10.01.09

You are building a house. Or more likely, you are paying people to build it for you. These people are doing a tremendous job. Everything they’ve done on it is gorgeous. You can’t wait to live in it. But you have to. Wait, I mean. For a long time. Because the terrible truth about building a house – and this is equally true of renovating, remodeling, or building an addition – is that it always takes longer than you think it will. No, that’s not the terrible truth. That’s just the truth, period.

By Nicole Galland

10.01.09

The year was 2001. David and Saskia Vanderhoop of Aquinnah were in the process of building their house and needed a place to stay. “The previous few winters had been relatively mild,” recalls David, “so I thought we could just live in our teepee.”

By Geoff Currier

09.01.09

Every September and October, thousands of fishermen descend on the Island to participate in the annual Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby. You pay your fee and are handed a baseball cap and a badge with a registration number. Many of us who fish the Derby have hats that are strewn with badges from prior years, with anything more than a handful representing a respectable commitment to the event – a badge in and of itself.

By Kathleen F. Wright

09.01.09

When I was a teacher, sometimes all it took to start the day off right was to receive a written excuse from home regarding a recent absence or tardiness.One gray winter morning early in the year, Billy* came rushing into my classroom an hour late. He blushed as he handed me a note from his mother, grabbed his books, and hurried off to his math class. I opened the note written on a piece of Billy’s notebook paper, and read:

By Shirley Mayhew

09.01.09

Look closely and you might be lucky enough to spot a rare red-footed falcon swooping overhead. Six thousand people checked out this Eurasian and African bird of prey that spent a few weeks in Katama in 2004 – the first time it set foot in North America. People still talk about that sighting, which was reported nationally, and it’s anybody’s guess what unique bird might show up on-Island this week, this month, or this year.

By Brooks Robards

09.01.09

One hot summer day in 1929, a diminutive woman in her late sixties sailed over on a ferry boat from the mainland to Edgartown. She was an animal lover coming from Boston for a quiet Island holiday. But that wasn’t to be. Nor, for the next eighty years, was life for animals on the Vineyard going to be as it had been before.

By Phyllis Meras

09.01.09

When I first set foot on the Vineyard, some twenty years ago, a feeling of aaah, home went through me, though I hadn’t ever been here.

By Linda Black

09.01.09

At the Xtra Mart convenience store and gas station in Vineyard Haven, manager Joe McCarthy wears one of those caps nearly every day. He quips that he’s a low-key Yankees fan. He’s so low key, he stenciled a Yankees logo on his personal parking space at work, to stir the pot. “People have urinated on it, poured beer on it,” he says, “but most of all they laugh at it.”

By Shelley Christiansen

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