Salem Town Part 3

Readers of Her Dear & Loving Husband recognize Salem State College (now Salem State University, thank you very much) as the place where James and Sarah work. Jennifer, the Wiccan, works there too.

Salem State College (now University)

In Her Dear & Loving Husband, my vampire James Wentworth has inserted himself into the human world as much as he can. If he wants to seem human, I decided, then he would have a job. What job? English literature is the only subject I can discuss with any intelligence, so James became an English professor. An odd job for a vampire, but, as James himself says in the novel, any job besides Grim Reaper would seem odd for one of his kind. I wanted his love interest, Sarah, to work at the college, too, since it’s easy for them to run into each other if they work together. She became a college librarian. I did a search for colleges in the area, and there was Salem State College.

During my online research I discovered, much to my surprise, that there was no library at SSC. The building was unsafe so it was closed down. Without a real library to describe, I decided to create my own. I found some photos, probably of the temporary library for the students at SSC, so I used those images in my descriptions, along with memories of the library I used for years at CSU Northridge, to create a backdrop for James and Sarah.

Salem State University

While on the campus I stood in front of Meier Hall, the School of Arts and Sciences, where Sarah spies on James while he’s teaching his Romantic Poets class. She’s just learned that he’s a vampire, and she doesn’t know what to think of him at this point. It’s one of my favorite scenes in the novel. The university is larger than I imagined, or at least more spread out. It’s a beautiful campus, fresh-looking, clean, and the green of the grass and the new trees make it an inviting place to be. Of course, I wasn’t taking or teaching any classes. The summer school students may not have found it as inviting as I did. This visit to SSU might not have been the most exciting part of my trip to Salem, but I’m glad I took the time to walk the campus for myself.

A settler's house from 1630s Salem (then Naumkeag) in Pioneer Village

Right across Lafayette and down the block, in the state park near the bay, is Pioneer Village. More than any place in Salem, walking onto the grounds of Pioneer Village is like falling into a time warp to the 17th century. The Salem Witch Museum and the Witch Dungeon Museum were interesting, but I didn’t feel the pull of the 1600s in the museums. I felt like a 21st century tourist looking at scenes from the 17th century. At Pioneer Village, you walk into meadow-like grounds of overgrown grass, weeds, trees, front yard gardens, and historically accurate replicas of the homes of the earliest settlers to the area. The costumed docents walk you around, explaining everything, answering questions. Pioneer Village was the closest to a complete immersion into the past I found in Salem.

I didn’t have a lot of time in Boston, but I walked the Freedom Trail, led by a knowledgeable, costumed guide with a great sense of humor and more than a passing resemblance to George Washington. I ate lunch at Faneuil Hall and saw what was perhaps the highlight of my trip—the hotel where Charles Dickens stayed during his trip to Boston in 1842. I also snapped a picture of the building that housed Dickens’s U.S. publisher. Maybe not as exciting to non-Dickens fans, but I thought it was pretty cool seeing those buildings for myself.

It feels fitting, describing my trip to Massachusetts in three parts since the James and Sarah saga is a trilogy. My mother suggested that next I should write a novel set in Hawaii so I could go there to do some research. Not a bad idea. Anyone have any thoughts for a historical novel set in Hawaii? Maybe something about its famous king?

Salem Town Part 2

James's House (Sorry...the John Ward House)

From the Salem Witch Museum I walked down the block to the Peabody-Essex Museum. Imagine my surprise when, behind one of the museum buildings, I encounter the John Ward House built in 1684. Long, brown wooden slats. Diamond-paned casement windows. Steep, pitched gabled roof. Is anyone else thinking what I’m thinking?

This is James’s house!

I burst into laughter seeing James’s house there in front of me. I felt like Sarah when she sees James’s house for the first time: I knew this house though I had never seen it before except in my dreams. This was one of those strange life-imitating-fiction moments I encountered a number of times on my trip to Salem. And, like Sarah, I had to touch the scratchy wood for it to sink in that the house was there. I took picture after picture so I could prove to myself later that James’s house was real and I had stood in front of it. I half-expected to see Sarah walk through the front door.

Pickering Wharf

From there I walked to Pickering Wharf, which also plays an important role in Her Dear & Loving Husband since that’s where Olivia’s shop, The Witches Lair, is located. The Witches Lair is the type of shop you see occasionally with psychic readings, tarot cards, amulets, crystals, and books of spells. While Olivia and her shop are fictional, there is at least one psychic with her own shop in Pickering Wharf alongside the boutiques and restaurants. Located at the edge of the bay, the gray-blue and beige-toned buildings look out into the stretch of water, and there’s the Friendship, the three-masted ship—just the way I described it, thank goodness. I ate lunch at Capn’s, wandered around the shops, watched others eating at the tables outside taking advantage of the sunny summer day, took pictures of the Salem Maritime National Historic Site. Pickering Wharf is peaceful, calm, and beautiful.

