Some things have changed and some have stayed the same since 1987, when the Wampanoag Tribe of Gay Head (Aquinnah) became federally recognized.
June Manning
We reprint, retell, and update some profiles and stories that have run in past issues of the magazine.
Karla Araujo, Linda Black, & Nicki Miller
With a little help from her friends, Melissa Vasiliadis recently realized her childhood dream of owning a horse barn.
Brooks Robards
Martha’s Vineyard is a vortex for a wide variety of holistic treatments and services by professionals who range from scientists to psychics.
Anne McCarthy Strauss
A longtime Vineyarder known for publishing books and for her photography reminisces about her life around the world and on the Island.
Katharine Winthrop Tweed has been a Vineyarder since 1956, living cheerfully with her dogs, many Toby jugs, and a collection of owls in one of two homes on her property overlooking Lake Tashmoo. There, among other endeavors, she founded Tashmoo Press in 1972, and oversaw the publication of two dozen Island books. And in her darkroom above daRosa’s print shop in Oak Bluffs, she worked with artistic delight to perfect her photographs of Island children and personalities.
Phyllis Méras
With the closing of the MSPCA on the Vineyard earlier this year, the community has rallied to maintain a shelter at the same location in Edgartown. Animal lovers on the Island have a long history of helping all kinds of beloved creatures through a variety of organizations – walking a path pioneered by Katharine M. Foote.
Phyllis Meras
If you’re driving up-Island toward the Cliffs on State Road in Aquinnah, you may miss the Orange Peel Bakery sign on your left just before Lobsterville Road – unless it’s late afternoon on a Wednesday from May to October.
Richard C. Skidmore
They live among us. They sort our mail. They butcher our meat. They deliver our propane. They date our daughters. They scarf chowder like ordinary Vineyarders. But citizens, beware: They are New York Yankees fans, embedded right here in Red Sox Nation. Never mind the aliens who infiltrate the Island in summer, sporting those dark navy baseball caps with the white logos. We’re talking Yankees fans who are year-round Vineyarders of long standing. They are countless in number. They have no shame. You got a problem wit dat?
Shelley Christiansen
