Fall descended on Martha’s Vineyard in one fell swoop of standard time and cold air.
Vineyarders needn’t look too far to find something going bump in the night. Take, for instance, the ghost who resides at the county jail.
Early historians of the Vineyard wrote little about the Island’s great expanse of the central plain. Life centered about the harbors and ponds or...
Vehicular travel is directed toward Manter’s Hill and The Brickyard in old Cape Higgon these days.
Ted Hartman at the derby weigh-in station.
The nightly scene at the weighing-in station in Oak Bluffs, is an aspect of the annual bass derby that has never been adequately described.
There is considerable virtue in an autumn rain, and some even in an autumn gale.
From every quarter comes the question: “What is the world coming to?”; and particularly when the word comes of wholesale disaster.
Indian summer weather greeted the opening of the 1952 seventh annual Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass Derby.
School opens. We have with us again the smiling morning faces and the reluctant feet.