Wednesday, June 28, 2006

A Token of Death

Last night, as the heavens grew dark with black storm clouds, and rain pelted against the window lights, we sat in our parlor with guests and retold island ghost tales. Candles were burning in every window, and an antique coal oil lamp cast dancing shadows against the bead board walls.

We listened to stories of the walking dead (on Howard Street, of course), histories of shipwrecks on storm-tossed seas, and tales of an unfortunate island woman who was buried alive.

We also heard about "tokens of death" and the fear these unwelcome warnings elicit. We have just published our latest Ocracoke Newsletter which is about Ocracoke Island and tokens of death. If you would like to know more you can read our latest newsletter here.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous11:01 AM

    Your entry back on June 21 about cavorting au naturel on the beach piqued my curiosity about that subject. I've heard casual references to Ocracoke's "nude beach," but I have a sense those comments, made by resident entrepreneurs, may have tended more toward the realm of local color than reality. While there certainly are MILES of wide open beaches where one might fully (yet discreetly) commune with nature, I've not yet encountered any place along Ocracoke's shores that might suggest a more organized approach to this activity. But maybe I've just not been looking closely enough. Would you mind shedding a little insider's light on the subject/mythology of this topic, as well as any tips or guidance you might be able to offer? Cheers!