Posted 24 November 2003 - 09:04 PM
I just dug up this article I saved from the Globe about the Elizabeth Islands.
The other islands
By Kathy Schorr, Globe staff, 06/30/02
A few years ago, a woman from Cuttyhunk and an off-islander friend were watching a bulldozer at work filling in a marsh. The friend asked her if the landowners had gotten clearance from the local conservation commission. "What conservation commission?" she asked. "The one that administers the Wetlands Protection Act," he said. "What Wetlands Protection Act?" she asked. "The state Wetlands Protection Act," he said, to which she replied, with a slight smile, "What state?"
That interchange captures something of the remoteness of the Elizabeth Islands, which extend southwest off Woods Hole. They are like something slightly out of time and place, almost all privately owned, with little or no public access on any but Cuttyhunk. Early settlers drained swamps, built stone walls, and cleared land for grazing, and most development took place before the 20th century. So the dozen islands recall the 19th century more than the 21st, with their grasslands and meadows and twisted trees, their occasional mansion or small cluster of cottages.
Mysterious and beautiful (one was said to be Shakespeare's model for Prospero's island in The Tempest), they are the former haunt of pirates and generations of Boston Brahmins, who still occasionally come out for deer-hunting parties and family sailing excursions. And like that Cuttyhunk resident, they prize their independence. Once governed as part of Chilmark on Martha's Vineyard, in 1863 the islands (with 16 voters) cut their ties to the Vineyard and established themselves collectively as the town of Gosnold. Bartholomew Gosnold was the Englishman who first landed on the islands in 1602 and named them after either his queen or his sister Elizabeth.
Though their collective names, Elizabeth and Gosnold, are British, the islands have kept their individual Native American identities, which inspired this mnemonic ditty: "Naushon, Nonamesset, Uncatena, Weepecket, Nashawena, Penikese, Cuttyhunk, and Pasquenese." While these tongue twisters may sound confusing, each island has its own history and sensibility. Here's a thumbnail guide to a few:
NAUSHON
Seven miles long and the largest of the islands, Naushon, across the Woods Hole channel from the mainland, is all about descendants: It's been in the hands of only three families over the last 400 years. It's been a Forbes family retreat since 1850, the scene of countless fishing outings, painting weekends, and musicals performed at summer reunions of the clan. There's still deer hunting as well, though the island's deer population has been greatly diminished with the arrival of coyotes. If such descriptions bring on the green-eyed monster, take comfort in remembering that one man's paradise is another's poison, especially if the latter is squeamish about ticks. The first black-legged ticks collected in New England came from Naushon in the 1920s. As a doctor recently wrote in the online magazine Praxis Post, "The progeny of the Forbes' Bambis became the winter haven of Ixodes dammini," otherwise known as the deer tick, carrier of Lyme disease.
WEEPECKET ISLANDS
Used for US Navy bombing practice in World War II, these three islands make up a FUDS — formerly used defense site. A small hill on the middle island, covered in gull dung, served as the center of the target. As the name implies, the Weepeckets are mighty wee (the middle island is less than 2 acres even at low tide) and pretty much all rock. Since 1957, they've been a nature preserve, and a recent census found nearly 2,000 nesting pairs of double-crested cormorants.
NASHAWENA
The Forbes family took it over in 1905 just ahead of the state, which was eyeing it for a prison. The old Nashawena farm, which dates back centuries, still operates, and free-ranging cattle roam the land. A sandy barrier beach at the eastern tip of the island is open to the public, courtesy of the Trustees of Reservations, except during piping plover and least tern nesting season.
PENIKESE
One historian called it "the evil island," a place of barren grasslands and large rocks left behind by a glacier. It's the island that people just keep giving away. A New York merchant gave it to the famous naturalist Louis Agassiz to run a school of natural history (which was a forerunner of Woods Hole's Marine Biological Laboratory), but Agassiz died the year the school opened in 1873. The next owners kept a turkey farm, then gave Penikese to the state, which turned it into a leper colony for 18 years. When the patients dwindled to the last six, the state moved them out, dynamited the buildings, and turned it into a bird sanctuary. In 1973, it became the Penikese Island School, an alternative to reform school or jail, where teenage boys try again, living without electricity, growing their food, working, and going to school.
CUTTYHUNK
If you read Misty of Chincoteague as a kid, this is probably what you would imagine small-town life in a fishing village would be like. It's the outermost of the Elizabeths, and the one completely open to the public, though they're not exactly courting visitors. As one Web site proudly proclaims, "Police: None, Fire: None, Ambulance: None, Hospital: None, Taxi: None, Airport: None, Buses: None." No cars, either, unless you're a local; the single daily ferry trip from the mainland, New Bedford, is for passengers only. In winter, the ferry runs less often, and the population drops from several hundred to about 30. The only hotel closed a few years ago; visitors rent a house or stay on a private boat. If you can get past that, it's paradise. A few families still own most of the land, but visitors are invited to wander freely over beaches and rolling open land. The twisted bayberry bushes are so enormous, they're the size of small trees. Ebony still washes up from ships wrecked in 19th-century storms, and tame deer venture out at dusk.
From The Boston Globe – 06/30/2002