I live in Los Angeles with my wife and three children, and we are fortunate to spend part of every summer in Aquinnah. My parents bought the land and built the house in the late 1960s, and still visit when they can make the journey. The house is now the shared legacy of a large extended family: my sister and brother, their spouses and children, our cousins and closest friends. This home holds a centrifugal power over my family: hearth to shared meals, stage for music and rites of passage, setting for sunsets too many to recall, maker of memories too sweet to let go.
Adam Gross purchased this house in 1965
In the 1950s, my father and mother rented summer houses in many towns of Martha's Vineyard. It was Aquinnah -- then called Gay Head -- that won their hearts. The land, which is home to the Vinyard's Wampanoag tribe, is less manicured than in some of the other towns. Maybe that's why you sometimes find families of deer or wild turkeys roaming the property at dusk or dawn. My parents treasured the untamed spirit of the place, benevolent and sometimes wild. Loving the land, my parents passed this esteem to their children, and we to ours -- and now to you.
Where to begin...mornings by the garden out back, with guitars and mandolins if they're handy. Porches and decks on all sides of the house, so you can always be in the sun or shade. Ivy climbs high on the fence around the pool, for privacy and occasional freedom from salt. Close enough to Aquinnah's beaches to hear the waves roar when the wind is high; far enough from State Road never to hear a passing car. No traffic or crowds on the roads of Aquinnah and Lobsterville, though the towns are second-to-none for swimming, sailing, fishing, catching clams, walking until you're weary, singing until you're sated.