My husband and I spent Labor Day weekend in Marblehead, Massachusetts. It was the town where my mother-in-law and her four siblings grew up. While we were there for a wedding and I knew that it was going to be a blast, I had no idea how much I was going to love Marblehead itself.
Marblehead was the most idyllic place I have been in the longest time. It reminded me of Nantucket, fitting as it is so close in proximity. Rather than feeling like it was a tourist spot, as Nantucket tends to do, Marblehead felt like it was a local-oriented place. There was not a bad neighborhood in the town and it was so walkable. The weather was gorgeous to the point that I did not recognize any lack of central air conditioning. I loved every historic house more than the last. Even the hangover I had the day after the wedding was easier to deal with as we meandered through the town in hot pursuit of lobster rolls, french fries, and Bloody Mary’s.
I found myself wondering what is was like for the H5 (the family nickname for the five siblings, of which my mother-in-law is part of) to grow up in the magical town. Over the course of the weekend, I talked to each of them about their experiences growing up in the town, and the stories they shared made it sound every bit as magical as I imagined it would be.
My husband and I were invited back for Thanksgiving and I am certain we are going to make the trip.