Mollie Doyle
Elizabeth (Betty) Eddy makes 94 look like 74. This winter, as part of her routine, she would climb up to the roof by way of a pair of rickety stairs with a metal dustpan in hand (a shovel was too unwieldy) to push off the snow.
About the same time Trip Barnes started his business, Clarence A. Barnes Moving and Storage, he found three people dead in three weeks, all out on Chappaquiddick. Fifty-four years later Trip is still moving.
It’s still early in the morning and Phoenix Russell has decided to spend the first part of the day combing one of her favorite beaches to collect conch and clam shells to make jewelry. She also spends most fall mornings and evenings sitting in a deer stand.
On any given day the owner of Cronig’s Markets can be found sweeping the parking lot of his stores, pulling bull briar and poison ivy at Thimble Farm or expanding his myriad evolving business interests. Steve Bernier says at heart he is just an old-fashioned entrepreneur.
On a warm Monday morning, Scottish Bakehouse owner Daniele Dominick sits in her comfortable Oak Bluffs living room reading to her 17-month-old son Rocco who is snuggled in her lap.
On a hazy, warm Monday morning in June, the Edgartown harbor master pulls into his parking spot adjacent to his office on Morse street in Edgartown. Charlie Blair has barely parked his battered blue Suburban before he jumps out and asks: “What kind of shape are we in?”