In the home of my childhood we had no scissors, no flashlight and no scotch tape. Well, that’s not exactly true. We had them all but when they were...

With a gust of wind, November blows the last of the oak leaves from the branches and the clear November light pours down from the emptied gulf of sky...

For all we have Not all we think we need For all the mountains Broad valleys, deepest seas For all our dreams Our hopes The friendships that we gain...

From the Vineyard Gazette editions of Nov. 1971: Until killing frosts ravage the scarlet cranberries in Manuel S. Duarte’s six-acre bog at Cranberry...

Just when a nasty election campaign threatens to fracture us all into percentage points, a good northeaster blows in to remind us of what binds us...

Last week the Gazette published a story about Island Entertainment moving across the street to save on rent. Other than this nod to the current...

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Letters to the Editor

The obituary for Dr. Laura L. Reid wonderfully captured her unique personality, vivaciousness, and joy in life and love of people.

As always we had a wonderful time on Martha’s Vineyard from August 16 to 23, a time we choose because of the Agricultural Fair.

The beauty about Sunday softball at Chilmark’s Flanders Field is that everyone has fun. It’s a place where year-round Islanders and summer visitors...

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