Commentary
The ancient signatures on the yellow horsehide were hard to read. But when I first held that old baseball in my hands in the early 1950s, I had barely learned to spell my own name, let alone decipher the signatures of old Pittsburgh Pirates players. My grandmother Mimmie never commented on the relic, which she kept, oddly, in the upper right corner of her sewing machine table.
As children, we anticipated the July Fourth excursion to Edgartown to take in that rare and wonderful “blink-and-you-missed-it” parade to be followed by hot dogs, ice cream and fireworks.
Great Ferry Heist
From Gazette editions of July, 1935:
On Saturday; book lovers from all over the Island gathered at the West Tisbury Public Library to celebrate librarian Paula Black on what would have been her 57th birthday.
SMF versus QBA
A five-year-old girl, wildly happy to be on South Beach with her mom and dad on a sparkling summer afternoon, chases her shadow down the strand. Suddenly her screams shatter the tranquility. She crumbles to the sand, terrified at sudden, intense pain. Her parents rush to her aid, wide-eyed and shocked. Penetrating the sole of one tiny foot is a large jagged shard of green glass. In trauma and disbelief, they tear to the hospital, intent only on immediate help for their desperately crying child. Would she ever run carefree down a beach again?