The garden at the House of the Seven Gables

I hung around Pickering Wharf for a while, then walked down the block (everything in Salem seems to be down the block from everything else) to the House of the Seven Gables, made famous by the novel from Salem’s favorite son, Nathaniel Hawthorne. From his cousin, Hawthorne learned the story of the old house, and from there came the inspiration for his story. The house is every bit as grand as you would expect. Larger than James’s house (excuse me, the John Ward House), the house has seen a lot of history since it’s one of the oldest buildings in the Salem area. Passed from one family to another, made bigger, rooms and gables added, with that secret passage made famous in the novel, the house was turned from a personal residence into a museum for generations to enjoy. I felt myself pulled back to a previous time as I toured the rooms and looked at the furniture, the wall hangings, and the clothing. Outside the house is the garden, a burst of pinks and purples, and as I admired the flowers I saw the sea stretching out to the horizon, one of the most scenic sights in Salem. I even met two friendly cats wandering about greeting visitors. There are other buildings on the grounds, too, including the red house where Hawthorne was born. Hawthorne was born a few blocks away, and the house was moved to its current location in the 1950s. It’s a humble house since the Hathornes (the original spelling) were not a wealthy family.

The cat at the House of the Seven Gables

I described the museum in Her Dear & Loving Husband. It’s an important moment for James and Sarah. They’re still tentative in their relationship at this point though they want to know each other better. On Halloween, James takes Sarah to see the house, and they see the gables, the garden, the Hawthorne House. He shares his knowledge (and James knows a lot about Salem in days gone by). They become more attracted and attached as they stand there together. I am glad I was able to stand there as well. Of all the sights I saw in Salem, I think the House of the Seven Gables was my favorite.

Salem Town Part 1

Leave it to me to decide to write a novel set in a New England town I had never been to. I have had the odd habit throughout my life of doing things backwards, and this trip to Salem, Massachusetts was no exception.

I’ve told the story before about how I decided to set Her Dear & Loving Husband in Salem. If you’re interested, in this interview I talk about how James and Sarah ended up residing in Massachusetts. I wrote Her Dear & Loving Husband without ever having set foot in that little seaside town which is itself (at least to me) a major character in the story. All I can say is God bless the Internet. I couldn’t have described Salem as well as I did without it.

An Inquiry into Witchcraft from 1697, 5 years after the witch trials (from Witch House)

Flash forward to about three weeks ago. I was at home on my computer, back in virtual Salem for another look around while I’m writing book two in the series. As I’m pulling up photos on the Internet, I’m thinking how pretty Salem is and how I would really like to be there to see it for myself. I’m a teacher off for the summer so I have some time on my hands. I looked up airfare, motels, and rental cars, and I decided, you know what? I think I can swing this trip. Last week, after living with Salem, Massachusetts in my head for two years, I finally walked its streets, and I’m glad I did.

It was a surreal feeling when I first arrived, and it had to sink in that I was actually in Salem. Hey, I might see Sarah walking these streets! Not James, of course. It was daytime and he was sleeping. Yes, I know James and Sarah are fictional characters, but they’re my fictional characters, which makes them real to me (and hopefully to anyone who reads the novel).

The first thing I did was take the red trolley car around town. It’s a small, walkable place, but the trolley is nice because the tour guides are knowledgeable and give extra insights—a Salem FYI. Did you know that Salem’s name was Naumkeag, after the original natives, when it was first settled in 1626? Or that Salem is probably a shortened version of Jerusalem, Hebrew for city of peace or dwelling of peace? City of peace is a good name for that town.

The Friendship in Salem Harbor

There is a quietness, a calm in Salem that I can’t associate with any other place I’ve been. It might be a New England thing, or a Massachusetts thing, or a seaside thing. But people are different there. They smile at you. Say hello. There isn’t the mad-rush pace you see in larger cities (except for their driving). I think the seaside has something to do with it. The coastline along the bay is beautiful, scenic, the bay stretching out into the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, the trees along the coast adding green to the blue of the water. There are the little boats chugging and bobbing in the waves, caught in the mud at low tide, and there are people wandering along, some sightseeing, others enjoying the light and the heat of late July. The beaches are popular and families with moms and dads and children and grandparents splash in the waves and sit in the sun. I have always found something serene about the ocean, the peace of going home, if you will, and Salem has the tranquility of the bay every day of the year.

The statue of Roger Conant from the Salem Witch Museum

After the trolley, my next stop was the Salem Witch Museum, across from Salem Commons. I looked first at the statue of Roger Conant, who helped to settle Salem (then Naumkeag) in 1626, and he looked every bit as imposing and unforgiving as I thought he would. Raised several feet off the ground in the center of the road, Roger stares across the town like a disapproving headmaster over a roomful of unruly boys. At the Salem Witch Museum, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it looks just as I described—a large brick building, a former church, in fact. From my research for Her Dear & Loving Husband, I was already well-versed in the details of the witch trials, but I was interested in how the Salem Witch Museum portrayed those horrible days in that very place over three hundred years before. I liked how the various scenes showed the progression of the tragedy. How does one turn against a neighbor? A friend? A wife? All these years later and we still don’t know the answer.

The Salem Witch Museum

In my next post I’ll talk a bit about stepping onto Pickering Wharf for the first time and touring the House of the Seven Gables. I hope you’ll join me.

Home from Salem

The house where Nathaniel Hawthorne was born

I’m home from a few days trip to Salem, Massachusetts. It was an interesting time, seeing the beautiful New England seaside scenery, walking through the witch trials museums and the House of the Seven Gables. I’ll have more to say about my time there in the next couple of days. For now, I’ll say that the strangest part was walking the roads and seeing the sights I’ve lived with in my mind for over two years. I am happy to report, however, that I got my descriptions of Salem pretty right on, which is a neat trick if you consider that I used Internet pictures, descriptions, maps, a few travel sites, and Google Earth to help me. Right now, I can also say with certainty that going to Salem was a good thing to spark inspiration as I continue writing the second part of the James and Sarah saga. More thoughts about Salem to come…