Commentary
In 1967 and 1968, here on the Vineyard, I began to prepare myself to meet the epic sea change that is the Occupy Wall Street Movement today. Those years began a 43-year course in what is possible in this life we live together on earth.
It has been an uninterrupted series of lessons on the power of beauty, on right and wrong, on the limitlessness of love, on the authority of compassion, and on the depth of the grief we must embrace for all that we have destroyed and lost over the last 150 years.
Late Summer Luncheon
Editor’s Note: Last fall Marlee Fox, a senior in high school, was mulling over her creative writing assignment. It was a cold, blustery day in Annapolis, Md. where she lives and her thoughts turned to Martha’s Vineyard. For several years now her family has been visiting the Island for two weeks each summer.
She wanted to capture, “that feeling you get in your stomach when it’s summer for the first time,” she said.
Alarming Contradictions
Editors, Vineyard Gazette:
The year 2012 will mark the 35th anniversary of the Martha’s Vineyard Shellfish Group. Traditionally such a milestone is reason to reflect on the past and ponder the future. So please permit me to indulge in some memories.
From Gazette editions of December 1936:
Winter came to the Vineyard in earnest form early this week, and the youth of the Island enjoyed the earliest skating in many years.CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTOR
Editors, Vineyard Gazette:
I have been walking at Lambert’s Cove Beach with my dogs for many years. I am seasonal so my dates of walking are typically from June 20 to Sept. 10. I usually arrive there around 8:30 in the morning and stay until we must be off at 10:00. I have never gone off-season or in the evenings. I write for the times I go every morning. Usually during a summer season I see a total of two or occasionally three dog feces on the path that have not been picked up.