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Vineyard Trivia XI – Gay Head Lighthouse Answers …

1 – How far from the edge of the  cliffs is the Gay Head Lighthouse.

Answer : 47 feet

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2 – Who was the first lighthousekeeper.

Answer: Ebenezer Skiff was the lighthousekeeper for 29 years from 1799 to 1828.. his salary was $200 a year.

3 – What year was the current red brick lighthouse built.

Answer : 1856.. the bricks were composed of clay from the cliffs or from the nearby Chilmark Brick Works.

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4 – What year were the Fresnel lenses installed, and where are they now.

Answer: the Fresnel lenses were installed in 1856 and in 1952 moved to the Martha’s Vineyard Museum in Edgartown.  CLICK HERE

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5 – What were the Fresnel lenses replaced with.

Answer: in 1952 the Fresnel lenses were replaced with high intensity electric beacons.

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6 – How many times has the Gay Head Lighthouse been moved.

Answer: The lighthouse has been moved once.  In 1844 the first Gay Head Lighthouse had to be moved back 75 feet from the edge of the bluff.

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How did you do ?

(If you wish to contribute to the Save The Gay Head Lighthouse fund please CLICK HERE)


Vineyard Trivia XI – Gay Head Lighthouse …

Trivia #11 is all about Gay Head Lighthouse… let’s see how much we know about this endangered landmark !

1 – How far from the edge of the  cliffs is the Gay Head Lighthouse.

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2 – Who was the first lighthousekeeper.

3 – What year was the current red brick lighthouse built.

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4 – What year were the Fresnel lenses installed, and where are they now.

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5 – What were the Fresnel lenses replaced with.

6 – How many times has the Gay Head Lighthouse been moved.

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Leave your answers in the comments section and come back in a few days and see how you did :)

(All answers can be found HERE and HERE)


The Gay Head Lighthouse …

My creation

The Gay Head Lighthouse has stood on the picturesque cliffs at the western most tip of Martha’s Vineyard since 1856.  It is now only 45 feet from the edge of the  eroding cliffs and is in danger of falling into the sea.

In 1799 a wooden lighthouse was built. In 1856 it was replaced with the current brick and sandstone lighthouse and fitted with Fresnel lenses.

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The lenses were replaced by electrically generated lenses in 1952. The old lenses were given to the Martha’s Vineyard Museum in Edgartown.

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This past weekend (Oct 13) I was on MV and decided to drive out to Aquinnah…  and when I got there I saw these signs…

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I’d never been inside the Gay Head lighthouse and was excited to be able to do so, and also help in a small way support the campaign to help raise the money to Save The Gay Head Lighthouse.

Come and join me for my tour inside the lighthouse…

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Reached the first level and stepped outside…

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These are the stunningly beautiful breathtaking views …

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Final set of stairs and the view from the top …

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What an awesome experience…

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***To learn more about how to donate to Save The Gay Head Lighthouse CLICK HERE

**To read the history of the Gay Head Lighthouse CLICK HERE


September 11th …

Always remember…

   Never forget …

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Gingerbread Castle …

In the town of Hamburg, New Jersey stands an old mill and a gingerbread castle.

Wheatsworth Mill and Gingerbread Castle.

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The Gingerbread Castle sits silently at the end of this driveway,  surrounded not by a moat but by barbed wire fencing and ‘do not trespass’ signs.

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Come closer and take a look…

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My creation

Once upon a time, back in the late 1920′s, the Gingerbread Castle was the centerpiece of an amusement park built next to the Wheatsworth Mill.  The Gingerbread Castle  was in continuous operation until 1978… it reopened briefly in the ’80′s and then closed for good in 1989.

Fairy tale characters used to abound here… now, sitting alone on his wall only Humpty Dumpty remains.

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The Gingerbread Castle is slowly fading away…

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 eventually only memories will remain.

Sadly there is no happy ending … just, the end.

