| At
Large Business Briefs Cartoons District Court Report Editorial Gone Fishin' Letters to the Editor Real Estate Transactions Sports Sports Highlights |
| Art Bestsellers Dance Edibles Film In Print Music Theater |
| This
Week's Happenings Save
That Date Ongoing Events Groups Libraries Museums and Tours Children's Resources Hotlines 12-Step Programs Religious Services Volunteer Opportunities |
| Achievements Astrology Birds Births Community Shorts Dean's List Engagements Garden Notes Honor Roll Obituaries Off North Road Short Subjects Town Meetings Visiting Vet Weddings |
| Aquinnah Chilmark Edgartown Oak Bluffs Tisbury West Tisbury |
The
Martha's Vineyard Times is a weekly publication.
May 12 - May 18, 2005 Edition
Web
Comments
- Email Submissions
|
West
Tisbury May 12, 2005 Hermine Hull - 508-693-2525 - hrmhull@gis.net My apologies to Mike and Karen Colaneri and the Bonneau family for misstating the name of their newest member. Sean William Bonneau is Sara and Mark's son's name, not Christopher Michael, as I reported in last week's column. Karen and I were having such an animated conversation that I forgot to check my facts. A very big “oops.” The good wishes part still stands as fact. Congratulations and welcome, Sean William. Heather Glunt and Travis Thurber will celebrate their marriage this Saturday, May 14, with a traditional handfasting ceremony at the Aquinnah lighthouse. Travis is the son of John and Vicki Thurber of West Tisbury; Heather's parents are Bob and Dorothy Glunt of Deerfield, Kansas, and Bo and Sally Gordley of Indianapolis, Indiana. Family and friends will be arriving on the Island to attend the marriage. The bride asks, “If you know them and see them, congratulate them. It has been a long year of planning.” We do, and we will. Heather, Travis, Brahmin, and Cabot Thurber, we all wish you a long and happy life together. The library will be closed this Friday, May 13, for the installation of carpet in the new children's room. As soon as the bookshelves arrive and are installed, books can be shelved and furniture moved, and the reorganized space opened with great fanfare. Another library announcement: May 15 will be the last Sunday we are open until Sunday hours resume next October. Cynthia Riggs has just returned from Arlington, Va., where she attended the Malice Domestic XVII Convention for writers of “cozy” mysteries. Cynthia was a guest speaker on a panel, “Shattering Stereotypes: What's Age Got to Do With It?” For those of you who have not read Cynthia's mysteries, they are set on the Island, with a detective named Victoria Trumbull, who greatly resembles Cynthia's mother, Dionis Riggs. The places are recognizable, and many of the characters seem to be, although, of course, they ARE fictional. “The Paperwhite Narcissus”, Cynthia's latest, just came out on May 1. Put aside the date next Saturday, May 21, 5 pm, to help Ann Burt celebrate her retirement. The New Ag Hall is the place for the potluck dinner. Prudy has asked me to “spread the word, it's not a surprise.” Please RSVP to (508) 696-3836. It is hard to imagine the hospital without “Annie B's” competent and kind presence. I have been so grateful for her care of friends and relatives over the years, and always assumed she would be there if Mike or I ever needed her. As a friend, I know she will be; as a friend also, I hope she will enjoy doing whatever she pleases, whenever she chooses to do it. As I look out the window beside my desk, there is a quince bush in full scarlet bloom surrounded by magenta honesty. It is quite a showy combination, one I first saw in the garden of an artist friend, Roger Dennis, in Niantic, Conn. I always admired the eye-popping color combination, and like remembering pleasant times in each other's company as I think of Roger and his wife, Dot, especially in the spring. Mike mowed our lawn for the first time last Friday; he has commented that it already needs mowing again as I write this on Monday morning. The new green leaves have appeared, seemingly overnight. To me, it is an annual miracle. I remember the enormous maples along Main St. in Ridgefield when I was a child. One day they were swathed in an aura of green mist that turned in an instant into full-blown foliage. Driving or walking up the slight rise in front of the Cleaveland House, I feel that same surprise no matter how many springs I have seen it happen. There are seedling maples growing in our woods now, maybe blown there from those giants along the road, or from the maple that is growing so close to my Aunt Janice's house as to almost be part of the wall of her kitchen. Our niece, Charlotte, is home from college for the summer; all the Island kids are returning. Soon the busy-ness of summer will be all-consuming, but for now I want to savor these small and joyful days of leaves appearing, the delicate beauty of the shadbush, peas and lettuce coming up, and walks along empty beaches. This sounds so wistful; I guess it is. |
||
| Send this page to a friend: | ||
|
©The
Martha's Vineyard Times 2005 - www.mvtimes.com
|
||
