Boston and Cambridge
Boston is the
capital of Massachusetts and a city with many historical points of interest. Cambridge is its neighbor across the Charles
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The Tomb of the Mathers, Copp’s Hill Burying Ground, Boston
Copp’s Hill Burying Ground, which could not be many blocks away from this very house,
was a favourite scene. (“Pickman’s Model”)
This cemetery, the second-oldest in the city, and one of the oldest burial grounds in New
England, has the distinction of containing the tomb of the Mather family. Increase Mather
(1639–1723), Cotton Mather (1663–1728), and Samuel Mather (1706–1785) are
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The Harry Elkins Widener Memorial Library, Harvard University,
Cambridge
The Dunwich Horror itself came between Lammas and the equinox in 1928, and Dr. Armitage
was among those who witnessed its monstrous prologue. He had heard, meanwhile, of
Whateley’s grotesque trip to Cambridge, and of his frantic efforts to borrow or copy from
the Necronomicon at the Widener Library. Those efforts had been in vain, since
Armitage had issued warnings of the keenest intensity to all librarians having charge of the
dreaded volume. (“The Dunwich Horror”)
This library was named after a Harvard alumnus who perished aboard the Titanic. The
Widener is the largest university library in the world. Although the reference room and other
areas of the library are accessible to the public, the stacks themselves are not, the Widener
being a private library. You can at least look up the Necronomicon in the HOLLIS Catalog. |
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GloucesterGloucester is
located on Cape Ann, “a
rocky headland which juts out of the Massachusetts coastline into the North Atlantic
ocean.” |
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The Legion Memorial
Building, Lester S. Wass Post No. 3, American Legion Square
The bus had come to a sort of open concourse or radial point with churches on two sides
and the bedraggled remains of a circular green in the centre, and I was looking at a large
pillared hall on the right-hand junction ahead. The structure’s once white paint was now
grey and peeling, and the black and gold sign on the pediment was so faded that I could only
with difficulty make out the words ‘Esoteric Order of Dagon’. This, then, was the
former Masonic Hall now given over to a degraded cult....One must not, for example, linger
much around the Marsh refinery, or around any of the still used churches, or around the
pillared Order of Dagon Hall at New Church Green. (“The Shadow over
Innsmouth”)
This building was built in 1844–45, and was the original Gloucester
Town Hall until 1867. After this, it was the Forbes School until 1919, when the American
Legion took over it. Although the building had fallen into a sad state of disrepair on my
first trip, it has since been beautifully restored. |
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Sargent-Murray-Gilman-Hough House
Yes, there’s a hotel in Innsmouth—called the Gilman House—but I
don’t believe it can amount to much. I wouldn’t advise you to try it.
(“The Shadow over Innsmouth,” 1931)
The Sargent &c. house must have given you an excellent idea of a typical middle-period
colonial interior... (Letter to Miss Helen V. Sully, 26 July 1933)
In his article, “I Found Innsmouth!” (Crypt of Cthulhu No. 57), Will Murray
postulates that this historic home, built around 1760, was Lovecraft’s inspiration for
the Gilman House hotel in “The Shadow over Innsmouth.” However, the Gilman House is
at least 5 stories tall and has at least 28 rooms per floor. A simpler explanation is that
Gilman is a common name in Essex County, particularly on Cape Ann. |
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“Mother Ann”
As for that rocky promontory—the coast north of Boston is composed of high rocky
cliffs, which in several places rise to considerable altitudes as bold headlands. Of course,
though, there is nothing as dizzy as the fabled seat of the Strange High House. If I had any
promontory specifically in mind when writing that tale, it was the headland near Gloucester
called ‘Mother Ann’—though that has no such relation to the city as my
mysterious cliff has to ‘Kingsport’. (Letter to August Derleth, 6 November
1931)
The location of Mother Ann has been under debate for some time, and it has even been suggested
by Peter Cannon that Lovecraft was referring to Mount Ann, a large hill on Cape Ann. However,
Mother Ann can be found by taking Eastern Point Boulevard all the way to its conclusion at the
Eastern Point Light. Mother Ann is a rocky outcropping that looks like the outline of a buxom
woman. |
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HadleyHadley is a small town in western
Massachusetts on the Connecticut River. |
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Hadley Farm Museum, Cider Press
Oldest of all are the great rings of rough-hewn stone columns on the hill-tops, but these
are more generally attributed to the Indians than to the settlers. Deposits of skulls and
bones, found within these circles and around the sizeable table-like rock on Sentinel Hill,
sustain the popular belief that such spots were once the burial-places of the Pocumtucks; even
though many ethnologists, disregarding the absurd improbability of such a theory, persist in
believing the remains Caucasian. (“The Dunwich Horror”)
Ostensibly, this rock is a cider press that. Some surmise that it is actually a
sacrificial altar, although the need for a ‘blood-draining groove’ is unclear.
