Opinion
Sheriff’s Meadow Foundation is the local land trust for the Island of Martha’s Vineyard. Our mission is to conserve the natural, beautiful, rural landscape and character of Martha’s Vineyard for present and future generations. We are governed by a board of directors which represents the year-round and seasonal communities of the Island. We own 2,000 acres of conservation land across the Island, including land in each of the six Island towns. We protect another 850 acres of land with conservation restrictions.
As a lifelong resident, of West Tisbury, I would like to send my heartfelt thanks the Woods family, The Nature Conservancy and the Vineyard Conservation Society for all their hard work over the last 25 years to preserve over 500 acres of open space for our town.
Now that beach weather is here, it is time to address dogs on the beaches and the people who insist on bringing them to the beach. It is our observation that most people don’t keep their dogs on a leash and/or under control.
Last week I mailed a note card with pictures and a small story of how Cottage City Barbershop came to be. I did not mean for it to be in the letters to editor or I would have addressed it that way. I was merely telling the paper the story and thought you might like the original pictures.
From the Vineyard Gazette editions of July, 1980: Spring Farm Fond Rose is not your average milk cow. In dairy circles there is as much difference between her and the basic black and white Holstein milker as there is between the Chappaquiddick Ferry and the Cunard Line. She is simply a superior animal. She should be. The five-year-old, pregnant Holstein was auctioned last week at the Syracuse, New York, state fairgrounds for $250,000, a world record for her breed.
Lines form at the Galley restaurant on warm summer evenings as people of all ages stand shoulder to shoulder for swordfish sandwiches and soft-serve ice cream cones. Around the corner at the Bite, the smell of fried clams hangs in the air. Down on the docks charter fishermen steam in from somewhere off Noman’s, their holds full of freshly caught striped bass and bluefish. And when the sun sinks into the western horizon, crowds form on the beach, as they have for so many years, to gaze across the water, look for the green flash and cheer the end of another day.