Opinion
On behalf of all the graduates, I would like to start by thanking all the teachers, guidance counselors, administrators, secretaries, custodians and other faculty members who have made today possible. Your dedication and professionalism have had a positive impact on all our lives. I would also like to thank the families of the graduates, whose love and support is the driving force behind all our accomplishments.
Sixteen days ago I was in Mr. Brissette’s room and had the pleasure of putting the final touches on my last drawing. Even though the lines turned out to be straight, I’m pretty sure I was shaking because I had been anticipating that moment for four years. I was more than excited. It was my last Friday ever, my last day of classes. I had finished every single assignment that needed to be done. High school was over for me, save the daunting task of writing this speech.
They're cascading over fences, shedding their petals along the edges of sidewalks along downtown streets and villages like so much fragrant, lush confetti. They come in all colors — shell pink, lemon yellow, deep scarlet, creamy white.
Twice a Week for Summer
Thimble Farm has been rescued once again from possible sale into private hands. And a collective sigh of relief went around the Vineyard farming and conservation community this week at the news that thirty-seven acres of friable farmland in the center of the Island will remain in active food production, hopefully this time forever.
From the Gazette edition of May 15, 1953:
“I’m easing the limber holes in the floors,” Cap’n Roy Smith explained. “This brig doesn’t leak, but she does take rainwater, and there’s something gone wrong with the rain lately. She comes down loaded with germs and microbes, some of ‘em so big that they can’t go through the limber-holes! I’ve got to ease ‘em some, so’s the cussed microbes will run through to pump the intake!”