Photograph by Peter Vorobieff. |
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HaverhillHaverhill is a
city on the Merrimack River near the New Hampshire border. |
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Pentucket Burial Ground
Here lies interd ye precious dust of Mr Nathanael Peaslee Junr ye only & desirable son
of Mr Nathl Peaslee who with comfort took his youthful flight from ye promising joys of
earthly possessions in hope of a far more exceeding & eternal weight of glory on Sept ye 9
1730 aged 27 years
On a number of occasions Lovecraft visited Haverhill, generally to visit with his
acquaintance, C.W. Tryout Smith. Peaslee is a well-known name in Haverhill, and it is
possible that Lovecraft, on one of his rambles through the town, spied this stone. |
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Ipswich
Ipswich is a
small town on the banks of the Ipswich River. The Ipswich Historical Society has a page with information on the John Whipple
House, a 17th-century home which Lovecraft mentions in his letters. |
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Marblehead
Marblehead is
situated on a peninsula of land just south of Salem that sticks out into the Atlantic Ocean.
Lovecraft commented often in his letters that Marblehead was one of his favorite towns,
saying that he’d live there if he didn’t already live in Providence. For a
thorough examination of Lovecraftian Marblehead, see Donovan K. Loucks’ article,
“Antique Dreams:
Marblehead and Lovecraft’s Kingsport”. |
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Old Burial Hill
Over all the rest of the scene tower’d a hill on which the rude forefathers of the
hamlet were laid to rest; and which was in consequence nam’d Old Burying Hill....And atop
all was the peak; Old Burying Hill, where the dark headstones clawed up thro’ the virgin
snow like the decay’d fingernails of some gigantick corpse. (Letter to Reinhardt
Kleiner, 11 January 1923)
Beside the road at its crest a still higher summit rose, bleak and wind-swept, and I saw
that it was a burying-ground where black gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the snow like
the decayed fingernails of a gigantic corpse. (“The Festival”)
This cemetery was established in 1638, being one of the oldest graveyards in New England.
