Welcome to thetompostpile.
The ‘Pile comes to you from a small Martha’s Vineyard homestead.
The TomPostPile will always be a work-in-progress. I will often write from an individual and strictly local point of view. Many things interest me. Words and language, music, books, tools, photography, art, the natural world, sense of place and community, telling stories, history, knowing weird stuff that might come in handy some day—the world is an endlessly interesting place. There will be no narrow theme to this blog.
Salt water is three miles away from home, as the goose flies. Step outside, almost any time, day or night, and you can hear breaking waves on the Atlantic shore, provided that the wind is not too strong. If the air is calm, or light from the north to northeast, you can hear the ferry horn in Vineyard Haven, which is over eight miles away—-if you are listening.
At night it’s dark enough to see the stars without much light pollution.
Our location is as the song says: over the river, through the woods, and past grandmother’s house. Once past grandmother’s house, you go up the old dirt road a little more, and you’ll arrive at a few acres of rising ground at the foot of a ridge. This area was once Old Man West’s back cow pasture. For many years this spot was one of the town’s favorite blueberrying grounds.
Decades of trying to garden in the thin soil atop clayey glacial moraine has yielded one of the names of this place. That name is “Wishetwurra Farm”.
You will read more about The Farm in the ‘Pile.
From the roof of my first house, which burned to the ground one cold November night, many years ago, you could see the ocean. That view is gone, for trees have grown taller and obscured the view. We’re an inland kingdom, now.
I have been here for over sixty years, but have not lived here all my life.
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