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- by Joan -

(CLICK HERE to read about the Gingerbread Castle and Wheatsworth Mill)


Cotton Tenants

An unexpected side effect of growing up–and a happy accident of collegiate coincidence–is that, over the past few years, I’ve become good friends with my sister. Reared in the same intellectual soil and having inherited the same idiosyncratic neural wiring, we talk fluidly, range widely. Our overlapping areas of interest (Southern culture, North Carolina history and politics, town & university history, gardens) are especially well-trodden because she’s just graduated with a degree in American Studies, her concentration in Southern Studies. I rely on her to Dante me through the black-and-white world of the past, picking out, say, the saintly congressman from the sleazy one, both of them sweating through their seersucker.

Over the past few weeks, all of these beautiful, reverent reviews (here are five of them, you ought to take a look) of James Agee’s long-thought-lost Cotton Tenants have been coming out online, and I’ve been reading and re-reading them, scanning the library catalog for a copy, pressure building, until, last Thursday, I launched a no-holds-barred pester campaign (ie, sent an email) to convince Charlotte to buy it. Of course I cracked before she did, and am holding it in trust for myself until Monday, until after my Organic Chemistry exam. At which point, I’ll spend the next few days on an Ageean Spree (third-hand pun, lowest of the low!), and start Orgo II on Thursday. I haven’t read any of his work, although I am guilty of having let people think I’ve read Famous Men (“lapidary,” “lyrical,” “baroque”).

The only thing I do know about cotton comes from The Quest of the Silver Fleece, the Alabama Stitch Book, and this one time my grandmother, before she died, pulled over on the side of the road to pick me a dried-up stalk of it; we kept that stalk in a green vase by the TV, before it was stolen. Different vantages. I’m looking forward to reading it, Monday, to talking about it with someone better-equipped to cut through to the heart of it.


Cotton Tenants

An unexpected side effect of growing up–and a happy accident of collegiate coincidence–is that, over the past few years, I’ve become good friends with my sister. Reared in the same intellectual soil and having inherited the same idiosyncratic neural wiring, we talk fluidly, range widely. Our overlapping areas of interest (Southern culture, North Carolina history and politics, town & university history, gardens) are especially well-trodden because she’s just graduated with a degree in American Studies, her concentration in Southern Studies. I rely on her to Dante me through the black-and-white world of the past, picking out, say, the saintly congressman from the sleazy one, both of them sweating through their seersucker.

Over the past few weeks, all of these beautiful, reverent reviews (here are five of them, you ought to take a look) of James Agee’s long-thought-lost Cotton Tenants have been coming out online, and I’ve been reading and re-reading them, scanning the library catalog for a copy, pressure building, until, last Thursday, I launched a no-holds-barred pester campaign (ie, sent an email) to convince Charlotte to buy it. Of course I cracked before she did, and am holding it in trust for myself until Monday, until after my Organic Chemistry exam. At which point, I’ll spend the next few days on an Ageean Spree (third-hand pun, lowest of the low!), and start Orgo II on Thursday. I haven’t read any of his work, although I am guilty of having let people think I’ve read Famous Men (“lapidary,” “lyrical,” “baroque”).

The only thing I do know about cotton comes from The Quest of the Silver Fleece, the Alabama Stitch Book, and this one time my grandmother, before she died, pulled over on the side of the road to pick me a dried-up stalk of it; we kept that stalk in a green vase by the TV, before it was stolen. Different vantages. I’m looking forward to reading it, Monday, to talking about it with someone better-equipped to cut through to the heart of it.


Remember Memorial Day …

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Memorial Day  began in 1868 and was originally called Decoration Day, a day to remember the men and women in our armed forces who had lost their lives while in military service.  Memorial Day was originally observed on May 30th until 1968 when, under the Uniform Monday Holiday Act  the date was changed to the last Monday in May to create a 3 day holiday for federal employees.

Let’s take a moment to remember the original reason for Memorial Day.

Have a great Memorial Day and enjoy the weekend.

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- by Joan -

(www.throughjerseyeyes.com)


Cars, Planes, Boats and Trains …

Martha’s Vineyard has an airport and it certainly has its share of cars, and of course it has boats, did you know though there once was a railroad on the Vineyard? In the the book: The History of Martha’s Vineyard by Arthur R Railton, you’ll find that indeed there was one, the Martha’s Vineyard Railroad.

