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Friends and the Vineyard …

Vineyard stories about friends…

Let’s begin with the two friends who pretty much started the Vineyard connection in my family.  My mother Maude Freeman (on right) and her best friend Bertha Carter Jones (on left).

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Childhood friends, they graduated in 1926 from Oak Bluffs High School (pre-regional high school).  After graduation they moved to Newark, NJ and it was there that they met their future husbands.. who were also childhood friends.

My dad Al Freeman on the left, Bill Jones on the right.

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They grew up together in Newark, NJ and remained friends their entire lives.  The best times they had were on the Vineyard when both of their families were there for the entire summer.

For many years Bertha & Bill Jones owned a bowling alley in Oak Bluffs across from the Flying Horses.  They did not have automated pin setters so the pins had to be set by hand, I even did it from time to time myself.
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Then along came Will Jones and me… not only best friends because our parents were but because we knew each other from early childhood.  How early you wonder ?  We were only a few months old when we met,  Will is a month older than me by the way and I never let him forget it… even now :)

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The above picture has to be around 1947 or 48, it was during the month or so that I was taller than Will.

Will and I were always looking for things to keep us busy and out of trouble.  Someone showed me how to make little flowers by using yarn and forks… I immediately showed Will. We set about our tasks, me at my house, he at his.

The next morning Will’s mom called my mom asking if he was at my house ?  Seems she went looking for a fork and couldn’t find any !!! A few minutes later Will was at my door, and yes, he had all his mother”s forks with him and they were filled with yarn.  Seems I had neglected to show him ow to get the yarn off the forks to make the little flowers.  Oopsie.

Will had carried those forks from his house on the other side of Oak Bluffs by the harbor.. up Circuit Ave to my house where we freed his mother’s forks of their yarn.  I have no recollection of what we did with the yarn flowers.

 

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Last but not least my daughter Deb and her best friend of 40+ years, Dawn Green

 Dawn & Deb, July 1984

Deb and Dawn, April 2015

100_8117In July 1984 I took the girls to Martha’s Vineyard, just the three of us.  The trip was a new experience in that I’d never been away alone with two teenagers and I had never driven to MV by myself.

We did a lot of things together but the girls also spent time doing their own things while I did mine.  It was a nice mix to togetherness and apartness (is that even a word)!

Breakfast by the pool at the Kelley House.

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Aquinnah to see the cliffs.

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Out for fancy dinner one night.

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One incident that sticks out in my mind is dinner one night at the Wharf Pub & Restaurant in Edgartown.  We ate early and the restaurant was almost empty.  We were in the middle of our meal when our waitress came over and said…”you might want to eat slowly as Billy Joel & Christie Brinkley are on their way in and I thought the girls might beg a kick out of seeing them!”  THE GIRLS… forget the girls, I was the one getting all excited. So we nibbled and waited and waited and waited and then THEY walked past the window next to our table and entered the restaurant.  As we left the restaurant and walked past their table Billy Joel smiled and waved at us.  We giggled all the way back to the hotel.

Whether with family or friends, Vineyard memories are always extra special.

:)


Morning Reflections …

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What I Know …

 

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I got to thinking about something a teacher in high school said… ‘to write what you know about.  I know how my heart flutters as it nears the ferries in Woods Hole. I know how no other place I’ve ever been delights my soul and makes me feel at peace and at home.

 I know how I love to breathe deeply and fill my lungs with sea air. I know how many ‘traditions’ I have to experience each time I’m on MV. I know that it’s a hassle getting there sometimes, but that once I’ve driven onto the ferry it’s all been worth it.  I know that whether I’m physically on the Vineyard or not that in my mind and soul I am always there.

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What is it that makes a place so special to a person. I know in my case it’s that MV is where my mother grew up and where I’ve been going all my life. I know also that now my family feels the same connection, and I feel content knowing that fact.

How can sea, sand, grass and trees be so special in one place. It must be that each experience is a part of the sum of the whole.

It’s also the surprises each trip to MV holds for me. It’s starting a conversation only to find out that the person you’re talking to knew you or your family years ago.  It’s dipping your toes into the water in the same spot you did when you were five years old and suddenly being transported back to that time. It’s remembering your loved ones who aren’t there in body anymore but definitely in spirit.

It’s all those things and more…. it’s Martha’s Vineyard  <3


Weekly Challenge: Door …

For this week’s challenge, publish a new post with a photo of a door (or multiple doors!). Consider how color affects the image, but also think about size, shape, texture, and details — how might these elements add up to tell a story?

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I went through lots of door pictures and thought about doing a collage but these two pictures kept jumping out at me mainly because I just really like them.

This first one is taken looking out of Trinity Methodist Church in the Campgrounds in Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard… looking towards the Tabernacle.

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This second picture is taken looking into Trinity Methodist Church.
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Flower Boxes On A Fence …

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Trinity Circle, Trinity Park and Bells …

In the town of Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard, in the Methodist Campground are Trinity Circle and Trinity Park.

Sharing Trinity Park for almost 140 years are the Tabernacle (erected in 1879) and Trinity Methodist Church (built in 1878).

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Over the years both have undergone changes. This is just one of the changes for the Tabernacle.

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A major transformation for Trinity Methodist Church

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DSC_0034  A look inside the Tabernacle and Trinity Methodist Church

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Tabernacle from inside Trinity Methodist Church… I love this picture.

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Trinity Park is a perfect place to enjoy some quiet time… to indulge in some contemplation, read, maybe snooze, enjoy a game of catch, or wander around with a camera.

