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This past Saturday my husband and I hopped in the car and drove through the Lincoln Tunnel from New Jersey into New York City to go to the ART EXPO.
The Art Expo was at Pier 94 on the Hudson River. We had never been to the Expo before and I was amazed at the shear size of it. There were hundreds of exhibitors… definitely something for everyone.
These are the only pictures I took.
Paper dresses created from sketches, pinned on mannequins and adorned off with tulle and tassels.
A brightly painted, highly polished piano.
My main reason for going was to see Peter Simon. I’ve met Peter several times, he’s a phenominal photographer who lives on the Vineyard and has photographed just about every inch of it. I am a big fan. When I first discovered his work I felt encouraged to be more adventurous in my own picture taking. His Vineyard calendars have been in my home, every year since he began printing them in 1988… and I still have them. It was good to see him and get a hug and chat about the Vineyard.
One artist was giving out roses… I took mine for a walk around the city and out to lunch at a nice cafe.
By then we were ready to come home so we hopped on the George Washington Bridge and headed back to New Jersey. It was a lovely way to spend a Spring Saturday in NYC.
Martha’s Vineyard has an abundance of beautiful steeples. This counted cross stitch that I did shows twelve of them.
The Vineyard has about 20 houses of worship ranging from Methodist, Baptist, Roman Catholic, Episcopalian, Unitarian, Christian Science, and the MV Hebrew Center to name a few.
The Tabernacle in the Campground (1870) in Oak Bluffs… one of my favorites.
Below is Trinity Episcopal (1878) in the Campground… before and after renovations.
Old Whaling Church – Edgartown (1843)
The Federated Church – Edgartown ((1828)
St Andrew’s Episcopal – Edgartown
Union Chapel - Oak Bluffs (1871)
Our Lady Star of the Sea – Oak Bluffs (1919)
Trinity Episcopal – Oak Bluffs. All houses of worship are beautiful but some have a more perfect setting than others. Trinity Episcopal sits on the edge of Ocean Park in Oak Bluffs… from the altar you can look directly at the ocean… it is breathtaking. As a little girl I would accompany my god-mother and her sister-in-law here on Saturday’s when they’d spruce up the church for Sunday service. My job was to dust the pews. I was told this was a very important job and I took it very seriously. It was boring though so I decided to make it fun by sliding on my stomach across each row. I guess I did a good job as they always rewarded me with a ride on the Flying Horses or an ice cream cone.
When last I first posted, in Sep, 2009 (CLICK HERE) about Ramble the sheep he was just beginning his adventures visiting knitters around the country. Ramble was adopted at a lovely store in Edgartown in the summer of 1984 by Deb and me. He sat quietly on a bookcase in our family room for 25 years…and I say quietly because somewhere along the way he lost his ‘baaaaaa’ noise.
Now, months into his journey Ramble has visited NJ, ME, NY, MN, OK, PA, CA, NY, and CT. He has been the guest of 7 of the 33 people waiting for his visit. He stays about two weeks with each of his hosts, it’s going to be quite awhile before he returns to us in NJ.
Along the way Ramble has collected a few belongings, among them… a scarf, a jr game warden badge from the state of Maine, and his very own Mickey Mouse hat at Disneyland. He’s been to show and tell at a nursery school, visited the Southfork ranch from the show “Dallas”, and has videos on his blog of his drive up the coast of California, and visited the Amistad in Mystic, Ct.
My mother’s step-cousin, Harold Rogers was born in this house in Indian Hill in 1911. He lived in this house, built in 1752, until he died. He was quite a guy. He was a master at building things and he could fix absolutely anything. Over the years he added on to the family homestead, and when there wasn’t anymore he could do there he turned his sights to –
— the one room school house up the road where he’d gone to school. He purchased the school house and set about renovating it. When his daughter got married she and her husband moved into it. I had the pleasure of going there for dinner and I was in awe. The original wooden floors had been beautifully restored, but more than that, you could see clearly the marks where the desks had once been. A couple of the desks had been salvaged and were part of the living room. The closet was, of course the former cloak room with, the original coat hooks. And to top things off <grin> the school bell was once again working. I hardly ever enjoyed being in a classroom quite as much as I did that night at dinner.
Created by my daughter Patty and granddaughter Tiffany.
On October 27, 2007 I wrote a post about how Martha’s Vineyard supposedly got her name… it was cleverly titled “Naming Martha”.
Awhile ago there was a story published in the Vineyard Gazette about how Martha got its apostrophe. Not earth shattering news perhaps but still interesting due to the fact that it is protected by federal decree and that only four places in the United States have been granted a legal apostrophe.
Reached at his home this week, Arthur Railton, former editor of the Dukes County Intelligencer, mused on the use of the apostrophe and its placement in the Island name. “An apostrophe suggests ownership, and Martha never owned a vineyard of course, so I don’t know how it got there,” he said. “I’m glad it’s there,” he continued. “Without an apostrophe, it seems like a different name. With the apostrophe, it makes it sound as though it is Martha’s vineyard, but without the apostrophe, I don’t know what it would be.”
If your interest is piqued then read the entire article here.
According to Dictionary. com among the definitions of standard are: normal, accepted, definitive, and official to name a few. I bring this up because March 14th is the beginning of Daylight Savings Time… or in my own definition…fake time Hang in here with me as I try to explain.
I’m one of those rare people who like it when it gets dark early. I like a long evening in the house to be cozy and comfy… not that you can’t do that when it’s light out but it seems somehow more cozy when it’s dark. I know there are some others out there that agree with me but somehow when we mention this preference we get looks of disbelief. I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy an evening stroll, I’m not totally a hermit… I have been known to actually be outside after supper and enjoyed it.
But… and here is where I usually lose people with my explanation of ‘real’ time versus ‘fake’ time. OK…so in my head it goes this way… when you were born determines what YOUR real time is. I was born in February so my ‘real’ time is Standard Time… my daughter Patty was born in June so her ‘real’ time is Daylight Savings Time. Deb was born in November, her ‘real’ time, Standard Time. Wait, not so fast, they changed the time change from the end of Oct to early November and so her ‘real’ time should now be Daylight Savings Time – but it isn’t because she was born before the change so she’ll always be a Standard Time person. Talk about messing up body clocks.
Totally confused! Me too but I needed to get this whole silly thing off my brain. So, don’t forget to turn your clocks ahead this coming Sunday at 2 a.m. — and why is it 2 a.m. why not midnight ! Anyone know? I’ve got such a headache now and I’m sure you do too.
As for me, I’m always…
(I know there are very good reasons for the time changes, I’m just indulging my sense of silliness with this timely post).
I’d be happy sitting on any of these beautiful porches with a book, a glass of iced tea and some daydreams.
(There is one porch pictured that is not in Oak Bluffs. Care to guess ?)