CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO Tracy McCarthy at home on Fred’s Lane.
Tracy McCarthy was 40 when she moved permanently to Shelter Island. But in all the ways that count, she lived here all her life.
Her recurring childhood ear infections? Doctor Grunwaldt treated them. First job? Bussing tables at the Ram’s Head Inn. Name a milestone — first boyfriend, learning to parallel park, the moment she spotted her future husband. She can tell you exactly where on this Island it happened. (more…)
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What does it mean to live on an island when you are part of a couple? A honeymoon vacation that never ends?
Or a life of exile cut off from friends and family?
On the occasion of Valentine’s Day, we asked a variety of Islanders in committed relationships to tell us what living here means to a long-term romantic relationship. (more…)
CHARITY ROBEY PHOTOS The cake that says, ‘be mine.’
It’s all too easy to say, “I love you.” Making cake is harder.
On Valentine’s Day, when it’s especially important to let the one you love know it, one way to express affection is to make a heart-shaped, homemade butter cake, topped with pink whipped cream frosting. To make a cake like that requires not just love, but devotion. (more…)
CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO Island scallopers heading out from Congdon Creek at sunrise.
The last time Peconic Bay scallops were this plentiful was the winter of 2015, just before six weeks of hard weather put what should have been a five-month harvest on hold.
Back then, the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation responded by extending the season for commercial scalloping in state waters by a month to make up for lost time, but this year, the season will end in March, right on schedule. (more…)
CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO Animal Control Officer Beau Payne on the hunt recently, getting into position an hour before sundown, a time when deer are most active.
On a frigid afternoon in January, harnessed to a tree stand 14 feet above a thick nest of bittersweet, and well into my second hour of deer-hunting, the parts of me in contact with the steel seat were very cold.
I was armed with nothing more lethal than a camera, but the hunter in the tree stand a few feet away had arrows, and he knew how to use them. (more…)