Nootka and Bjarni at the Norton House 1960 - Mr. B is gnawing on a baseball |
Janice and Ricky Norton 1960 |
John and Rob 1960 |
Some of the farm animals had cool, alliterative names such as Buttonwood Booted Bettina and Buttonwood Bewitching Belle. The horses we rode were named Cadet and Bucky. We used to ride bareback, double, John with Joyce and me with Janice. We rode all over the place, through the fields and woods, sometimes pretty fast. One time Janice and I galloped around the barn too fast and came upon an unsuspecting calf. The horse jumped over the calf, I fell off and the calf landed on top of me. Janice thought it was hilarious. I didn't think so at the time but do now. Another thing we liked to do was ride over to Rozie Thaxter's, one of the neighbors. She had several peacocks and we liked to go there to collect feathers. I learned not to get too close to them; peacocks are noisy and have a mean streak.
We didn't spend 24-7 on the farm. John and I managed to get in plenty of fishing trips. We liked to take the party-fishing boats out of Oak Bluffs. One day we were out with maybe 10 other fishermen. I was fishing off the stern with everyone except John and nobody was catching much. John, thinking the stern was too crowded, was by himself up by the bow. I went up to see how he was doing and he was catching fish like crazy. Naturally, I stayed with him. Together we filled a large garbage can. The two of us caught more than everyone else combined. I think it had to do with the way we were drifting. The bait from the fishermen on the stern was acting like chum and attracting the fish but they found our hooks first.
We didn't go to the beach daily as had been our summer habit for years; the beaches closest to the house faced Vineyard Sound and weren't that good. But when my older brothers came to visit, they would take John and I to Barnhouse Beach. You won't find Barnhouse Beach on any map of the Vineyard. It was a well-kept secret of the surfing crowd. Barnhouse Beach was on the south shore of the island near Chilmark. You had to park on the shoulder of South Road and walk about a half mile through the dunes to get to the beach. The waves were awesome, many too big to ride. We'd often get bounced off the bottom when the waves broke. It was probably dangerous but I was 13 and didn't know any better.
I was sorry to see the summer end. We did not summer on the Vineyard again, opting instead for its sister island, Nantucket, a new frontier.
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