This issue marks the beginning of the thirtieth year of publication of Martha’s Vineyard Magazine, which first went on the stands in the summer of 1985. Thirty years is a long time when looked at forward. If I’m still editing this magazine in 2045, I’ll not just be lucky to have a great job, I’ll be lucky to be breathing.
Put higher prices than you oughtOn things you wish you’d never bought,And early birds before the saleStill fight to own them, tooth and nail.
The iconic Bob Marley said, “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” If Bob had lived on the Vineyard, however, he might have added, “As long as the music doesn’t rely on a seasonal economy, in which case you might feel some pain.”
I flew cross-country past the trees.Two roads diverged between my skis.Which way to go? No time to pick!(Thank heavens 9-1-1 came quick.)
Exactly seventy years ago this season, Nelson Bryant of West Tisbury was in Europe, having dropped by parachute into German-occupied Holland. “On December 17, my regiment wasordered to prepare for immediate movement to the Bulge and I was apprehensive as we rushed to gather weapons, ammunition, clothing, and K-rations,” he wrote in his new memoir, Mill Pond Joe.
“I had wanted to jump into Normandy and Holland, but the thought of more combat, particularly in winter, depressed me.”