tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65596922024-03-16T06:35:31.844-04:00Ocracoke Island JournalA Journal of Island History & CulturePhiliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.comBlogger4663125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-76479651264167258862024-03-16T05:14:00.026-04:002024-03-16T06:34:35.333-04:00Old Quawk's Day<p>More than 200 years ago there lived on Ocracoke Island a fisherman of
indeterminate provenance. He was a reclusive figure, preferring to live
in a small hut made of driftwood and bullrushes about 5-6 miles from the
village. No one remembers his given name, but folks called him "Old
Quawk" because, they said, he "quawked" like an old night heron.<br />
<br />
Old Quawk was a fisherman, often venturing out into Pamlico Sound in his
sail skiff when cautious islanders stayed in port waiting for more
propitious weather.<br />
<br />
On this date, March 16, many years past, Old Quawk made his last voyage
into Pamlico Sound. Storm clouds were piling up in the darkening sky. </p><p> <img class="CSS_LIGHTBOX_SCALED_IMAGE_IMG" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FApQFIakmqTQEKRRCgcpIPEdFtbYm1IGqUUy80yFeCdU4Tk-ohSFG91cXbHLTF7LsLgMHMKGcxDU8a8MNB5xY4bG-xuDL6sUCYtJWrt4m9xSAgcMQ7NBG9vLjeMHRsJB0I0q/w200-h133/stormclouds.JPG" style="height: 703px; width: 1057px;" width="200" /></p><p><br /></p><p>Legend has it that Old Quawk defiantly disregarded the warnings of other
islanders, raised his clenched fist to the heavens and dared the gods
to thwart him, then set out in his sail skiff. A frightful gale churned
the Sound into a wild turbulence and swamped Old Quawk's tiny craft.
Neither Old Quawk nor his boat were ever found.</p><p>For many years Ocracoke fishermen refused to go out in their boats on
March 16. Even today, regardless of the forecast, it's best to be prudent on Old Quawk's Day. There's
no telling what the weather gods will dish out on March 16. <br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-49082801824322647532024-03-08T13:55:00.000-05:002024-03-08T13:55:28.085-05:00 Five Harmaniacs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Walter and Edgar Howard were talented Ocracoke musicians and vaudeville
performers who made names for themselves in New York City and other
metropolitan areas during the 1920s. Edgar is buried in the Howard
Street cemeteries across from Village Craftsmen. His marker has a banjo
and the epitaph, "You ain't heard nothing yet!" <br /></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2132" data-original-width="2976" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFCqydQ9rdYneLg_lPDBAST2oyy1snCUJ38ya0mQAFwlRetrz_CKdcK6GcgWxHBC4lQdYeU8okqW9p-lS0fDzIhlqqIqfB6psivJmHGjhm1lnLFyIX5MntmvI-zSWH9PBDPoRDrqz5SseOMltIEPNwrDE8ZcIks7u6iUaLMFTR7EHa8YMVNQtB" width="320" /></div></div><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"> You can read about Walter and Edgar's remarkable career here:<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-ocracoke-howard-brothers-and-the-five-harmaniacs/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-ocracoke-howard-brothers-and-the-five-harmaniacs/</a></span></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-7503282138262728682024-01-19T09:22:00.000-05:002024-01-19T09:22:14.937-05:00Cast in Bronze<p>Many of our readers have walked the trail to Springer's Point. Sam Jones, who died in 1977, is buried (next to his horse) across the path from the old brick cistern. Sam was a colorful character who had a significant impact on Ocracoke in the 1950s - 1970s. He built several prominent cedar-shake buildings on the island (Berkley Castle & Berkley Manor, among them), and he owned Berkley Machine Works in Norfolk, Va. Sam sometimes had his own sayings cast in bronze. This is one of them:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWDxOtnKM6SO8IuK1kUIMctHCAlubqDsqu7IQke7r3O8rIEdkPZHiU9pgFBb6tNPMIeQ4HCGjMxn5za5687777a5iuseI2A7bI94PE54NKLUaXSyvPObcJF3RE3BEKsb6gYp-Rgdnh6vH0Ba-mWBjDbmYV4VD0bDaSOEYlLahegwq266nFdT7/s3631/Please%20Do%20Not%20Smoke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1543" data-original-width="3631" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWDxOtnKM6SO8IuK1kUIMctHCAlubqDsqu7IQke7r3O8rIEdkPZHiU9pgFBb6tNPMIeQ4HCGjMxn5za5687777a5iuseI2A7bI94PE54NKLUaXSyvPObcJF3RE3BEKsb6gYp-Rgdnh6vH0Ba-mWBjDbmYV4VD0bDaSOEYlLahegwq266nFdT7/s320/Please%20Do%20Not%20Smoke.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Sam also had his “Landlord’s Invitation” cast in bronze, and had it displayed prominently at the top
