Kelley Meredith Marks and Timothy Elliot Solomon were married and had their fishing-themed reception on Sept. 12, 2009, at the Allen Farm in Chilmark. The Hon. Patrick Clifford and the Rev. Gina Finocchiaro performed the double-ring ceremony.

Aiello — Malfa

Phoenix Aiello of Edgartown and Bill Malfa Jr. of Belmont announce their engagement.

Phoenix is the daughter of Ralph Aiello of Edgartown and Ellen and Jeff Semel of Amityville, N.Y.

Bill is the son of Carolyn and Bill Malfa Sr. of Belmont.

The couple currently resides in Waltham. A September 2011 wedding is planned.

Naftulin — Bengali

Jeff and Judy Naftulin, of Portland, Ore., and longtime summer residents on Chappy, announce the engagement of their daughter, Kiira, to Nathan Bengali, son of Abdul and Judy Bengali, of Rochester, Minn. Both Kiira and Nate have lived and worked in Chicago, Ill., since graduating from the University of Colorado. An October 2011 wedding is planned.

Meera Sharnoff Is Bride

Of Jonathan Feinstein

Meera Laurel Sharnoff and Jonathan Feinstein were married on Sunday, June 6, by Rabbi Yoel Kahn at the Brazilian Room in Tilden Park, Berkeley, Calif.

The bride is a graduate of the University of California Santa Cruz, received her M.D. from Chicago Medical School and was a resident at the Harbor UCLA Medical Center.

She is an obstetrician gynecologist at the Alta Bates Center in Berkeley, Calif.

Hardtack and Coffee: Or the Unwritten Story of Army Life. The Story the Soldiers Wouldn’t Tell: Sex in the Civil War. Forty Miles a Day on Beans and Hay: The Enlisted Soldier Fighting the Indian Wars. Old Nutriment.

These are all titles of books that Seen the Glory: A Novel of the Battle of Gettysburg author John Hough Jr. was encouraged to read in his research for the book. They are not titles that were available at Mr. Hough’s local library in West Tisbury.

But he got them anyway.

Children making s’mores, picking strawberries and eating ice cream cones. Families sitting down to baskets of fried clams and sizzling burgers hot off the grill. Farmers’ market stalls brimming over with freshly-picked vegetables and fruits.

Children making s’mores, picking strawberries and eating ice cream cones. Families sitting down to baskets of fried clams and sizzling burgers hot off the grill. Farmers’ market stalls brimming over with freshly-picked vegetables and fruits.

It’s hard to believe that in their 25-plus years of existence local fiddling legends the Flying Elbows have never released an album. That is, until now: on Sunday, Nancy Jephcote will lead the Elbows in a release concert at the Grange Hall for their boisterous new album, Pokedelic.

Horses have been a passion of mine for almost as long as I can remember. These beautiful, majestic creatures are powerful and graceful at the same time. They have been used for thousands of years for farming, transportation, pleasure and companionship.

In 1978 all the fish I cared about died. They were the biggest largemouth bass I had ever seen, and they lived in a pond ten minutes’ walk from my house on a large estate in the backwoods of Greenwich, Connecticut, perhaps the most famously wealthy town in America. We did not own the house, the estate, the pond, or the largemouth bass, but I still thought of the fish as my fish. I had found them, and the pond was my rightful hunting ground.

Rather, it is in the shorter history of America,

not England, not Italy, that we find ourselves

in the perfect middle of a rainy, summer afternoon

inside a 1930s shingled boathouse long since

beached on a low hill out of water’s reach,

and plumbed and electrified for habitation.

No effort has been made to hide its origins.

Old masts and spars wait in the overhead rafters.

Blocks and tackle, coiled in figure eight knots,