Map of Cape Cod by Consuelo Joerns, a friend of Edward Gorey, on sale in the shop
On our first return to Cape Cod in 2008, after an interval of 29 years, I discovered The Edward Gorey House and made a visit and posted my photos here. On our last Saturday of this year’s trip, after checking out of our Airbnb in Barnstable, I made a second visit to the house.
Even if you don’t recognise Gorey’s name you will probably recognise his work. There’s a fairly detailed biographical sketch of him here on the house website. He lived at the house, at Yarmouth, Massachusetts, for the last 20 years of his life. The house is jam-packed full of his stuff and there is also a barn-full next door. Most of his collection of 25,000 books are currently being catalogued and shelved at San Diego State University. His own personal art works are in Hartford, Connecticut.
A small selection of Gorey’s books is still shelved at the house
Remember The Dubonnet Queen of Ealing Common?
And see The Scavenger Hunt below : J is for James who took lye by mistake
A corner of Gorey’s kitchen
And there’s U is for Una who slipped down a drain.
These Cabinets of Curiosities seem to turn up everywhere this year
Edward Gorey never threw a ticket away
Note also the Scavenger Hunt and pencil.
Author Gorey’s own works
For younger visitors the curators of the house have devised a Scavenger Hunt for the Gashlycrumb Tinies. (See the tickets vitrine above) Well, it’s not really just for children. Anyone can join in.
I spotted :
A is for Amy who fell down the stairs
G is for George smothered under a rug
Edward Gorey House is for everyone!
This is great — I want to go here. Perhaps on your next visit we will follow you east. I have never been to Cape Cod.
Never been to the Cape! You surprise me, Julie. We were there on our very first visit just before we came to see you. I love this house. Always something new to discover. I don’t know why I have only visited twice.
One of my favourite eccentrics! I always buy Edward Gorey greetings cards at Salts Mill, then wonder who on earth amongst my friends & relatives is odd enough to love them as much as I do.
A woman after my own heart, nilly. I buy the cards and then try to think who might like one – often I only come with … me!