At my window, bugs are flapping.Will they ever stop their tapping,Tapping till their heads are sore?Quoth the Junebug: “Nevermore!”
It was late in the evening on June 4, 1955 and Kib Bramhall needed a Vineyard fix.
Up-Island and down this past winter there were houses on stilts. Most notable, perhaps, was the beginning of work restoring the Old Parsonage in West Tisbury. That home dates back to 1668 and is generally considered to be the second oldest residence on the Island, which makes it one of the oldest structures in the country. Now in the middle of its fourth century of existence, for a moment a few years back it seemed as if the house might not survive into its fifth, when a preliminary application to tear it down was filed with the West Tisbury Historic District Commission.
How do I rent thee? Let me count the ways...Elizabeth Hawes looks back on an itinerary of houses.
Inspecting house and yard, outdoors,
We make a list of urgent chores
And wonder: Should we call the painter,
Or let our home grow even quainter?