Mirth, full of joy as summer bees, Sits there, its pleasures to impart, And children, ‘tween their parent’s knees, Sing scraps of carols o’er by heart. —John Clare
On Christmas Eve, Santa Claus was readying for his trip to see his Vineyard friends. He traveled not by ship, or ferry or on the Island Queen. He comes each year by air!

Connect with Us

Nature Conservancy


The rock and the general — those are the words I use to describe my paternal grandparents. Herbert and Claire Mercier, married for 63 years, created a life on Cooke street in Edgartown.