Architects Win Awards
Hutker Architects of Vineyard Haven and Falmouth has won two merit awards in the 2008 Custom Home Design Awards program for a residence and a kitchen.
Time Out in Tisbury
Following a passionately fought campaign about whether Tisbury should allow restaurants to sell beer and wine, voters have spoken on the matter by the most slender of margins — two votes.
A recount of the historic tie vote decided the matter last week, and Tisbury will remain a dry town.
Backers of the alcohol sales initiative, having come so close, now want to bring the issue back before the voters as quickly as possible.
But the town is weary from this campaign and needs a rest.
Dodging a Sex Offender
Last March the West Tisbury library trustees suddenly found themselves confronting what for most small town volunteers was the dilemma of a lifetime. Disturbing reports had come about the director of the town library through the town police department. Howard Curtis, who had been hired in June of two thousand and six, was an alleged sex offender. At that point there were no charges against Mr. Curtis, only allegations.
T he best kinds of stories about your kids are those that you wouldn’t remember unless you wrote them down. In 1993 Adam was 13 and we had just given him permission to go places on his own.
The summer season began when the squid started to bite. I knew it had come when Adam’s clothing got all mucked up with ink and slime. His hands would be stained black. This began happening every day.
Planting Trees
From the Vineyard Gazette editions of May, 1933:
A conservation army, numbering 219 men, will arrive on the Island today to take up the work of reforestation in the state reservation under the federal plan for relieving unemployment. This army is one that has been through the preliminary course of training at Camp Devens and will be in the charge of a captain and two lieutenants of the regular Army, besides a detail of military police.
It was a spectacular crash, the first I’d ever seen. Two cars, at the intersection of State and Old County Roads, hit like billiard balls and bounced straight backwards. Happy for all, the only injury was a young passenger in one car who sliced up his forehead. Pieces of cars were all over the road, and in typical Vineyard fashion motorists began stopping and running to assist. The EMTs soon arrived, calm returned, the debris was kicked off the road and we all went on about our business.
Hello everyone. We have another batch of pieces for you to read. For the last couple of weeks, the sophomore classes have been learning about the Holocaust and many of our class are giving feedback on that topic. We are writing personal opinions and feelings about that topic; after looking through all of the pieces, I really liked Gail Herman’s piece. Having learned about the subject myself, I feel I can relate to what she says. The quote she uses that we can bomb the world into pieces, but not into peace, is powerful and says it all for us.
High Ground
My husband and I sit in cones of electric light,
reading in down-filled, chintz-covered armchairs
in our pretty little parlor in our pretty second home.
The tinnitus of crickets and the hiss of the sprinkler system
seep through screened doors and windows.
Thousands of miles away people are drowning.
In droves. For days. They stuff rags under their doors.
