It begins to appear as if Tashmoo water will be the ultimate means of making Martha’s Vineyard as well known as Saratoga Springs.
Traditionally our July Fourth service at Union Chapel is reserved for the topic of the state of the American democracy. This year is different.
I was 22. In September I would start a jam-packed nine-month masters program at Columbia University’s Graduate School of Journalism.
“We are taking it slow.” That was the mantra I had back in the fall when I started dating Lance Fullin.
The strike lasted seventy-six days, not counting the April 1 to April 15 so-called wildcat strike of the officers of the Nantucket.
The lights are finally on again in the Yellow House.
Our harbormaster Charlie Blair is truly our old Redwood tree of the sea.
I disagree with your editorial applauding the MVC’s decision to deny the latest iteration of the Meeting House Place subdivision.
From the Oct. 2, 1942 edition of the Vineyard Gazette:
Although the Vineyard joined with New Bedford in mourning the departure of the old whaleship Charles W. Morgan from Round Hills to her new and probably permanent berth at Mystic, Conn., the present aspect of the ancient ship should serve to cheer both places in view of the splendid job that has been done in securing her, and in the promising start that has been made toward her restoration.
