Commentary
In the middle of the last century if you headed east on Lagoon Pond Road from the Five Corners intersection you would have seen much as you would today, a large expanse of giant cattails on your right.
While we all know Martha’s Vineyard youth face unique challenges, great work is being done to ensure that these challenges are being faced head-on.
After reading Tom Dunlop’s interesting story in last Friday’s Gazette about the early post-war means of getting to and from the Vineyard by boat, I was transported back to my own experience in getting here in 1946 and 1947.
Struck him out! 6-to-1. You won.
I went to the senior center in Vineyard Haven last Wednesday morning for my very first time. In fact it was my first visit to any senior center. I don’t like those euphemisms — senior, golden oldie, retiree.
The sound of my childhood bedroom door echoed as I opened it. I stood in the middle of the tiny blue room and imagined everything just as it was when I was 12 — my twin bed with a starry comforter, a collage on one wall of magazine cutouts (lots of ‘N Sync), murals of fairies, flying mice, frogs playing fiddles and other whimsical things on another wall. My parents let me paint anything I wanted to on one wall.