"This pleasant Colonial house facing on Hingham Harbor was built in 1792 by John SOUTHER. Captain Francis BARKER of the Old Ordinary owned a large amount of land around here and operated a shipyard in the marsh below from several small buildings situated where the house now is. He sold it all to SOUTHER in 1791 for £118. SOUTHER was a privateer in the Revolutionary War. He was captured by the British and held on a prison ship in New York harbor where he contracted small pox and the itch!"
SOUTHER's son, John SOUTHER Jr., moved the shipyard to Quincy in 1815 but the family retained the home. In the 1840's and 1850's Leavitt SOUTHER sold parts of the property at auction but the house remained in the family until 1888. At that time it was acquired by George WRIGHT. (George WRIGHT married 2nd to Emma Maria SOUTHER and third to Sarah Ann SOUTHER, both daughters of Leavitt SOUTHER). In 1924 Elizabeth COATSWORTH bought the property and she and her husband, Henry BESTON, both well known authors, lived there until the 1940's when they gradually began to spend all their time in Maine. The house was rented to many tenants until Donald & Grace LETTIS bought it from the COATSWORTH estate in 1983.
Elizabeth COATSWORTH named the house "Shipcote" and she wrote lovingly of it in her book South Shore Town. She had renovated it in 1926. The fireplace then in the old kitchen (now the living room) was removed to reveal the original one with its beehive oven and the maps on the wall above it were probably installed at that time. Also then the wallpaper with peacocks was hung in the dining room. The panels in the front parlor came from China.
Ms. COATSWORTH had her desk in the southwest corner of the living room and one may see the hole where she had a speaking tube to communicate with the kitchen. In the front hall is a spyglass and a knife, said to have belonged to the privateer, which are to stay with the house.
Mr. and Mrs. LETTIS have been living here since 1967 but they were only able to buy the house in 1983. They installed the new kitchen and they have been lovingly and carefully restoring the entire house.
"Each house has its personality, and some are hard and even wicked and some are kind. When I first walked through Shipcote and saw it wide, low rooms, its ample fireplaces in their paneled walls, and how the sun flooded into all its southern windows, and the bay stretched before all its northern windows, I thought, "What a gentle house in which to live and die." And that is still my thought after many years of rather intermittent living in it. The eighteenth century built houses for human beings, fitted to the spirit, as no other century even succeeded in doing. Spacious, clear, and untroubled are all the lines; even proportion is naturally right. Some people say that in America one reason for this is that the local builders got their plans from drawings made by eminent British architect, but the cause is deeper than that. Man must have reached some felicitous equilibrium in himself during that century, which is reflected in everything which his hand touched."
We found that the wall between the kitchen and the living room had bricks set within the structure of the posts. The Red Lion Inn in Cohasset has the same type of construction. This clay brick construction was for the purpose of insulation and gives us another clue that the shed had been set against an outside wall after the original structure had been built.
In modernizing the kitchen we retained most of the original character of the room. The old woodbox, the configuration of the pantry and the washtub were saved. The enclosed stairway was opened and the solid door used for the closet. The grillwork for the new stairs was modeled after the bar cage at the "Old Ordinary", adding light and size to that part of the room.
The blue pie safe in the corner came from my grandmother's farm in the town of New Lisban, Otsego County, New York. Many of the old family pieces in the house came from the same source.
The view from the front door has changed little in two hundred years. Gone is the SOUTHER Shipyard below the road, but Sarah, Langly, Ragged and Button Islands, as well as World's End look much the same.
We added the stenciling to this room and to two rooms upstairs. We used ideas from a pattern book of the 1790 to 1820 era to show what might have been had Moses EATON, Jr. passed this way.
The stenciling is a copy of a freeze found in the Franklin PIERCE Homestead in Hillsboro, New Hampshire, done some time prior to 1822. This would be in keeping with the time Shipcote was built. The fireplace mantel appears to be one of two original in the house. The other is in the east bedroom.
"At the end of June Margaret was born, and sometime in July I was back in my own room, looking out over the harbor. That day the baby was with me asleep. The house was quiet with the drowsy quiet of summer. Glancing idly from my front windows, I suddenly stiffened a the sight of a large white bird floating in the inlet in the lea of Goose Neck. This lies just below our house, a long stone's throw from where I stood in the peaceful chamber looking out. I could scarcely trust my eyes, but I knew that the bird was a swan, feeding so close to shore that its great breast must almost have been grounded in the shallows. There is a pond on the Cape called Swan Pond, and people sometimes report a distant flight of swans seen from the beaches far offshore, but never have I met anyone who has come upon a wild swan in these parts. But here the creature was, as tranquil as the reflection of a cloud. Here it was in midsummer curving its lovely throat, floating here and there, pausing, darting down its proud head into the water.
After a time I called Lalitha, who came up from the kitchen. I not only wanted her to see this marvel, but I wish evidence beside my own to prove that I had really seen what I though I had seen. 'What is that?' I asked. And Lalitha looked and said, 'That's sure a swan, Miss Betty.'
And then she returned to the more absorbing interests of her kitchen. But the baby and I remained watching the swan - not that the baby's kitten-blue eyes could really see that far, but I picked her up to look out, for somehow the swan belonged to her. For an hour I gazed dreamily forth upon that dream. A unicorn pacing down Otis Street would have scarcely seemed more visionary. And at the end of an hour, the swan turned from its shallows and slowly, tranquilly floated away. Between Sarah and Langley Islands I could still see it like a white water lily on the blue bay, and far out almost to Hull I caught glimpses of it like a star which appears and disappears in the blue sky of dawn. Then it was gone, the vision was gone, and from that day to this I have never seen it again"
Richard Dennis Souther
Souther Family Association
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