But it was at this house that Eliot spent each summer vacation ever since he was 9. And that lasted twenty years. He owed to the place his early experience of sea life that haunted him for the rest of his life. 

The river is within us, the sea is all about us; 
The sea is the land’s edge also, the granite 
Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses 
Its hints of earlier and other creation: 
The starfish, the horseshoe crab, the whale’s backbone; 
The pools where it offers to our curiosity 
The more delicate algae and the sea anemone. 
It tosses up our losses, the torn seine, 
The shattered lobsterpot, the broken oar 
And the gear of foreign dead men. 
The sea has many voices, 
Many gods and many voices. 
The salt is on the briar rose, 
The fog is in the fir trees.

Story Moments ~ Gloucester HarborWalk   

An interesting aspect.


On Wednesday, September 10, 2014, P <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
How much time did Eliot actually spend in that house anyway? His more formative years were in St. Louis, Louis.

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T.S. Eliot's summer house for sale for $1.3 million - LA Times


A visual treat !