Commentary
Can’t Pay the Rent
I’ve spent at least a portion of the last 47 summers with my family in a gingerbread cottage in the Camp Ground in Oak Bluffs. The boulder at the rear entrance to the Tabernacle reads, “Surely God is in this place.” I cannot speak for God but it seems that my late grandfather’s spirit is still singing loud in the Sunday chorus and present at that most dreaded childhood event — the Camp Meeting Association potluck.
In an op-ed that appeared in this newspaper last week Timothy Holmes strangely stated: “The promoters and supporters of the Cape Wind project are about to perform the equivalent of loading 34,000 General Motors 2005 Hummers into Nantucket Sound.”
The family reunion in Hawaii was upcom ing — should I go? I had been avoiding the issue for almost a year. It was in July and July is a wonderful time to be on the Vineyard. It was far. The tickets were expensive. And in my dotage I have become unreasonably fearful of airplanes.
Then I heard Lizzie’s voice — that’s Elizabeth Puuki Napoleon Low — my Hawaiian grandmother, long departed from this world.
“Just go,“ she said.
SHOCKING NEWS
Editors, Vineyard Gazette:
The following is an e-mail that went out to an array of West Tisbury residents on Wednesday:
For All and Sundry
From Gazette editions of November, 1934: