With the Gay Head Light at the edge of the cliff, Vineyarders are celebrating, and angling to save, the beloved red-and-white-flashing beacon at the Island’s western tip.
Prudy Burt swung her Toyota Tacoma off of North Road and onto the shoulder. She traipsed confidently through the brush, pushing branches out of her way as she headed for Mill Brook. A Burt-led tour of the brook is both history lesson and gossip column, environmental report and storytelling session. She names each pond and knows the property owner responsible for every dam (and whether their children like to fish).
By Heidi Sistare
They are not typical year-round homes; they’re more like well-appointed summer dwellings. Nor are they stylistically similar. But Seaview in Aquinnah and the Corduroy House in West Tisbury share one remarkable feature: in a day when the cost of new construction on the Island regularly runs to $400 or more per square foot, both were built for less than $200 per square foot.
By Joyce Wagner
Perched above Lambert’s Cove Road in West Tisbury, with views across the wetlands to Vineyard Sound and the Elizabeth Islands, The Folly is Friederike and Jeremy Biggs’s unexpected paean to classical Italian living. Their two-story stucco villa and surrounding seventeen acres reflect the couple’s passion for travel, art, romance, whimsy, comfort, and natural beauty.
By Karla Araujo
With a historic Chilmark house slated for a full restoration this fall, we went looking for what remains of 350 years of home design.
By Remy Tumin
We’ve all heard the complaints – some Island towns are saddled with higher property taxes, while others are among the lowest in the state. The residential tax rate in Chilmark is a mere $2.48 per thousand dollars of property value, for instance, while over in Tisbury it’s more than three times as much at $8.39. Pop into any Vineyard cocktail party and you’ll hear plenty of theories. Chilmark offers fewer municipal services than other towns, some will say.
I first met Albert back in the eighties. My then-future wife rented his house in Edgartown one summer and I used to bump into him from time to time. Albert was a little rough around the edges and a bit of a free thinker, but basically a straight-up guy.
By Geoff Currier
With the coastal bluff eroding, two things were obvious. The old house near the edge of the scarp was doomed, and any new structure built there had to be easily movable. Working with clients whose family have owned the land for decades, architect Peter Rose came up with the idea of little boxes made not of ticky-tacky but of ten-inch-thick concrete. We caught up with him recently at the property. MVM: Why concrete?