Perhaps the greatest place to read anywhere in the
world bad weather, quiet weekdays and pre and post season environments
make Gurnet and Saquish ideal for reading. There are a few residents,
former residents and visitors who have written books and we'll try to
build a library for you along with our favorites written about the sea.
provide proper credit.
DUXBURY FREE LIBRARY offers free wi-fi, loads of historic information and a number of movies for children and adults alike. It also functions as a meeting place for a number of community events. Select the links below to find directions, check hours and view the schedule of events.
The first novel from Saquish native Peter Endicott is featured in this article from Wicked Local Plymouth. In the boat, Jake and Stevie felt like they were on top of the world. They didn’t see the narrow ribbon of water surrounded by mud flats. They saw a deep channel that led to all the oceans of the world. They sensed the adventures of the whole summer waiting for them."
This all-color, hard-cover book contains incredible historical and present-day
photographs of
beachscapes and wildlife. Nine chapters of text describe the
geology of the beach, its history, the storms, and the people
and events that have had an impact on Duxbury Beach. Includes the GurnetSaquish chapter "Beyond the Beach" by Elaine M. Nudd. To view images and
text from the book visit the HISTORY page. All proceeds go
directly to the Duxbury Beach Reservation, Inc., the non-profit
charitable corporation that owns Duxbury Beach and is committed to
preserving the beach for future generations.
A Year in Thoreau's Journal by Henry David Thoreau - Volume 8 - Copywright 1906 Houghton Mifflin Co. The Riverside Press Cambridge, Penguin Classics.
Westwind is the online literary
journal written by students faculty and alumni of UCLA. Diane Cordova
is an alumnus, a contributor to the journal and, when she was a little
girl, a visitor to Saquish Beach in the summer. One summer was
particularly traumatic. This story will ring true for many visitors.
Read it HERE. SUMMER EYES
for Lizzie
In June they slid from scratchy socks
and the stiff leather soles of school,
pink and tender twitching, like baby mice,
blinking, out into the sharp stare of the sun and the
caress of a fresh southwestern breeze,
to begin again the ritual; to tan and toughen
on the summer side of the month.
Two weeks and they had memorized it all:
the rough little crevasses from jagged pebbles
littering midnight’s walk to the outhouse,
morning’s warmth held in the flat stones
on the path down to the sea,
the endless rolling bumps in the hard wet sand
left behind by the outgoing tide,
the ‘so cold they hurt’ iced waters off the front beach,
the ‘too hot to stand still’ singe
of the powdered dunes at mid-day.
And, like paint off the porch,
the first burned layers peeled from their tops
as unseen needles, hidden in scalps of eelgrass,
pricked at their bottoms,
and down in the rotten egg of the creek bed,
along with that greenhead,
the cool ooze of sucking mud squeezed in between,
while hanging low in foggy evening’s air
the dust on the hard packed road
kicking home from the ball field after dark.
If ever caught and blindfolded by pirates,
you’d always know where you were.
In summer, your toes could see.
Marshall C. Moore
Exeter, NH
June, 2009