The island was tiny. As we sailed closer, we smelled the sweet aroma of land. We saw a crowd on the beach.
Before the daylight/hints its slow return/on death bed winter nights as/brutal gusts spit flakes/upon the sheets/
It must have made my father’s sister very happy when I was born on her 38th birthday in 1926.
I am now an elder — with the good and the bad that go along with that. Thoughts of changing my mode of living have been lurking for some time.
In February William R. (Riley) Deeble died at the age of 94. I knew him first in 1938 as one of the members of the Vineyard Haven softball team.
The notice in the Gazette Calendar said “Menu will be a surprise.”
Electricity and gas were all sent into the Camp Ground in the summer only. The local people did not have electricity and gas.
March left us like a lazy lamb but April came in like a loony lion. Its first few days seemed more akin to the start of February.
Writing this comes as a surprise. I could never have imagined that a decision I made at age 21 would be such fodder for scrutiny today.