A few days ago Lou Ann and I were invited to join friends for dinner and the viewing of some photos taken in the 1970s. The beach, dunes, Howard Street and the lighthouse looked much the same as they do today, of course. But we were reminded of changes over the last 40 years. In the '70s numerous wooden skiffs were tied to stakes in Silver Lake harbor and Northern Pond. Today, almost all of the island's small boats are fiberglass...and they are tied up at docks.
Several picturesque old net houses have been gone for decades. The same is true of the She-Don-Di, the Miss Miriam, the MoJohn, and numerous other shrimp trawlers that were frequently rafted up at the base docks and the fish house docks, especially in rough weather.
We were also reminded of native islanders, colorful, creative people, who have died in the last half century.
Yesterday morning I was sitting in front of my gas log stove and I noticed once again my grandparents' antique mantle clock. It was purchased new in the 1930s, and continues to mark the passage of time as it tick-tocks steadily onward. I was reminded of a line from that beautiful old hymn, O God Our Help in Ages Past: "Time like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day."
Maybe some of our readers will remember a few of Ocracoke's memorable old-timers who are no longer with us. Please leave a comment if you'd like...so they won't be forgotten.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of Ocracoke and the "Lost" Colony. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news112111.htm.