, adding a new wing to the inn with six more guest room suites.” Wow. What a story. And poor Charity.
I clicked on the photos of the inn and discovered that the addition has been so carefully done that it blended seamlessly into the older part of the building. There was also a picture of the circular staircase where Charity met her death.
I scrolled down the inn’s website and discovered that it had a full- service gourmet restaurant, and one of the most notable wine lists on the island.
“This is going to be great, girls,” I said to the dogs. “What a fabulous place.”
I was rewarded by a yawn from Ethel and a reproachful look from Lucy.
I continued reading. “Out of consideration for any guests who may have allergies, the Grey Gull Inn has a firm ‘No Pets’ policy. However, we are happy to provide a customized basket of treats for you to share with your animal friends when you return home.”
What a bummer. Maybe we could renegotiate that for the wedding. If we decided on the Grey Gull Inn. Otherwise, there must be pet-friendly places on Nantucket. No way the girls would be left behind in Fairport.
“I’m sorry, Lucy. You can’t come with us this time. But a basket of b-i-s-c-u-i-t-s is a good deal, right?” Of course, that would depend on how big, and full, the treat basket really was.
Then I scrolled down to accommodation rates and almost had a heart attack. The smaller rooms were $295 a night, and the rates went up from there. Tiffani must think we were loaded with money to suggest a place like this.
I was ready to log off and think about the best way to break the news to Jim that we’d be dipping into our bank account big-time when I saw the magic words, “Special Deals” at the bottom of the website.
“Fall is a wonderful time to be on Nantucket,” I read. “The crowds have left, and the weather is still beautiful. We’re pleased to offer special
‘Fall for Nantucket’ packages, at 50 percent off our usual rates, until November 1. We
I may tell you about that some other time.
Anyway, after checking my e-mail, I typed in the Grey Gull Inn website address. Oh, my gosh. The place was gorgeous, and what a perfect location – right in the center of town, close to historic Main Street, Nantucket’s primary shopping district. I was in heaven.
I clicked on “History of Nantucket” and discovered that the entire island is designated as a National Historic Landmark. I never knew that before. “Nantucket is affectionately referred to as ‘The Little Grey Lady of the Sea’,” the website informed me, “because of its many grey- shingled buildings and frequent fog. The island is 14 miles long by 3.5 miles wide, and is 27 miles out to sea. Nantucket is 30 miles south of Cape Cod, and has a year-round population of approximately 10,000. The population increases to about 50,000 during the summer months, which is Nantucket’s peak tourist season. It was the whaling capital of the world from the mid-1700s to the late 1830s, and was made famous by Herman Melville in his classic novel, Moby Dick.”
I made a mental note to go back and read that book again sometime. “More than 800 houses on Nantucket were built before the American Civil War, including what is now The Grey Gull Inn. The inn was built in 1825 by Nathaniel Grey, a whaling captain, as a gift to his new bride, Charity. Tragically, soon after the couple moved into the house, Charity was found dead at the bottom of the house’s circular staircase. An inquest determined her death was a tragic accident. Captain Grey never recovered from the shock of his young wife’s death, and legend has it that he continues to live in the house, searching in vain for his bride. The building was converted in the 1980s to a 10-bedroom inn. The current owners are siblings JoAnn and Skip Wallace, who are direct descendants of Captain Nate, as he was known in the family. They completely refurbished the structure in 2006, adding a new wing to the inn with six more guest room suites.” Wow. What a story. And poor Charity.
I clicked on the photos of the inn and discovered that the addition has been so carefully done that it blended seamlessly into the older part of the building. There was also a picture of the circular staircase where Charity met her death.
I scrolled down the inn’s website and discovered that it had a full- service gourmet restaurant, and one of the most notable wine lists on the island.
“This is going to be great, girls,” I said to the dogs. “What a fabulous place.”
I was rewarded by a yawn from Ethel and a reproachful look from Lucy.
I continued reading. “Out of consideration for any guests who may have allergies, the Grey Gull Inn has a firm ‘No Pets’ policy. However, we are happy to provide a customized basket of treats for you to share with your animal friends when you return home.”
What a bummer. Maybe we could renegotiate that for the wedding. If we decided on the Grey Gull Inn. Otherwise, there must be pet-friendly places on Nantucket. No way the girls would be left behind in Fairport.
“I’m sorry, Lucy. You can’t come with us this time. But a basket of b-i-s-c-u-i-t-s is a good deal, right?” Of course, that would depend on how big, and full, the treat basket really was.
Then I scrolled down to accommodation rates and almost had a heart attack. The smaller rooms were $295 a night, and the rates went up from there. Tiffani must think we were loaded with money to suggest a place like this.
I was ready to log off and think about the best way to break the news to Jim that we’d be dipping into our bank account big-time when I saw the magic words, “Special Deals” at the bottom of the website.
“Fall is a wonderful time to be on Nantucket,” I read. “The crowds have left, and the weather is still beautiful. We’re pleased to offer special
‘Fall for Nantucket’ packages, at 50 percent off our usual rates, until November 1. We
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