The Vineyard We Knew

The Vineyard We Knew - Resized Book Cover ImageWe so frequently think of the Black community as suffering from lack of everything: money, self esteem, dreams for the future, that it is good to be reminded that some folk had a different possibility. Martha’s Vineyard offered the community another view of the world. These are serious folk with serious ideas for the future. They are not just sitting on the dock of the bay, as it were. Kevin Parham joins the group of young middle class writers who are flying on the wings of their future while holding tightly to their roots. The Vineyard We Knew is a totally wonderful look at a community that has been much too silent about its contribution and possibilities.

Nikki Giovanni

Poet, Author and Educator



Mystery Novel by Kevin Parham

Greed, manipulation, and retribution set the stage for murder – and for FBI Special Agent Max Landcomb to solve the crimes and stop the violence . . . before it’s too late. 

The application of science and technology within the story gives rise to a murder mystery that accentuates the flaws and idiosyncrasies inherent in human nature.



On Reading, Learning, & Listening

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Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or poorly written. That is all.

—Oscar Wilde

The Intrinsic Value of a Book


“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time–proof that humans can work magic.”

—Carl Sagan


Thanks for Supporting ‘The Vineyard We Knew—A Recollection of Summers on Martha’s Vineyard’

What was supposed to have been a book for family members and friends has, to my surprise, become much more than I had anticipated. At this time, I’d like to thank everyone who had supported me in this endeavor. The words of encouragement that I’ve received throughout this incredible journey—some of which were from people I’ve never met—is humbling, and I am truly grateful.

I had often wondered where my ability to write The Vineyard We Knew had come from, for, I had never formally studied the Literary Arts while at college. Then, it occurred to me that it must have been a genetic gift from my paternal grandmother.

A little history, if I may:

Back in the 1920s, my paternal grandmother, Marion Parham, used to teach African American children who lived in West Medford, Massachusetts, how to read and write. Though not a teacher by profession, Marion was an avid reader with highly developed literary skills, and, as a matter of routine, she would teach children in the living room of her home (the same home where I had spent my childhood).

One day, Marion decided to enter a writing contest sponsored by The Boston Globe. She was both surprised and elated after having learned that she had won first prize. However, when representatives from the newspaper had gone to her home to award the $100 prize, (a good chunk of change back then) not only was she denied the award because she was a black woman, but, to add insult to injury, they had thought it impossible for her to have written the winning entry.

Prior to writing The Vineyard We Knew—A Recollection of Summers on Martha’s Vineyard, I had no idea that I possessed the ability to write. And, though I had never met my paternal grandmother (she had passed away six years before I was born), my mother used to tell me what a wonderful and giving woman she was. I have Marion Parham to thank for my literary acumen.

After having spent most of my professional life in the music industry, and, recognizing the similarities (and pitfalls) inherent in the music business and in book publishing, I had decided to not only write a book, but also to create a vehicle by which I could publish my books. That is when I had established Pria Publishing.

Instead of relinquishing all content and creative rights to a major book publisher, small press, self-publishing company, independent or vanity press (all of whom will gladly take your money and offer little in return for what you can now do yourself) I had decided to assemble a team of experts (editors, cover designer, interior book designer, book manufacturer, distributors, publicity & promotional staff, etc.) and managed each facet of the production process. The amount of work that was required for this task seemed insurmountable at times, but, it was well worth it!

My heartfelt thanks go to everyone who helped to launch The Vineyard We Knew. Because of you, we’ve gotten off to a great start!

And, we’ve only just begun. . .

This book was inspired by my mother, my maternal grandmother, and our family’s experiences on Martha’s Vineyard. And, as mentioned in the book, there’s a memorial bench (pictured below) dedicated to my mother and grandmother that sits on the grounds of the Oak Bluffs Library—on the exact spot where my grandmother’s house once stood.  The Vineyard We Knew - Resized Book Cover Image

With gratitude, I thank all of you—

Kevin Parham

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So Grateful To Have Received a Review in Publishers Weekly!

The Vineyard We Knew: A Recollection of Summers on Martha’s Vineyard

Kevin Parham. Pria Publishing, $15.95 trade paper (318p) ISBN 978-0-9849485-0-5

Supported by 33 photographs, Parham, a professional musician, warmly describes the idyllic African-American childhood summers spent with six cousins on Martha’s Vineyard, before it became a vacation spot for the rich and powerful. The memoir is a tribute to Parham’s grandmother, Carrie White, the family’s strong-willed matriarch, who had brought her brood to the picturesque island off Massachusetts since the 1930s, setting up seasonal residence in an old two-bedroom house. Parham details the spirited interaction between his cousins while painting a candid portrait of his hard-working mother and ultra-hip stepfather. His lyrical descriptions of the Vineyard—with its bicycling, boats, fishing, clamming, and crabbing—and anecdotes of youthful exuberance are peppered with classic tunes, dancing, early love, cheap wine, and house parties. (BookLife)

Reviewed on: 10/13/2014
Release date: 07/01/2014