gratitude-a-thon day 428: trapped at sea: 198,765,324,691 memories

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The first glimpse of Menemsha and we know we’re home.

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View from the house. We don’t own it, but it’s ours for a few weeks every summer.

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Steps to the beach.

When you go to the same place every year, it allows you to measure change in a particular way. Not just in your girth, but in your growth. Peter and I came to the Vineyard for his birthday the first year we met. It was romance gone wild. And while we were already in love with each other, we added a third party: Martha. That was 29 years ago. We’ve come here in all kinds of conditions since then. As newly married’s, with cousins, friends, family. We’ve celebrated all of Peter’s birthdays, toasted accomplishments, nursed losses, and walked miles. We  beat infertility, drove our babies around to make them stop crying, snuggled our puppy, watched restaurants and shops come and go, became addicted to the spring rolls at the farmer’s market and the treasures at the flea, eaten the thick english muffins overlooking Aquinnah, fat steaks at the Tavern, ambrosial scallops at the Bite, pizza on the porch of the Chilmark Store, veggie burgers and fries at the Galley, lobster at Larsen’s, spied celebs, watched the sun set over Menemsha, the crowds soar, the fourth of July parade, where our daughter’s love for candy almost got her killed by the giant wheels of a firetruck. We’ve shopped ourselves poor,eaten til we’ve almost popped, scored clothing that reminds of us this place while we are freezing our asses off in the middle of winter.

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Menemsha Harbor, from the Galley. Get the veggie burger.

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Aquinnah never fails to amaze. This is unretouched. RIGHT?

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Lucy Vincent Beach takes a hit every year from the bettering winters. We’ve watched this cliff disintegrate each summer.

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Oh Lucy.

You’re not considered an “Islander” unless you’re born here, but what about if you’ve been re-born here? My family has been coming here for all its life. In sadness and grief, good times and happiness. We take a little bit of Martha home with us when we leave, and we leave a little part of ourselves here when we stay. The beauty of this place goes so deep down into the fabric of our souls, even if we never graced Lucy again, or set foot on Squibby, we would still feel it underneath our feet. Scenes of a marriage, a childhood, a family. Here on this island. Again this year. It’ll always be ours.

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The yearly photo overlooking Aquinnah. Freshman year of college a memory for Jake, Ally gearing up for Junior year in high school.

2 thoughts on “gratitude-a-thon day 428: trapped at sea: 198,765,324,691 memories

  1. Couldn’t agree more!!! Martha is the perfect threesome, or now, fivesome! I love wearing my Indian tunics with tights in the middle of winter – always on sale at Ally’s General store! No doubt you have been to Right Fork Pancakes, Katama Air Field, but if not… please go!!! the best breakfast in the world and dinners now, too, with BYOB!!! sunset magic! Spend the day at South Beach 🙂 So deliriously happy you are home on the Vineyard… Menemsha is one of our favorite places…to collect scallop shells and just be quiet. love love love your time!! xo

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