Growing up in western Massachusetts, I didn’t have much exposure to the sea, or to seafarers. It was by freak chance that I met my first sea captain.

“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!,” shouted the town crier after ringing a large brass bell at the end of Pier 44, Vineyard Haven.

Just because we hear music Doesn’t mean we have rhythm

Through the decades the Possible Dreams auction has seen many notable moments — sometimes with notable people.

A tale that reaches from settlement to commerce, from orthodoxy to schism, from one church to many, from faith to tourism, from industry to...

It was one of two houses for sale on Martha’s Vineyard in 1982 that my friend and I could almost afford.

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Letters to the Editor

In 1854, the town of Tisbury built its first school on Centre Street in Vineyard Haven.

On August 27, there was a blueberry pancake breakfast to raise money for the Martha’s Vineyard Cancer Support Group.

Mother Nature again smiled for the Martha’s Vineyard Wind Festival.

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