The Heart and Soul of Sconset
By Tori Eversmann
It’s almost impossible to write something innovative about Nantucket that hasn’t already been covered: fog rolling in “on little cat feet¹,” the sweet fragrance of privet hedge that belies a sense of order and privacy, cobblestone streets and shelled driveways, the grey-shingle house aesthetic, an unparalleled and violent whaling history, the beautiful sandy beaches…the list is long. This scrappy island’s reputation precedes itself in many permutations. However, one cherished location is not often in the spotlight. Siasconset or ‘Sconset as it became known locally when it was a tiny fishing village as early as the late seventeenth century, seven miles out from town.