It was built in 1874 and ran along the beach from Oak Bluffs to Katama. Storms often washed the tracks out and expensive repairs were needed. It had its share of problems and eventually in 1900 the bankrupt railroad stopped running.

There was actually another railroad that’s sort of connected to MV. The old New York/New Haven/Hartford railroad. Its Old Colony line used to go all the way to Woods Hole. The station was located where the parking lot for the ferry is today.

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When my mother and I would go to MV every year to spend the summer we would take a train from Pennsylvania Station in Newark, NJ to Grand Central Station in NYC where we would change trains.

We would have to run from one end of the station to the other to board the New York/New Haven & Hartford’s train on the Old Colony line called the Day Cape Codder, which would take us all the way from New York City to Woods Hole, MA. That’s right, all the way to Woods Hole.

The train stopped at what is now the staging area for cars waiting to get onto the ferries. The tracks ran under the overpass in the left corner of the above photograph.  It was literally only steps from train to boat.  A comfortable and luxurious way to travel in the days when lots of people didn’t have cars and the road system left a lot to be desired anyway.  The trains had dining cars with each table dressed in fancy tablecloths and crisply ironed napkins.  The waiters and conductors were always the same and seemed to remember me from year to year… made me feel special and grown up. Train service to Woods Hole ended in the 1960′s.

From the train we’d board the ferry, Nobska and sail to Oak Bluffs where

 our relatives would  pick  us up and three glorious months on the Vineyard would begin.

(For more information on the NOBSKA/NANTUCKET, the last American coastal steamer, which ended its sailing days in 1973 please CLICK HERE).

(For more information on the Martha’s Vineyard Railroad please CLICK HERE).

- by Joan -


Up/Down And An Identity Confusion …

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The eastern half of Martha’s Vineyard is called Down-Island and the western half is called Up-Island. Why you ask? To confuse you, that’s why. Not really, at least not on purpose. There is a very logical reason and here it is according to the MV website.

” Up-Island is the western area, which comprises the three rural towns of Aquinnah, Chilmark and West Tisbury. Down-Island is the eastern portion, home to the larger historic villages of Edgartown, Oak Bluffs and Vineyard Haven (also known as Tisbury). The two terms come from the rich seagoing tradition of Martha’s Vineyard, which once sent its whaling ships circuling the globe heading “up” in nautical terms takes you “west” because it’s further from zero degrees of longitude in Greenwich, England, home of the Prime Meridian.”

Got all that ! Me neither.

Well then, according to the Guide to Martha’s Vineyard we have this explanation. “When a ship sails in an easterly direction, it is decreasing or running “down” the degrees of longitude toward zero at Greenwich, England. A westbound vessel, on the other hand, is running “up” its longitude. Thus the Down-Island town are those on the eastern and northeastern end of the Island. The Up-Island communities are at the western end. A ship moving through Vineyard Sound sails “up” to New York and “down” east to Maine.” Ah ha.

OK, I’m still confused but I do know how to get from Down-Island to Up-Island and not get lost… it’s an Island, how lost could one get anyway.

But that’s not the only confusion about the Vineyard … she had an identity crisis at one time involving Massachusetts and New York.

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Martha! Martin! New York! Massachusetts! How many aliases and states have claimed this 100 sq mile island? The Wampanoags named it Noepe and that stuck until Bartholomew Gosnold came along in 1602.

No one seems to know who the Martin was whose name was once attached to the Vineyard… so let’s move ahead to Martha whose identity is still shrouded in myth. Was she one of Gosnold’s daughters, or his mother, or the name of an English royal. Whoever she was her name stuck and in my opinion has a nicer ring to it then Martin’s Vineyard.

According to the book “The History of Martha’s Vineyard” by Arthur R. Railton, in 1664 Charles II gave NY, NJ and the islands to the east to his brother, the Duke of York. In 1670 Thomas Mayhew, Jr and his grandson Matthew of Massachusetts traveled to NY to ask Gov Lovelace which colony his Island was under… New York or Massachusetts. Gov Lovelace made Thomas Mayhew “Governor for Life” of Martha’s Vineyard and gave him the authority to collect rents from all who lived within its bounds. Voila, Martha’s Vineyard Massachusetts. History lesson over.

:)