Elsie Nunes and her family bought a summer home on the Island in 1970, and she moved here year-round when she retired in 1986.

Joyce Wagner


I do not ask for much in life (and friends of mine say that sometimes it shows), but this springtime I do ask why the Vineyard staged Jaws Fest, the all-Island hullabaloo over the thirtieth anniversary of the release of Jaws three summers ago, but – at press time anyway – shows no sign whatsoever that it’s going to hold a Jaws 2 Fest to honor the 1978 release of the first of the three sequels to follow it.

Tom Dunlop


The hippie invasion on the Vineyard in the sixties and seventies not only affected the culture of that day, but continues to influence the Island.

Richard C. Skidmore


“I want to be an old Vineyard salt,” says the wisp of a woman whose drive is inversely proportional to her height. Her long curly hair, her broad smile, and her petite figure don’t fool those who know her. This woman is a dynamo. “Martha’s Vineyard is beautiful, stunning,” she says, “but I wouldn’t come here to wait on tables, no matter how beautiful it is. I need a mission.”

Elaine Pace


I became interested in moving to Martha’s Vineyard about thirty years ago through my conversations with Terry McCarthy. He was a state representative based on the Vineyard, and I was assistant regional director of Region Six [Boston] for the Department of Youth Services. I met Terry at the Golden Dome pub on Beacon Hill. A lot of state business was conducted there, and I was familiar with the place because I used to sit in the barbershop next door talking with Billy Bulger [who became president of the state senate during this time].

Jim Kaplan


The Chappy ferry is making headlines. Passenger rates may go up, the lines may get longer, and the owner plans to sell. A look at the history of the service shows this isn’t exactly new news.

Tom Dunlop


Most people think of wampum as the Native American form of money, but Berta and Vernon Welch of Aquinnah turn that old chestnut on its head. For the past ten years the Welches have worked as master jewelers, helping revive and modernize the ancient craft of wampum making. Their children Sophia, sixteen, and Giles, twenty, join them in the work, which takes a great deal of time and effort.

Brooks Robards


Bob Holt of the West Tisbury Fire Department flips burgers at the Agricultural Fair each August. We gave him a disposable camera last year and asked him to shoot what he sees from his perch. “It was bloody hot behind the grill,” says Bob. “Thursday was the biggest day the hamburger booth ever had, and I’ve been doing this at least fifteen years. My two sons Ron and Bobby helped out. When I stepped out of the booth, I was covered in grease.” Bob most loves the shot of the youngster whose arms are stretched out in happy anticipation of a cheeseburger.

Tom Dresser