Happy Mother’s Day
My mother & grandmother Me and my mother Me with my girls
Me with my girls now… Patty and Debbie
Along came grandmahood via Patty with my two grands… Tiffany and Tyler
Tiffany 1989 Tyler 1993
Now
But let’s back track just a bit to my mother who I am remembering on this Mother’s Day, Maude Louise Littlefield Freeman.
Born in Waterville, Maine
Raised on Martha’s Vineyard
my mother and grandmother – Oak Bluffs 1924
After high school she moved to New Jersey and married a Jersey boy…
and had a Jersey girl (me)…
The next to the last Mother’s Day I spent with my mom was May 1975. My parents were vacationing on the Cape and she was unaware that we were driving there to surprise her for the weekend. I gave her the book ‘Mostly On Martha’s Vineyard, A Personal Record’ by Henry Beetle Hough, as I knew she’d know some of the people mentioned in the book. I am so glad I did that because after reading the book she decided she wanted to sail over to the Vineyard to visit her mother’s grave. It turned out be her last trip to her beloved Vineyard.
I never knew my grandmother, my mother’s mother, she died before my parents were born but I’ve always felt a closeness to her through stories my mom would tell me about her and also the essence of her I feel when I’m on the Vineyard. She is buried on the Vineyard and I visit her every time I’m there.
Chances are she might have visited me a few years ago !!!! Read on…
Here’s an excerpt from a post I did about the ‘spirits’ of my mother and grandmother.
On the very haunted island of Martha’s Vineyard.. in the town of Oak Bluffs.. in a restored Victorian home was a restaurant called The Sweet Life Cafe. In this house in the 1930′s lived a daughter and her mother. In this house the mother passed away. That woman was my grandmother and the daughter was my mother.
A few years ago my daughter Deb and I decided to treat ourselves to dinner at the Sweet Life Cafe… we’d never eaten there but felt the time was right. It was around 5 o’clock on a beautiful cloudless and breezeless May evening so we opted to sit on the patio in the garden as it was empty and peaceful. We had a glass of wine and settled back to talk about our day and enjoy the pretty surroundings. The tables were beautifully laid out and each had on it a small hurricane lamp with a candle in it. We looked around and noticed that the candles on all the tables but ours were lit! Our waitress re-lit ours. The candle went out. Again she lit it. Again it went out. She came back with a new candle. Again out it went. Again she re-lit it to no avail. My daughter and I joked that our grandmothers were joining us and were definitely in a playful mood.
Later that evening as my daughter and I were passing by the restaurant we looked in at the patio…… the candle on the table we had been sitting at was burning brightly !!
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One of the articles on the front page is about the discovery of a baby Vineyard named Arthur’s Vineyard after the helicopter pilot who accidentally found it. There were several theories of how the baby Vineyard came to be, one of which was that it was the baby of MV and Nantucket and that a recent rain storm had been the baby shower. So funny.
Amusing article on Edgartown hiring fashion police. Apparently a glitch in getting the fashion police out on the streets is the inability to agree on a color scheme for their uniforms. Tawny brown and mocha versus cranberry and puce. I would think they’d have trouble recruiting anyone if they had to wear those combinations of colors.
Take your pick of a Vineyard themed movie.
Vine was an actual drink on the Vineyard. It was grape flavored water and it was delicious. I wonder whatever happened to it… I wonder why I didn’t keep a bottle of it, or the label at least. Here’s to the memory of Vine.
Hi, it’s me Chappy, the granddog. I was here last year to guest post about my MV visit… click 
My new dog friends, Silas and Balou were great hosts and I really enjoyed having dog friends to hang out with. One of the best parts about hanging out with them were our walks in the woods.
I never…
here are my choices.