“Six hundred revolutionary heroes and several early pastors were interred at the top of
the hill.” |
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Bowen House, 1 Mugford Street
...I hastened through Back Street to Circle Court, and across the fresh snow on the one
full flagstone pavement in the town, to where Green Lane leads off behind the Market
House....the seventh house on the left in Green Lane, with an ancient peaked roof and jutting
second story, all built before 1650. There were lights inside the house when I came upon it,
and I saw from the diamond window-panes that it must have been kept very close to its antique
state. The upper part overhung the narrow grass-grown street and nearly met the over-hanging
part of the house opposite so that I was almost in a tunnel, with the low stone doorstep
wholly free from snow. There was no sidealk, but many houses had high doors reached by double
flights of steps with iron railings. It was an odd scene, and because I was strange to New
England I had never known its like before. Though it pleased me, I would have relished it
better if there had been footprints in the snow, and people in the streets, and a few windows
without drawn curtains. (“The Festival”)
This particular building was built in 1695 by William Waters. |
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St. Michael’s Episcopal Church
There was an open space around the church; partly a churchyard with spectral shafts, and
partly a half-paved square swept nearly bare of snow by the wind, and lined with unwholesomely
archaic houses having peaked roofs and overhanging gables. Death-fires danced over the tombs,
revealing gruesome vistas, though queerly failing to cast any shadows. Past the churchyard,
where there were no houses, I could see over the hill’s summit and watch the glimmer of
stars on the harbour, though the town was invisible in the dark. Only once in a while a
lanthorn bobbed horribly through serpentine alleys on its way to overtake the throng that was
now slipping speechlessly into the church. (“The Festival”)
And St. Michael’s churchyard, where at twilight hideous shadows lurk amongst the
dense willows of the far corner, and caper a ghoulish danse macabre on the tops of the
old slate slabs as soon as the moon goes down! (Letter to Frank Belknap Long, 23 June
1923)
Beware St. Toad’s cracked chimes! (Fungi from Yuggoth)
This church was erected in 1714 with materials brought from England. When the news of the
Declaration of Independence reached Marblehead, the church’s bell was run until it
cracked. It was then recast by Paul Revere himself and is still used. The church still has a
tiny cemetery on its east side. On the side of a nearby building is a sign that indicates
that Summer Street was “Formerly Frog Lane.” |
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Newburyport
Newburyport is a lovely town
near the mouth of the Merrimack River. The Newburyport Public Library, which the
narrator of “The Shadow over Innsmouth” visited, has a very attractive web
site. |
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Historical Society of Old Newbury and Cushing House Museum, 98 High
Street
Most interesting of all was a glancing reference to the strange jewellery vaguely
associated with Innsmouth. It had evidently impressed the whole countryside more than a
little, for mention was made of specimens in the museum of Miskatonic University at Arkham,
and in the display room of the Newburyport Historical Society....The collection was a notable
one indeed, but in my present mood I had eyes for nothing but the bizarre object which
glistened in a corner cupboard under the electric lights. It took no excessive sensitiveness
to beauty to make me literally gasp at the strange, unearthly splendour of the alien, opulent
phantasy that rested there on a purple velvet cushion. Even now I can hardly describe what I
saw, though it was clearly enough a sort of tiara, as the description had said. It was tall
in front, and with a very large and curiously irregular periphery, as if designed for a head
of almost freakishly elliptical outline. The material seemed to be predominantly gold, though
a weird light lustrousness hinted at some strange alloy with an equally beautiful and scarcely
identifiable metal. Its condition was almost perfect, and one could have spent hours in
studying the striking and puzzlingly untraditional designs—some simply geometrical, and
some plainly marine—chased or moulded in high relief on its surface with a
craftsmanship of incredible skill and grace....There were two armlets, a tiara, and a kind of
pectoral, the latter having in high relief certain figures of almost unbearable
extravagance. (“The Shadow over Innsmouth”)
In the basement of the Cushing House Museum is a wooden statue originally destined for use as
the figurehead for a ship. It was carved in the mid 1800s by Thomas Wilson, a wood-carver,
and was instead used as an advertisement over his shop at 8 Strong Street. A man named Barron
