Hello, Makayla
Laurel Maciel and Greg Bray announce the birth of a daughter, Makayla Lorraine Maciel, on Sept. 13 at the Martha’s Vineyard Community Hospital. Makayla weighed 7 pounds, 7 ounces at birth. She is also welcomed by brother Trent, grandparents Steven and Laurie Maciel of West Tisbury, great-grandparents Robert and Barbara Maciel of West Tisbury, and great-grandparents Donald and Lorraine Bachand of Fairhaven.
MARGARET KNIGHT
508-627-8894
It seemed like half the population of Chappaquiddick made it over to the launching of Destiny, Rick and Chrissie Haslet’s new ketch, at the Martha’s Vineyard Shipyard this past Saturday. What a beautiful boat, very near to perfection — it almost looks too nice to sail.
JANE N. SLATER
508-645-3378
I have had an off-Island adventure since I wrote last and I am happy to be back in Chilmark. I made some observations on my three-day jaunt that I will share with you. First, the ticket-less ticket program on the ferry only required three pieces of paper — isn’t that one more than the old ticket system required? Oh, well. I noticed that the mainland is also dry and parched in spots and that the traffic there hasn’t let up as it has in Chilmark.
RICK HERRICK
508-693-8065
When I was younger, the thought of retiring in East Chop was something I never considered. The image I had of winters here was one of boarded-up homes, dark streets, and boredom. When Jere and Emma Carmichael came to East Chop to live full-time in 1972, I thought they were crazy.
KATHIE CASE
508-627-5349
There are a lot of smiles on people’s faces as they are enjoying the cool sunny weather. You can wear long sleeves, short sleeves, and still be comfortable. You can even still enjoy the beach. And even though we had a drizzly weekend the weddings were still beautiful.
By LYNNE IRONS
Holy potatoes. As you may recall, in the spring, I tossed my potatoes into my old chicken yard, covered each with a flake of hay, and walked away. I didn’t do one bit of maintenance except for a good dose of water every ten days or so. At the risk of sounding a bit smug . . . I can’t believe the results. I now have more than three bushels of spuds in the kitchen.
John Buchan noted that the charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.
I am not charmed, but do have lots of hope because while I have fished, I have yet to catch.
There have been no morning or evening trips to the derby weigh station in Edgartown, and my pin remains resolutely upside-down (indicating my embarrassing fishless status).
HOLLY NADLER
508-693-3880
New rules for drivers, walkers and bicyclists on the Vineyard:
After another summer of road rage, sidewalk rage and too-many-people-per-square-foot rage, here is a brand-new manifesto for the bipedal, meaning pedestrians and bicyclists (this also applies to anyone who leaves the keys to his or her auto on the hook beside the kitchen door, and proceeds to a destination without the benefit of any device operated by internal combustion):
