Basil Welch photographed nearly everything there was to see on the Island: boats, buildings, people, animal tracks, trees.
Basil Welch photographed nearly everything there was to see on the Island: boats, buildings, people, animal tracks, trees. He once came upon a dead squirrel in the middle of the road in front of Alley’s General Store, with a fresh double yellow line painted right over it. To accentuate the already bizarre scene, someone had placed a beer can in the animal’s paw. Mr. Welch took a picture.
In some ways, Mr. Welch was the Vineyard’s own Walker Evans, documenting everyday life and often capturing the beautiful and the mundane in a single image. Mr. Welch died in 2011, but left behind thousands of photographs, a large number of which he took himself beginning in the 1960s, and others that he collected. In the 1950s he recovered a large cache of vintage glass negatives from the West Tisbury dump, and began making and distributing prints from as long ago as the mid 1800s.
Over the last few years, Mr. Welch’s daughters, Linda Voluckas and Laurie Clements, have donated all of their father’s photographs to the Martha’s Vineyard Museum, which maintains a large archive of historic images. In 1999, Mr. Welch donated the glass plates, which totaled about 1,100. Another donation was made in 2013. The remainder of the photographs recently arrived at the museum, where archivists are working to catalogue the collection.
“There are so many photos that we have not counted them yet,” said the museum’s chief curator Bonnie Stacy. Many of the images have been remounted in archival-quality sleeves in their original binders. Past exhibits at the museum have occasionally drawn from the Welch collection, which will likely have its own showing in the future.
The donation in 2013 included 32 large binders, which Mr. Welch had organized mostly by town and labeled with red embossing tape. They contain photos of people and places, of documents and postcards, and in many cases, photos of photos. Almost all of the images are labeled on the back with their date and location. One beige-colored binder with the label, “Shacks, Sheds and Shithouses,” contains 216 photos of outhouses, each one carefully labeled on the back.
Most of those outhouses have surely disappeared, Ms. Stacy said. “And I think that’s why he was doing it.”
Mr. Welch’s passion for photography developed out of a long career at the New England Telephone Company, where he was one of two installers on the Island when he started in the 1950s. Over his 32 years at the company, he became intimately familiar with the Island’s back roads, paths and hidden places, and wanted to preserve aspects of the Island that he knew would someday disappear, said Ms. Voluckas.
The outhouses were something of a specialty. Many were already falling down by the mid 1970s, when Mr. Welch began photographing them. In some cases they had likely only been preserved as a matter of nostalgia. “A lot of the time the outhouse was left standing and the house was gone,” Ms. Voluckas said.
Mr. Welch became superintendent for Abel’s Hill Cemetery in Chilmark from 1985 to 1999. He enjoyed spending time alone, which allowed him to focus on his photography, Ms. Voluckas said. But he had many other outlets as well: wood carving, poetry, hunting, fishing. He often corresponded with family members through poetry, and his annual cemetery updates for the Chilmark town report often showcased his unique sense of humor.
“Nothing exciting has happened but nothing usually does,” he wrote in the 1994 report. “People continue to drop in, some for a quick visit and some unfortunately long term.” In 1995 he wrote: “The residents of the Abel’s Hill Cemetery have asked that I keep my Annual Report brief, it being a grave matter, and so I shall... Parties are kept to a minimum and we have had no complaints from neighbors about noise or rowdyism.” The 1990 report was written as a poem.
Mr. Welch had intended for his collection of images to be distributed to each Island town, but his daughters realized that all six towns might not have a place to display them, so they turned to the museum, where Mr. Welch had been a member. Most of the plates he donated in 1999 were created by the photographer Edward Lee Luce, but some were made earlier. Those images are now available online through Digital Commonwealth, a nonprofit collaborative with federal funding.
“In short, the family has been incredibly generous with these [gifts] to the museum, and as a result, to the community, because they really are being shared very widely,” Ms. Stacy said. Once the museum is finished counting and cataloguing the images it will likely host an exhibit, she said, although that may still be a ways out, given the enormity of the task at hand.
Part of what makes Mr. Welch unique as a photographer and collector of images is the intention with which he went about documenting Island life, Ms. Stacy said. “I think a lot of people do it for their own interest,” she said. “But the nice thing about Basil Welch, and his daughters, is that they all recognize that all this work that he did should be shared.” “It was more than a hobby,” she added. “I think it was something that was very, very important to him.”