purchased it near the end of the century and moved it to the garden of Ellen Todd. The statue
originally had its robes painted purple, and its tiara, armlets, and leaves about the neck
painted gold. |
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Masonic Hall, 31 Green Street
In his The H.P. Lovecraft Companion, Philip A. Shreffler states that this building
was the basis for the “Esoteric Order of Dagon” hall in “The Shadow over
Innsmouth.” This comparitively new building was erected on Green Street in 1928, just
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Salem and Danvers
Salem and Danvers were the center of the
witchcraft hysteria of 1692. Salem is blessed with a wealth of 17th and 18th century
architecture, examples of which include the Crowninshield-Bentley and Derby houses
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The Witch House,
Salem
I visited the Old Witch House, said to have been inhabited by Rev. Roger Williams before
his coming to Providence-Plantations... (Letter to Reinhardt Kleiner, 11 January
1923)
... (“The Dreams in the Witch House”)
This house, built and lived in by Jonathan Corwin, was the location of many of the
inquisitions of the reputed witches in the Salem hysteria. |
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The
Crowninshield-Bentley House, Salem
Asenath had bought the old Crowninshield place in the country at the end of High Street,
and they proposed to settle there after a short trip to Innsmouth, whence three servants and
some books and household goods were to be brought. (“The Thing on the
Doorstep”)
Built in 1727 by Captain John Crowninshield, this three-story building has been moved to the
Peabody-Essex Museum. |
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The Derby
House, Salem
We discussed certain possible arrangements for his moving back into the
Derby mansion, and I hoped that he would lose no time in making the change. He did not call
the next evening, but I saw him frequently during the ensuing weeks. We talked as little as
possible about strange and unpleasant things, but discussed the renovation of the old Derby
house, and the travels which Edward promised to take with my son and me the following
summer. (“The Thing on the Doorstep”)
This, the oldest brick house in Salem, was built in 1762 by Richard Derby for his son, Elias
Hasket Derby, America’s first millionaire. |
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Charter Street Burial Ground, Salem
...you know Pickman comes of old Salem stock, and had a witch ancestor hanged in
1692. (“Pickman’s Model”)
Poor little Nat [Nathaniel Mather, younger brother of Cotton] died at 19—I have
seen his gravestone in the old Charter St. Burying Ground at Salem. His fortunate escape from
life came in 1688, and his epitaph (a tribute to his prodigious learning) reads with
unconscious pathos—‘An Aged Person who had seen but 19 Winters in the
World’. (Letter to Robert E. Howard, 4 October 1930)
One of the stones in the graveyard reads, “HERE LYES INTERRD THE BODY OF MR CALEB PICKMAN
WHO DIED JUNE 4th, 1737 (BEING STRUK WITH LIGHTNING) AGED 22 YEARS. My times are in thy hand,
O Remember my Life is Wind.” |
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Danvers Asylum for the Criminally Insane,
Danvers
Before long I was pretty nearly a devotee, and would listen for hours like a schoolboy
to art theories and philosophic speculations wild enough to qualify him for the Danvers
asylum. (“Pickman’s Model”)
I’ve heard personally of more’n one business or government man that’s
disappeared there, and there’s loose talk of one who went crazy and is out at Danvers
now. (“The Shadow over Innsmouth”)
The first two NecronomiCons, a convention devoted to the Cthulhu Mythos and
H.P. Lovecraft, took place at the Sheraton Tara Resort, about a mile north of the hospital.
The eerie, Gothic towers of the hospital can be seen from the hotel. |
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Captain Samuel Fowler House, 166 High Street, Danvers
Inform’d by the sign that this was the Capt. Samuel Fowler House, built 1809,
accessible for eightpence, and the property of the Society for the Preservation of New-England
Antiquities, I loudly sounded the knocker and awaited developments....Led by the Sibylline
wraiths of decay’d gentry, I explor’d the house from cellar to attick. Its
decorations are of unrivall’d beauty, and its furniture, ornaments, china, and silver,
are beyond description. Fine ancestral portraits, old garments of great richness, priceless
laces and other Colonial remnants of domesticity—all these recall uncannily a bygone
prosperity which the present mocks. I was allow’d to don a cap which Captain Fowler wore
in the War of 1812, and a civilian swallow-tail coat of the same period—a cream
colour’d dress garment which fitted me finely, and shew’d that the good captain was
as stout an old gentleman as your grandpa. (Letter to Frank Belknap Long and Alfred
Galpin, 1 May 1923) |
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