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100_0643According to the Martha’s Vineyard Camp Meeting Assn. website:

“The original layout of Wesleyan Grove was a simple formation of a circle enclosing the preaching area and the society or church tents.   In 1859 a road, now known as Trinity Circle, was built which encircled that area.   In 1864, the Association purchased the 26 acres it had been renting.   As the area continued to expand (additional grounds were purchased in 1866), it developed in a radial-concentric pattern which was little used in America at that time.   Paths radiating from Trinity Circle led to smaller circles where large groups of tents had been located – County Park (Wesleyan Grove), Forest Circle, Washington Park (Victorian Park), Cottage Park Avenue (Cottage Park), Crystal Park (Vincent Park), Washington Avenue (Butler Avenue), Rural Circle and Clinton Avenue, which, at one time, had been the main entrance to the Campground.   The smaller circles, some surrounded by larger circles, had small paths radiating from them leading to other circles or parks.   The method of the grounds layout was an additive one of discrete neighborhood units, each built around small various shaped parks.   Some street and park names (current names are in the brackets) have been changed for various reasons over the years”.

 I spent my childhood summers on Martha’s Vineyard and many of those summers I spent my mornings at Bible School in the Tabernacle.  As was the custom a girl and a boy would be chosen each morning to walk from the Tabernacle to Trinity Church and ring the 8 o’clock bell.  I waited almost all summer to hear my name called, I didn’t think it was ever going to happen.  Finally it did and off across the lawn my partner and I scampered.

Inside the vestibule tied to the staircase railing was the thickest rope I’d ever seen.  The rope was attached to the bell way, way, way up in the steeple and the longer we stood there and pondered the situation the higher up the bell seemed to get.

First though we had to untie the rope, it did not go well, we fumbled along and finally the rope was free from the railing.   Time was ticking but neither of us were aware of how close to 8 o’clock we were coming.

Now all we had to do was pull the rope and the bell would ring and … well, that did not go well either.  Neither one of us had enough weight to pull the rope hard enough to ring the bell.  Rope burn was the least of our problems though as now we were sure it was after 8 o’clock and we’d failed our mission.  With what strength we had left we both grabbed the rope, stood on one of the steps and jumped.  Just as our teacher walked in the door to see what the problem was we heard… bong, bong, bong… it was ringing, the bell was peeling loud and strong, we had succeeded…  we had only missed the 8 o’clock bell by… oh 10 or so minutes.  Who would notice!

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  When I got home at lunch time the first thing my mother said was “the 8 o’clock bell was a bit late this morning, do you know who was ringing it this morning?”  I said it had been me…  she shook her head slowly and said nothing but I did notice a little smile.  By the way, I was never asked to ring the bell again.

:)


Weekly Challenge: Muse …

The prompt for Muse is:   what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?

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Finding a muse was easy for me… my muse is the island of Martha’s Vineyard.  I have many favorite places there but the one place I gravitate to all the time, with or without my camera is the Tabernacle in the town of Oak Bluffs. My family teases me about my obsession with taking its picture, they say that almost all of them look the same, but I know the nuances of this building, how the light comes through the stained glass windows differently at certain times of the day… how the shadows of the bench seats make designs on the floor when the sun comes in at a certain angle.  I love this place, it is more than my muse, it’s a place of contentment, restoration and joy for me. Here it is… the Tabernacle as seen through my eyes.

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Ocean Park Bandstand At Sunset …

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Distant Lighthouse …

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Edgartown Harbor- Martha’s Vineyard – Massachusetts


My Dad …

Joseph Albert Freeman, better known to all as Al… except to me he was…

my Dad

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 This is me with my dad on Martha’s Vineyard.  Notice how with most dads he’s letting his daughter crawl all over him.  And notice too what a great seat a dads lap is.

He was born in 1910 in Newark, NJ, one of 7 children.  Some kids had ponies but in his neighborhood there was a man with a mule and for a nickel you could have your picture taken on it.
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He left school in the 6th grade and took any kind of job he could get.  One of his favorites was driving a candy delivery truck… the neighborhood kids loved him because if there was any candy left over in the truck at night he’d bring it home and hand it out to them.

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After he and my mother got married my dad  became a police officer in Newark.  One of the memories of my dad is how handsome and proud he looked in his uniform.  Part of his time in the police force he worked in the emergency squad, he loved helping people and was always good at it.

 

Proud Officer Freeman.

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My dad, at 6’2 was literally and figuratively someone I  looked up to.

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His last job as a police officer was working in night court… when things would get slow he would sketch on computer cards… these are the only drawings of my dad’s that I have.

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My mother grew up on Martha’s Vineyard and after his first trip to the Island my dad was hooked.  Every summer my mom and I would head to MV the beginning of June and my dad would join us for the month of August.  He seemed so happy and at home there… he did yard work, painted the house, cooked, read, went clamming and crabbing,  relaxed, went to the beach… just simply enjoyed himself.  After I came along I was always eager to help him…  here we are admiring whatever it is we’ve done to the lawn !

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My parents made their last trip together to the Vineyard in 1975.  My dad went back to MV a couple of times after my mother died but of course it wasn’t the same.  Funny thing is that every time I’m on Martha’s Vineyard I feel the closest to my dad and mom…  I guess the spirit resides where it was the happiest.

I love this picture of my dad… movie star handsome, like he stepped out of a 1940’s movie… love the hat dad… <3

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