From the Vineyard Gazette edition of Jan. 7, 1972: What of 1972, upon the track of which we have so freshly started?

Every Christmas on Martha’s Vineyard is an old fashioned Christmas, even though the observance came relatively late to New England. The three youths...

'Twas Christmas Eve and Santa Claus was readying for his trip to see his Vineyard friends, of course, but traveling not by ship, nor ferry boat nor...

Nature seems to whisper during a snowstorm as a blanketing hush falls over the land, sky and sea. Even the foghorn sounds muffled.

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...

I woke up wearing a hospital gown. The paper napkin tie-on dress was a faded robin’s egg blue, dotted with orange bloodstains from the burns that...

"Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming!" That’s how my grandmother, Addie Crist, would greet me when she came to visit my parents and me for the...

Norman Bridwell, who died last week at 86, was living proof that there really are no absolutes in life, and that especially includes rejection. The...

The prolonged cold snap which the Vineyard has experienced for virtually two weeks without a thaw has caused the older inhabitants to rack their...

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