The “Dude Train,” the “Flying Dude,” the “Dude Flyer.” It’s one of the most famous passenger trains ever to run in New England, but you couldn’t walk up and buy a ticket to board it. Nor did any of its various nicknames ever appear in an official timetable or on a station wall. Yet for thirty-three summers, from 1884 to 1916, it plied the tracks from Boston to Woods Hole, a distance of seventy-two miles, whisking wealthy Bostonians at unprecedented speeds and with unsurpassed luxury from their city offices to their summer retreats on Cape Cod and the Islands.
Karl Zimmermann
The shorts are shorter and tighter than they would be by the turn of the millennium. The sunglasses are rounder than they would be once the Oakley wraparound sunglass craze came and went. And the duffles look like something you might take to a Richard Simmons workout session.
Abel's Hill, Adams Sisters, Allen Rock, and Argo Merchant.
Samuel Cronig and the birth of the Vineyard's Jewish community.
Phyllis Meras
Do kids still dress to the nines for a field trip to the circus? Probably not, but this wasn’t just any regular trip.
The long and winding road to the Marine Hospital.
Judith Bramhall
When a shopkeeper was brutally murdered two days before Christmas in 1863, the good people of Holmes Hole turned on one of their own.
Tom Dunlop
