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Nancy
Reflection: careful thought about a particular subject
Nancy and Tom had been dating for precisely three months when he asked her to marry him. It had been a sunbaked day in the August of 1970 and they’d been watching the Island Queen ferry dock in Oak Bluffs.
Even though she was in love, Nancy had no idea that Tom intended to propose. Why would she? She had little experience of relationships. Losing both her parents at the age of eight had taught her nothing was permanent. As a result, she held part of herself back.
Tom, on the other hand, had no problem with relationships. He worked as a salesman, which turned out to be a perfect career for someone with his charm and charisma. The company he worked for was based in Boston, and he often spent weeks off island traveling.
When he returned, it was as if someone had switched a light on.
He turned that beam onto Nancy, who was dazzled.
She’d dated one other man before Tom, and he had claimed he loved her despite her passion for painting. Tom had said he loved her because of it, so naturally when he’d proposed on that sunny day against a blue sky and a calm sea the first thing she’d said was yes.
Right there and then he’d slipped a ring on her finger. She would have rather he hadn’t done it in full view of the passengers spilling from the ferry to spend the day on the island, but Tom had always been impulsive.
It had been Tom who had suggested she paint the scene of their engagement so that they could remember it forever and she’d enthusiastically recreated the scene exactly as it was and hung it in the entryway at Tom’s request.
It had hung there throughout their marriage, the blue skies and sparkling seas a reminder of that day.
She’d been relieved, and also a little surprised, that Tom had embraced the idea of living in The Captain’s House.
He was hungry, impatient, always looking for the next thing. He rarely sat still whereas Nancy could spend hours in one position while she painted, losing track of place and time. She’d expected him to try to persuade her to move to Boston or even New York City, but he hadn’t.
“You’re a Stewart,” he’d said, swinging her round as if they were in a ballroom, not on a beach. “The Stewart family has always lived in The Captain’s House.”
That was true.
After her parents had passed, Nancy had lived there with her grandmother, a woman who had little in the way of a sense of humor but much in the way of possessions.
Each generation of her family had added to the house, until it was crammed with objects from the past. There were days when it felt as if she was living in a museum.
“One day this place will be yours,” her grandmother had said, and Nancy had wondered what she was supposed to do with ten bedrooms and seven hundred cobwebs. The weight of responsibility pressed down on her, but she also felt a sense of purpose.
It was her job to keep the house for future generations and it was a relief to have someone by her side while she did it.
It didn’t take her long to realize Tom didn’t share her emotional attachment to the place.
“It’s freezing,” he’d say, as they pulled on more layers of clothing and lit another fire in the living room. “We should replace all the windows with something more modern and fix the heating.”
He made other suggesti
ons that made Nancy realize he didn’t understand the house at all. Her job was to preserve it, not rip out the heart of it. Quite apart from the fact they didn’t have the money, she didn’t want to do any of those things.
But it was the only thing they argued about. Other than that, they were happy.
When Tom was away, which was often, she had her art and her house.
The artist in her appreciated the graceful lines and the architecture, the woman in her loved the space and the light, and the child in her was comforted by the feeling that generations of her family were somehow there with her. Despite its size, it was impossible to ever feel lonely when your history was stamped in every crack in the wall. It was the kind of house that didn’t just belong to a family, but became another member of the family. And maybe a part of her had thought that with a house like this sheltering them, a family would be protected.
It turned out she’d been wrong about that, just as she’d been wrong about so many things.
They lived on Tom’s salary, most of which was eaten up by the eye-watering costs of keeping up The Captain’s House. She felt fortunate that Tom’s career in sales brought in enough that they could at least make ends meet. He traveled a lot, but that was the price they paid for financial security and, given that the house drained money and living in it had been her idea, she wasn’t in a position to complain.
Nancy sold the occasional painting, but the money didn’t make much of a contribution to their household expenses.
