Friendships are Made at Isaac’s Way
Bill and Liz blew in from Edmonton, Alberta in the fall of 2006. I met them while taking care of them at Isaac’s Way. The three of us got along very well and gradually the professional relationship turned into more of a “just everyday people” one – friends in other words. Soon we were visiting each other’s homes for dinner or happy hour.
Then, when Liz moved to Saint John in the fall of 2007, I got custody of Bill.
Bill and I continued to hang out and visit each other’s homes for dinner and happy hour. At some point my sister Ruth and her friend, Mona, started hanging out as well and the circle of friendship grew even larger.
We’ve been getting together at each other’s homes ever since.
Be it barbecues, dinners, renovations or playing with Molly (Bill’s tail-wagging, four-legged friend), we are always sure to have fun together.
Speaking of Molly, even she has found a friend because of Isaac’s Way. Tabatha, who also works at Isaacs, has a dog named Bear who comes to visit Molly a few times each week. They love to get together to play and run through the yard, which now looks less like a yard than a mud wrestling ring. They are so funny to watch.
So you see, not only is Isaac’s Way one big happy family, we’re also an extended family through the friends we’ve made.




Elizabeth Burtt says:
February 14th, 2010
10:52 am
I know I made a few lasting friendships at Isaac’s Way! We certainly are missing you all! We love Cape Breton, but a peice of our hearts still sits in a booth on Carleton Street! Hope to see you in the summer!
Liz, Mason and India
Elizabeth Hamilton says:
March 6th, 2010
7:57 pm
The friendships formed at Isaac’s Way go beyond knowing that you can ask Beth how to find a busker (alas, her contact had just left town) to introducing parents to Steph and knowing that she’d give Dad that angelic(?) grin and warm his tough wee heart.
No, the friendships extend to people like our Sunday morning Sweetheart, the inimitable Kristin, who knows our habits so well that she phoned once to let us know the power was out, saving us a cold, miserable-weather walk. Kristin has simplified our Sunday morning ordering to a one-second process and the table is ready for us before we walk in the door, snow covered or rain covered.
We have seen Tabatha’s kids and Jesse’s kids “at home” in Isaac’s, and have been introduced to other friends and family–Jason’s mom, Kristin’s sister, Tina’s proud parents…
The friendships go both ways, too. Mary knows, for example, if she ever runs out of milk, she can always go over to Kristin’s sister, Ruth, for a cup. Titles of good books from other Isaac’s affectionados are passed along with water or coffee refills.
The huge grins, the warm welcome, the care and concern shown to everyone who comes through the door all make up the friendships of Isaac’s Way. There is no place like it!