Judy Flynn Palmer recently published a book telling of the summers she and her sister and their cousins spent at the family farm.

Twenty years ago the Gazette had a story about the Flynn family having a great Island 100th anniversary. It began by saying, “This is not a story of a family. It is a story of an Island capable of bringing back, year after year, second cousins to romp with first cousins, sons in law to hunt and fish with fathers in law and grandsons. Also to bring brides and grooms to meet their new relations.”

BY EDITH BLAKE

There is a strange annual event which occurs on the corner of Franklin and Morse streets in Edgartown. It’s totally weird. In a lovely old Greek Revival house (that is air-conditioned) there is a sudden collection of cavalier King Charles spaniels. This year there were 21. They come in all different colors, ruby and white, black and tan, tricolor, black and white, with eyes that are much too big for the rest of the dog.

This has been an interesting winter and perhaps one of the hardest things has been controlling all the pent-up energy of the young. The Edgartown Boys’ and Girls’ Club has been busy trying to do this, and succeeded one recent afternoon when the Martha’s Vineyard Model Flying Club came and flew in the gymnasium.

It was exciting as the little planes and a helicopter whizzed around overhead, trying not to bump into each other.

This has not been exactly the type of winter the sailors of the Edgartown Yacht Club think of in connection with boats and sailing, so to keep the members happy, an art show was held on Friday.

It turns out that there are lots of artists, painters and sketchers who are members, so there were 22 entries. One of the artists was professional and sells her paintings all over the country, and that was Meg Mercier now of Edgartown. Another was semi-professional — Helen Bowring. The rest were just artists who painted for the love of it.

On Saturday, Oct. 18, the Edgartown Yacht Club came ashore and held a dog show. This went well, though it was entirely unnautical.

There were 17 dogs all let loose into the greensward at the Edgartown Yacht Club Tennis Club. They played, they sniffed, they chased balls and Frisbees, and there was not a single angry snarl. It was neutral territory, so no one had to pretend to be alpha dog.