Ethel was indeed a character...diminuative, fragile in appearance, actually as hard as nails and as dramatic as a drag queen. The drama was always magnified, both in the stories--she arrived by ferry like everyone else, but the jumping off the boat sounded a LOT more interesting...yeah, I know, I'm not supposed to debunk the stories, but her reality was actually better than what she made up.
Her working title for her book about building Island Fancy was "She Did it With Donkeys" .Changed to " Grandma Raised the Roof" by decree of her 1950's publisher.
She used to roast her peacocks and serve them at dinner parties.
Sometime in the 1970's when she was in her late 80's, she was mugged in the ladies room of a St. Thomas restaurant-- not only did Ethel retain her grip on her handbag, she beat her assailant about the head with it, forcing her out the door of the bathroom...and into the view of dozens of amazed onlookers in the dining room.
When she hit 90, she had a "dry run" of her own wake...invited almost everyone she knew to come out for roast peacock, martinis and eulogies.
Almost up to her death, she would be driven to Cruz Bay in the evenings and perch on a barstool at Gallows Point (the OLD Gallows Point, that is) where she would toss back a few martinis until the driver came to take her on the long drive back to the donkey path at the end of Maho beach. She'd hitch up her skirt and turn on her flashlight to stumble hundreds of feet up the steep shortcut to the other side of the ridge.
The St. John Historical Society website has couple of great pictures of Ethel at home:
stjohnhistoricalsociety.org click on 'photo collections' and use the menu box to go to 'St. John-Impressions of a Happy Island' I think they are photos 16 and 17 in that collection...if you click on the pictures you can make them big, and really get the essence of a remarkable woman. (Plenty other pictures to keep you old photo fans busy, too.)