From the Editor
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,…
Thing of Beauty: Wooly, Wooly
Flannels, thermals, muck boots, and puffy coats – the Vineyard doesn’t have a reputation for being fashionable in the offseason.
DAW: Robert Frost on the Trails
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.)
And a Boatload of Brains
It’s no surprise, perhaps, that among the ranks of Woods Hole scientists are a handful of people who have a foot on both sides of the ferry route.
The Accidental Islander
Author Ted Hoagland – possibly the best writer you’ve never heard of, and certainly the most lauded man of letters living in Edgartown – never aspired to retire on the Island. But then again, he hasn’t really retired.
Island of the Owls
On Martha’s Vineyard, owls are found almost everywhere. But for every twenty owls you hear, you may see only one.
Against All Odds
As an African American painter and a woman coming of age in the 1920s and 1930s, the odds of making it in the art world were nearly nonexistent. But Loïs Mailou Jones proved them wrong, starting with her very first show on Martha’s Vineyard.
An Uncommon Day
Rarer even than an irruption of snowy owls is the chance to skate all the way from Aquinnah to Edgartown. A remembrance of a time gone by.
Bring It On!
Winter sports are a not-so-secret pleasure of Island life in the season between late fall beachcombing and the thrilling arrival of snowdrops. All the more so because the appearance of ideal conditions cannot be predicted or promised. Only anticipated and prepared for.
Wes Craven’s The Birds: Part 7
Our intrepid columnist returns for another talk with the birds. Their advice: “You’re a bird brain, but that can be illuminating. Relax and enjoy the ride”.
Notes from the Tackle Room: It’s Not Over Till It’s Over
There’s a tendency to think that Island fishing ends after the derby’s final hurrah in mid-October. But wait a minute! They may be premature.
That’s My Boat: Dana Gaines
Dana Gaines’s boat isn’t a traditional one with a motor or even a sail. And yet he’s taken it around the Island – twice.
News from the Fleet
While the leaves changed color, along the waterfront crews planned and fitted out for the annual voyages of vessels determined to follow summer.
Island Classic: The Vest
In a community where the line between work wear and formal wear is sometimes blurry, it’s no wonder that the Allen Farm vest has become such a classic.
Robert Frost on the Trails
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.)
How It Works: The Tennis Bubble
If the Amish played more tennis, I feel quite certain that this is the way they would go about winterizing their courts.
The Choir Boys
With four ensembles between them, and nearly five decades of friendship, Peter Boak and Garrett Brown are the pied pipers of Island singing.
Laureates Gone Wild
With all the available posts in the Island’s Poet Laureate Industrial Complex successfully filled, and so many eclectic cross sections of the Vineyard community seemingly faceless, it’s time to implement laureate infrastructure into all walks of Martha’s Vineyard living.
The Buzz
Sometimes it seems appropriate to review a book, and sometimes, as in the case of Deadout by Jon McGoran, (Forge 2014), the jacket flap copy just seems to say it all. “A vacation on Martha’s Vineyard might be just what’s needed to jump-start the stalled relationship between Detective Doyle Carrick and his girlfriend, organic farmer…
Why Is This Woman Smiling?
Island-born Ty Sinnett was one of five up-and-coming Boston fashion designers featured in the opening show of the 2014 Boston Fashion Week this fall.
The Look
The Look, 1972
The year was 1972 and the streets were covered in snow.
