Summer Swells

From Gazette editions of August, 1986:

In the middle of what will be his last long summer on the Vineyard for some time, Angelo Bartlett Giamatti enthusiastically compares ballet star Mikhail Barysnikov with the baseball Wizard of Oz, Ozzie Smith, who works his magic in the infield of the St. Louis Cardinals, one of 12 teams over which Mr. Giamatti will now preside as chief executive of the National League of professional baseball.

From a Vineyard Gazette edition of 1931:

Raking it In

From Gazette editions of August, 1936:

The honor of landing the biggest striped bass of the season is held by Carl Norton of Edgartown, who yesterday caught a forty-three pound monster at the Oyster Pond. Mr. Norton was at the pond clamming when a big splash behind him apprised him of the presence of something other than clams. He turned quickly and swung his clam rake toward the fish. Mr. Norton finally got his prize ashore and sold him to the Blankenship fish market at Oak Bluffs.

From Gazette editions of August, 1960:

Piles of lumber, joists, furring boards of various lengths and thickness, all rapidly diminishing, and some scattered stones and lumps of mortar are all that remains of the Eastville Inn. Soon the ground will be cleared, raked over, no doubt seeded with grass, and another Island landmark will sink into oblivion.

Saving Grace

From Gazette editions of July, 1956:

I didn’t know that I would ever want to see salt water again,” mused Dr. Robert Boggs of West Chop as he and his family prepared for the beach. Dr. and Mrs Boggs, their daughter Barbara, 16, and son Robert, 12, are all survivors of the sinking of the Andrea Doria off Nantucket last week, and they reckon themselves as being highly favored by whatever gods may be, that they are together, well, uninjured and able to tell of their frightening experience.

From Gazette summer editions:

It’s one of those odd things that the northeast wind which, most of the year, produces three days — at least — of rain and wind, usually raw and bleak, can produce in late summer and early fall the beautiful phenomenon known as a dry northeaster. A northwest day is pretty fine, but the clear northeast day is finest of all, for its air makes the heart lilt and sing.