Nantucket has such depth – I fear that many that visit today have little idea of the magic of its beginnings – and of its staying power. Known by the settlers as “Nantocket” meaning “At the Land far out at Sea”, Nantucket was thought of as little more than a sandbar. Founded in 1676, Sconset – short for Siasconset is the last original settlement on the island. The Indians came before the “New Englanders”, and lived in Wigwams – Archeologists unearthed evidence that these tiny homesteads existed.
Once on island, the New Englanders discovered the profitability of the Whaling trade. Early construction of Whaling Stations, a barracks for 6 men housed the crew when ashore (a tiny house). Year round residents lived in abodes fashioned by the influence of Georgian Style homes, which became the quintessential cottages of Sconset, and housed many a retired Whaling Captain. Coveted for their simple shingle exteriors, the gardens, accented by wild roses, and ocean views. The artist community thrives there today, which is no surprise as the seaside location, the abundance of natural light, and the gardens that are adjacent to most of the cottages offer an ideal setting for a Painter.
Tiny – the island certainly contains much more than tiny today. Mansions dot every beachfront patch of sand….but tiny attracts a certain type. Those that don’t demand distraction, those that can sit in a moment, capture a sunset for future reflection, read a book in a nook, lay their head down on a pillow in a hanging bed, and feel grateful for the roof over their head. There’s community in tiny living. There’s connectedness – to nature, to one’s space. It’s special and comforting, and I am fascinated by it.
I love the apartment I live in now. I am wowed by the number of pathways I find to circulate from bedroom to kitchen, kitchen to bath, bath to living room, living room to bedroom and I can’t forget the deck. At just 800 square feet this space feels enormous to me. An acquaintance visited and said – “so it’s a studio”. I chocked on my words, and thought oh…you aren’t my kind of person. The vastness of this space is too much for me, and YOU find it limiting. Me I can find and define myself by a small space, and make no mistake…..I am going to built one.
The world is a very small place – build tiny and be nice.