The Story
Also known as
The Lurvey House.
That's what the locals call it — and it's been a name on this road longer than most people can remember. The main portion of the house dates to 1855, and it carries its history the way old New England houses do: in the wide pine floors, the hewn granite basement walls, the two chimneys that have kept generations warm through coastal Maine winters.
The house belonged for many years to Fr. Warren, whose name it now carries. His family filled it with antique furniture, quirky decorations, and a life well lived. The Tew family preceded them — and the extraordinary hand-painted murals in the dining room are entirely their doing, illustrating scenes from their family life in Connecticut and here on the island. Look closely and you'll find a British flag woven in: Mr. Tew was British, and he made sure posterity knew it.
I first visited The Warren in 2009 as a weekend guest up from Boston, and I've returned nearly every year since — often more than once. I've brought my son here since he was three months old. For a New Englander who now lives in New Mexico, this is the place on earth I love most.
The kitchen and the back porch are where people end up. Whether over food, drink, or conversation, this house has collected a great many joyful memories. I hope yours join them.
One honest note: this is an old house in coastal Maine. Mustiness can vary with the weather, the occasional bug will find its way in, and cobwebs occur. The house is quirky, charming, and decidedly unique. It's a real home.
Welcome to The Warren.
