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.
“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, the good and bad, and see how they do it.
Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. READ!
And then write.
If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, then throw it out the window.”
“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.”
The Vineyard We Knew: A Recollection of Summers on Martha’s Vineyard
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)
Release date: 07/01/2014
The Vineyard We Knew—A Recollection of Summers on Martha’s Vineyard
is Now Available!
Martha’s Vineyard Isn’t Just for the Rich and Famous. . .
(Boston, MA) When one thinks of Martha’s Vineyard, what often comes to mind are images of movie stars, politicians, and power-brokers—all living the leisurely life of ostentatious opulence.
However, long before Ted Kennedy drove his car off Dike Bridge on Chappaquiddick in 1969, and the tourist explosion of the 1980s, this once-remote Island was where a scant number of working-class families escaped the drudgery of everyday life.
The Vineyard We Knew will take you on a memorable trip back in time. It’s a candid, yet engaging story about summers on Martha’s Vineyard during the turbulent 1960s as seen through the eyes of a young boy, his siblings, and cousins who navigate the challenges of a humble existence while under the aegis of their strict grandmother.
This book is for those who know and love the island of Martha’s Vineyard, as well as anyone with fond memories of their youthful summers.
Nikki Giovanni—acclaimed poet, author, and educator, praised The Vineyard We Knew as “A totally wonderful look at a community that has been much too silent about its contribution and possibilities.”
Author Thomas Dresser stated: “These passionate memoirs, written in a fluid style, capture the appeal of the Vineyard.”
Kevin Parham is an author and professional musician who spent every summer as a child on Martha’s Vineyard. As a result, he knows the island as well as can anyone not born and raised there.
Pre-publication copies of “The Vineyard We Knew” are available at: www.priapublishing.com
The Vineyard We Knew by Kevin Parham – First edition (5.25 X 8) 318 pages, 33 illustrations ISBN: 978-0-98494-850-5