Month: July 2026

Childhood in Gloucester, growing up on the water, makes for salty kids. It is pretty wonderful watching children develop a passion for the ocean and an appreciation for the maritime industry. Watching my two sons become a part of the rich fabric has been special. I woke up the Sunday morning, took Mako out into the front yard, and was surprised to see that my son, Thatcher, was still in Gloucester Harbor on the yacht he works on. They came up from Florida for a handful of New England charters in Newport, Martha’s Vineyard, and Nantucket….had been in Gloucester for three days and were planning to leave closer to 6 AM. I watched for a little bit while Mako ran and played. In no time at all, almost as if on cue, the boat started to make way…towing its tender behind it. The only thing sweeter than watching Thatch and his fellow crew members (whom I’ve come to enjoy quite a bit and after spending time with them this weekend and down in Newport) head off for their next adventure, was noticing Finn exiting the inner harbor behind him….off for a long day of fishing with the Yankee Fleet. Often teased for being overly sensitive, I’m not going to lie, watching my two boys leave simultaneously…..on two very different vessels… to enjoy two very different jobs got me. I drove to the back shore and watched them both come around the corner after passing Eastern Point. An important landmark signaling to those on the water, “You’re on your way. Let the day begin.” Just as they came into sight, a text on our Family thread came in from Finn with a video he took of Thatch and the simple message, brother-to-brother, “Have a safe trip.” The two boats stayed near each other for a good portion of the back shore and then eventually Finn’s boat headed off towards the day’s fishing grounds and Thatch continued North past Thacher’s Island (all the feels there too). Thatcher was heading up to Maine for a few weeks and will then head south (this time bypassing Gloucester) to get to Florida in time for some maintenance before the Florida/Bahamas charter season kicks in. Finn was off to do what Finn has become so incredibly passionate about. Off to catch fish all day (and likely with friends again all night)…..to share his love of being on the water with passengers on board. To teach them much more than I ever could. He returns to the harbor each night…..tired, dirty, and happy. He loves his brother…..but, he doesn’t envy his chosen path. Thatcher has found his place….and Finn has found his. To be able to sit in my yard….and then on the back shore… and watch them travel side-by-side before heading apart left me a bit speechless. I’m so proud of them…..and, honestly, I’m going to say it….I’m kind of proud of me. It certainly hasn’t always been easy. It makes me so happy that these two have embraced so much of what makes this city unique and that they have become a part of the maritime fabric in their own ways. So, thank you, Gloucester.

I wrote the following blog post on Good Morning Gloucester way back in 2014. Thatcher was 6 and Finn was 4. It talked about their love of the ocean, their love of the waterfront, and their love of Gloucester. The sweet beginning of their story…..this new chapter certainly a special one.

God’s Country, Gloucester, Ma 2014

Does it get any better than where we live? I think not. Since my two sons were born, we’ve been “Sunday Drivers.” Tease me if you’d like, but I swear that half of their early language came from trips “around the Cape.” From such a young age, they would both ask to drive through downtown Rockport, around Halibut Point, through Lanesville, all through downtown Gloucester, past all of the whale watch boats and as much of the fishing fleet as possible, to Harbor Loop and the Coast Guard Station, to the State Fish Pier and the Grand Isle, through Rocky Neck, past Niles Beach, down to Eastern Point, around the back shore, past Good Harbor Beach, Long Beach, Cape Hedge Beach, and back home. Along the way, during the 6 years that we’ve been doing this, literally thousands of lessons have been learned. They learned about tides, lighthouses, the various types of boats in our fleet, the statues, the names at the Fisherman’s Memorial, the bell buoys, the entrance buoys, the Independence (which no longer docks behind the Cruiseport and which they sorely miss), the schooners, the boat builders, conservation land, breakwaters, and so, so much more.

I LOVE that my boys love this area. I am in awe of how much they know and how well they can communicate it all to the people that we meet along the way. I am so grateful to the fishermen who have invited them aboard their boats, to the Coast Guard members who have given them spontaneous private tours, and police officers and harbor masters who have stopped to say “hello” and answered my boys’ questions (so, so many questions) as if they were the most important questions in the world. I love that their favorite foods are mussels and sushi and I love that there is nowhere they’d rather be on a warm afternoon than on a boat or sitting at Capt. Carlos, The Seaport Grille, Mile Marker 21, on Rocky Neck, Latitude’s, or Cape Ann Brewery having a snack and rating the boats from their favorite to their least favorite. I love that Finn looks into the dishwasher and says, “that spinny thing looks like a Furuno” and Thatcher likes to shout, “The sign says NO WAKE, you Googan!” (Maybe not so polite, but an important lesson none-the-less).

So, yesterday, with hockey having recently ended, we found ourselves with nothing to do. We enjoyed a yummy breakfast at Flav’s Red Skiff…where the boys love to sit at the counter and talk to Judy. While waiting for breakfast they studied a map of Cape Ann and found all of their favorite haunts. After we ate, we drove to Gloucester, parked at St. Peter’s Square and walked to Harbor Loop and back. Certainly not a long walk, by any stretch of the imagination. But, somehow, even on this cool, barely spring day, we turned it into almost a 3-hour tour. At the fine age of 6, Thatcher is still an emerging reader, and my favorite type of torture is making him read boat names. He pretends to complain when I don’t let him give up, but there’s nothing he’d rather be reading. Today we read the names of at least 30 boats. We learned about, Salt, the humpback whale (and practiced some more reading). Finn reminded me all about lines of latitude and longitude while looking at boats behind Latitude 43. We read about Fitz Hugh Lane and got inspired by stepping into his sandals. We read many of the signs along the way on the HarborWalk. We read about the various types of boats in Gloucester’s Coast Guard fleet. Thatcher taught some tourists about how you can tell what the length of a Coast Guard boat is…..and then taught them about the history of Thacher’s Island when they learned his name is Thatcher. Finn explained that he wanted to climb up the orca whale’s back and grab onto its dorsal fin…but that he wasn’t going to try to touch the pectoral fins. They both discussed north, south, east, and west while checking out the new compass rose. And they taught another lovely couple all about how they haul their own lobster traps, what the “rules” are, and how you tell males from females, and what would be considered a “short”, an “egger”, or a “cull.”

On the walk back to the car it started to rain and we ducked into Turtle Alley for a much deserved Aloha Turtle and piece of rock candy. Finn told me that he can’t wait for “that day when we eat hotdogs, hold the snakes, and do an art project”….by that he meant the Schooner Festival celebration at the Maritime Center. Thatcher chimed in and said that he loves the day when “we ride the little train, listen to the music, get our faces painted, and eat fried dough”….by that he meant the Sidewalk Bizarre. Spring is finally here….summer’s a coming. Cape Ann is amazing…and life is good.