A new book celebrates the life and work of Island writer Peggy Freydberg, who died this spring at the age of one hundred and seven.
By Alexandra Bullen Coutts
Before you say the new tourist trollies on the streets are “un-Vineyard,” you might want to take a ride on the Oak Bluffs Street Railway.
By Karl Zimmermann
Thirty years in the life of an Island painting.
By Tom Dunlop
For thirty years, and more, we’ve been horrified, appalled, and up in arms. A look back.
By Geoff Currier
Martha’s Vineyard Magazine was born in the summer of 1985, when everyone worried the Vineyard was being overrun with houses and the Island was turning into Cape Cod. Now everyone is worried that housing is becoming unaffordable and that the Island is turning into Nantucket. Can everyone always be right?
By John H. Kennedy
Rockers where the porch was bareInvite the springtime derrièreTo sit awhile and smell the air.The chores can wait; there’s time to spare!
By D.A.W.
The last three decades have ushered in consistent innovation in Martha’s Vineyard transportation.
By Charlie Nadler
You can Google all you want, but no one is going to tell you that the Oak Bluffs harbor is dead tonight and you should head to the Ritz instead. After all, local is as local does.
By Remy Tumin
To those who’ve been here long enough, it is known as “the yellow book,” a definitive history of the steamships and ferries that have sailed to and from the mainland going back to the start of the service, two centuries ago. Written by Paul C.
By Tom Dunlop
It’s springtime, and for right whales, the plankton feeding is easy. A large group of the endangered mammals were spotted via aerial surveys in the waters between Gay Head and Block Island in the late winter and spring. “That’s a really interesting area that’s had relatively little survey effort until recently,” said Philip Hamilton, a research scientist with the New England Aquarium.
By Sara Brown
Spring is an iffy season on the Vineyard. The ocean’s chill delays the reawakening of color and blossom for a seeming eternity while blustery winds keep summer at bay. But something is going on beneath the sea that keeps pulses racing: the spring run of striped bass, which brings these magnificent fish back to our shores from wintering grounds in the Chesapeake and elsewhere.
By Kib Bramhall
