The datebook wedged in my memory reminds me of a few friends and family members whose birthdays fall on these early fall days. There are also a few...

Mosquitoes sang their evening lullaby. My mother tucked netting over my crib, and I, not wanting to be closed in, batted it away.

From the Sept. 19, 1980 edition of the Gazette:

You can never predict how a vacation will turn out, despite the many plans you may make.

There were perfect waves the day the planes hit the buildings.

From the Sept. 8, 1944 edition of the Gazette:

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Let us start by saying we voted for you. Twice.

The vaccination ball is in the West Tisbury select board’s court now.

As millions of Americans attempt to enjoy these last days of summer, the media brings us devastating news of impending tragedy in Afghanistan.

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