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Thank you to Basil for
June Manning AquinnahThank you to Basil for capturing the beauty and the people and places of the Vineyard. Thank you to Linda and Laurie for sharing his enormous spirit and his collection that will be preserved for years for all to enjoy. A very special gift from Basil and his daughters. Knowing Basil for half a century was a gift especially with his wit, his humor, his generosity and his wisdom that he shared.
Thank you Linda and Laurie
Debby Ware Vineyard HavenThank you Linda and Laurie for giving us all the chance to see these historic photographs. Your father would be so pleased!
I met Basil as a child in 1961 when he came to our family's Chilmark house to install our phone. He then re-appeared in my life 35 years later on a daily basis getting his morning coffee from us and being "one of the boys" on the front porch of Alley's General Store. My sister Emily and her husband Vic and my husband Will and I all appreciated his humor and knowledge and all around kindness every single day for all the years we owned Alley's. He is sorely missed.
We often enjoyed breakfast
ELIZABETH C MAYHEW ChilmarkWe often enjoyed breakfast with Basil at the Menemsha Deli, when his sister Marijane Welch Poole managed it; and we can attest to his great sense of humor and his talents. He gave my husband, Paul Henry Mayhew, a binder full of Nantucket pictures, knowing that Paul would love it. Paul's mother, Priscilla Coleman Mayhew was born on Nantucket, and she came to Menemsha to teach after college. We are so glad to have known Basil, and his two daughters, and thank them for donating all of his collection to the Martha's Vineyard Museum. We look forward to seeing them sometime.
I grew up next door to Basil
l michael (butch) mayhew Sandwich MAI grew up next door to Basil on Tashmoo Ave. I remember him well as a kind and humerous man. He and my father, Lloyd, worked for the telephone company for years.. I never realized his talent for photography and am so pleased to find out. So glad to see his work /hobby can be now appreciated by all.
My family lived next door to
Jeanne (Mayhew) Gravley Vineyard Haven and Viera, FLMy family lived next door to Basil for many years and he was always a hoot and a half. In fact I used to babysit "TeeDee" (Linda) quite often when she was a baby. I have tons of memories of him but one little thing always sticks in my head. In summer, he and his wife (at that time) used to make a dinner of corn on the cob..JUST corn on the cob... like all they could eat. When I was a kid I thought they were so lucky that they could do that. In the later years, I'd see Basil on Squid Row or at the cemetery and he always had a smile and a little joke to tell. I never knew about his photography, so I'm anxious to see them next time I'm home. RIP Basil.
What a great gift to the MV
albert fischer West TisburyWhat a great gift to the MV Museum and thank you Alex Elvin for writing such a good article about my old friend Basil.
Basil and I were good friends for over 50 years, we hunted, fished and looked for arrowheads together on many occasions. Basil was a hoot, one of a kind, a man set deeply in his own ways.
I miss Basil, I miss our long phone conversations. Whenever I needed an answer about people, places or events from long ago, I would call Basil and he usually had the answer I was looking for. There really isn't anyone I can call anymore for questions I may have about the past.
I love you Albert.
laurie clementsI love you Albert.
I worked in the telephone
george valley vineyard havenI worked in the telephone building across the street from the Chilmark Store and would have coffee with Basil sometimes.He would always chat with the tourists and refer to them as "interesting as a dog fart".On one occasion I asked if he knew the man that he had just sent on his way and he turned and deadpanned "not anymore".
I used to be able to go to my
Jordan Clements / granddaughter Boston MassI used to be able to go to my grandpa Bazils house and look at everything for hours because he had the coolest pics on his walls, the randomest nick nacks and the biggest collection of out houses a little girl had ever seen... I'll never forget the times that he would shock my grandmother at Christmas dinner with his antics, humoring everyone elts. What a knoladgable, intresting man the world lost when grandpa Beezlie died... miss u grandpa ♡ Bean
I love that picture of
Jackie Baer V.H.I love that picture of yourDad-------Remember the photographs that I took of Basil and my Dad? They were a hoot!!!! I was on the 2nd floor of the Hospital recently and I thought ------This is where several of them belong. I would pay to have them mounted and framed.I don't know who to contact----but what fun it would be to see them there!!!!!!------------Jackie
I knew Basil my entire life
Annemarie CullenI knew Basil my entire life because I was told that he and his wife and my parents were newlywed neighbors in apartments somewhere down by Burt's Barber Shop! I also was fortunate to have seen many of his photos, collections and intricate carvings and whittling work. He was a creative genius and yet, what I most remember is his smile and the one he gave to everyone he met.
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