Opinion
Save Our Farmland
An acre a minute. That’s how much farmland is currently being lost to development and other causes in America, according to a report written by the American Farmland Trust titled Farming on the Edge.
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.
So there I was, hurtling along the West-Tisbury-Edgartown Road in my 1948 red Willys Jeepster convertible, the wind blowing in my hair, sun shining on my face and 200 pounds of patty-pan squash riding comfortably along with me in my open-air vehicle. Was this a dream, had I robbed a farm stand or was I planning to feed famished friends? No, no, and well, maybe, sort of. Let me put on the brakes and explain. (Don’t worry, the squash are securely boxed. I installed seat belts. And the Jeepster is not that fast.)
By CAMRON ADIBI
Chappaquiddick is an island again. This has created a noticeable and understandable reaction from people on Chappy and beyond. Personally, this dramatic movement of sand has stirred something deep inside me. The Norton Point breach has become the Grand Canyon of the East. The sheer force and power makes me feel like a small speck in the continuum of time, just as I felt when staring at Lava Falls Rapid in the Grand Canyon.
OZZIE FISCHER MEMORIES
Editors, Vineyard Gazette:
The following are comments from the Gazette Web site on the obituary for Albert O. (Ozzie) Fischer Jr.
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Mr. Fischer’s spirit will always flow throughout the Vineyard, without doubt. Through his hard work over his entire life, his graceful touch is indelible.
Catherine Burns
Seal Beach, Calif.
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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.