Long story short: in the early 1800s, my house, built by Capt. Alexander P. Weeks, was moved along two miles of dirt road to its present in-town location by a team of oxen. Upon its arrival, the ladies spread out a feast for the men, a fiddler was called, and a celebration ensued (in the midst of a May snowstorm, according to the Vineyard Gazette article). Growing up here, there was always music around the table, attended by friends, relatives, and neighbors. I have moved back to this wonderful house, returned to my roots, and it is my intention to continue the tradition that was begun on Day One: to fill this home with music and friends and family.
The inaugural 2013 Edgartown Irish trad session, the weekend of June 8&9, was lovely altogether. Looking forward to many more where this came from.