By Hermine Hull - 508-693-2525 - firstname.lastname@example.org
School vacation week has come and gone. It was fun seeing kids around during the day, especially after the snow, when every slope was ablaze with sledders in their brightly colored jackets. Many families opted for warmth and sunshine in the tropics, trips to visit family, or just a day off-Island at the mall. The boats seemed extra busy all week.
I saw Trudy Russell at the post office. She and Ike had just returned from a month-long Elder Hostel trip to New Zealand. It was called "Geysers and Greenstones," a geological study trip they both found fascinating.
Leslie Baker spent last week exploring London with her daughter, Emma Gorenberg, who is a student at the University of London. Leslie spent the days looking at art, after which she and Emma met for "wonderful ethnic dinners" every night. Leslie raved about all the museums being free, that one could just run in to revisit a favorite exhibit, and they all had tea shops in which the weary could be restored before venturing forth again. On the recommendation of Rez Williams and Lucy Mitchell, she visited the National Portrait Gallery where she saw an exhibition of Holbein's miniature portraits, including the famous one of Anne of Cleves which sparked the fourth royal divorce. She also saw Mark Rothko paintings at the Tate Modern, Mary Cassatt paintings at the National Gallery, wandered around the British Museum and, my favorite, the Victoria & Albert. She saw London from the London Eye, "like being inside a giant glass Christmas ornament that floats above the city, offering an unobstructed view." A trip to Portobello Market on Saturday concluded the trip.
Katherine Long and Tom Vogl had an interesting houseguest for the week. One of their chickens, a rosy-looking hen named Blott, became "egg-bound" and needed extra nursing care, so Tom and Katherine had her in a cage in their office. She was being carried around and petted by Katherine when I stopped in last Tuesday. I hope she has recovered and is back outside in the henhouse.
May I recommend that everyone keep an eye out when you drive up South Road towards Chilmark? There is the most wonderful snow woman greeting passersby outside Rich and Suzanne Hammond's house. She is wearing sunglasses and a hula skirt. I know she will soon melt, as temperatures are expected to rise this week, but in the meantime, she is definitely worth a look.
Sunday afternoon, just around lunchtime, my mother-in-law called to tell me to come right over to her house for a surprise. Our friend, Norma Salop, had arrived on the Island and was at Bobby's for a visit. Good friends just pick up where they left off the last visit (although we all burn up the phone lines between here and Boston), and there we were in our wicker chairs around the table at Bobby's laughing and talking a mile a minute. When Bob came to pick Norma up, they came over to our house to meet Murphy and to see our new dining room. They are going back to Boston Monday morning but, I hope, will be back soon for a longer stay. I hadn't seen Norma's new puppy, Oliver, yet. He is very cute. Norma also hadn't seen the Amados' house, our new neighbors between us in the woods.
Sunday afternoon, March 12, at 3 pm, the Martha's Vineyard Regional High School orchestra will perform at the Hebrew Center in Vineyard Haven. Many West Tisbury students will participate: Emma Conley, Casey Decker, Hilary Dreyer, Emily Lindsey, Lucy Mayhew, Bethany Pennington, Thomas Lloyd Phillips, Willoughby Smith, Ben Sweet, and Hilary and Tessa Wall. The concert, "Un Bel Giorno," (A Beautiful Day) is to raise money for the orchestra's trip to Italy during their April vacation. There will also be a surprise; "Special Guests" will be performing.
Keri McLeod called from the library asking for paper bags if anyone has extras to spare. We use them to sort books for the book sale. Thanks.
Sue Hruby and I went off-Island last Thursday to a lecture by designer and colorist, Susan Sargent. I am always a little antsy for change this time of year and ready for a project. So, when Mike came home at the end of the day on Friday, he walked into the house to be greeted by his wife with, "What do you think of the color I want to paint our front hall?" I had painted a large swatch beside the front door with one of those sample jars from Edgartown Hardware. "No way," said my beloved.
I thought it was beautiful, a warm intense red-orange, that would be a burst of energy when we entered the house. I had painted a kitchen that color when I was in art school, with the insides of the cabinets kind of a marigold color. I had loved it then and thought it would be just the thing. Over the weekend, Mike was telling our niece Charlotte about it. His description of the color was "divorce orange."