center of his stationery: </p><p>“Here’s to Pa’ nds PenDas’ OCI alh OURin ha! RMLes,
Smirt ha ND Fun le TFRIE nd’s HIPRE ign B eju ST an DKIN –dan Devils
PEAK of N’ one.”</p><p>Can you decipher the saying?</p><p>You can read more about Sam Jones here: <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/sam-jones-island-legend/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/sam-jones-island-legend/</a> <br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-27965888651753584592024-01-17T08:18:00.002-05:002024-01-17T08:26:13.873-05:00Howard's Pub Cabaret, 1981<p>Howard's Pub opened for business in April 1979. For the first time in more than
half a century Ocracoke islanders and visitors could order a cold beer in a local
restaurant. During the next two years there were some rough and rowdy nights, especially when a dozen or more shrimp boats sought safe harbor during foul weather. <br /></p><p>Owner Ron Howard decided the Pub needed a makeover for the 1981 season.</p>
<p>Ron re-branded his establishment as the “All New Howard’s Pub” with
live music, happy hour from 2-7, and a cabaret scheduled for the summer
months at 10:30 p.m.. Cynthia Mitchell directed the cabaret which opened
with “Old Blue Eyes is Back,” a show about Frank Sinatra’s life and
songs. Other shows included “Summertime” and “Pass the Popcorn,” with
favorite songs from movies. Bronwyn Shook, from upstate New York was the
accompanist. Hors d’oeuvres, including cracked crab claws, clams
casino, and oysters Rockefeller, were served.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWrAVBgpwslZAwuIhsIhOalp8__dK_GLlC-uG78N1rFojoEXMPI8ZZsJ2u4iqt6JMdtlMfwtAT3D_BGomo-F-1Sc0_GDxFDScWNy9V-bvVYvDft4x89qU4uHRLHErvC5xlDZTvTTpWJu4LSv-TCSh3Lupmxmtuo7Cm-GSxXmGFE7I07cNnGMu/s2522/1981%20Caberet%20.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2522" data-original-width="1621" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWrAVBgpwslZAwuIhsIhOalp8__dK_GLlC-uG78N1rFojoEXMPI8ZZsJ2u4iqt6JMdtlMfwtAT3D_BGomo-F-1Sc0_GDxFDScWNy9V-bvVYvDft4x89qU4uHRLHErvC5xlDZTvTTpWJu4LSv-TCSh3Lupmxmtuo7Cm-GSxXmGFE7I07cNnGMu/s320/1981%20Caberet%20.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>The flyer above reads, "Summertime Cabaret at Howard's Pub. A new form of entertainment on Ocraccoke, the Cabaret features an hour of sparkling musical variety with tidbits of lively dialogue. The newly re-modeled Howard's Pub provides a special late night menu with just the right ingredients for a champagne Summer Evening! Showtime is 10:30 every Tuesday through Saturday until August 29th."</p><p>You can read more about Howard's Pub here: <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/howards-pub-ocracoke-island/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/howards-pub-ocracoke-island/</a><br /></p><p></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-13885804620026164052023-12-30T10:53:00.000-05:002023-12-30T10:53:10.461-05:001946 Civilian Service Award<p>Islander Kathi O'Neal Weiss recently shared with me the following Civilian Service Award presented to her father, Leroy O'Neal, in 1946. It is the story of her father's heroic act to save a fellow worker who nearly drowned. The story is reprinted from the “Binnacle,” an in-house publication of the
Philadelphia District of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. <br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On a small island about 2 miles wide, south of Cape
Hatteras, and off the coast of North Carolina is situated the town of Ocracoke,
population 600. Not so well known perhaps as New Bedford or Gloucester, the
mere mention of which creates vivid impressions of great whaling and fishing
fleets and zestful tales of the daring, fortitude, hardships and adventure of
its hardy seamen. Nevertheless, this small community of Ocracoke, long steeped
in the rich and colorful traditions of the sea, has for decades provided
seafarers whose dependence upon their natural heritage is sufficient for any
occasion. The recent exploit of one of the island’s native sons is but added
testimony to this fact. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Leroy O’Neal, age 17, and a deckhand on the Dredge CLATSOP
since February 1946, was engaged in helping Launchman Allen B. Williams take
condemned property aboard the CLATSOP’S launch on 4 April 1946. Without
warning, a heavy seaway, caused by a passing tugboat, parted the launch painter
<span style="font-size: small;">[<span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">a rope that is attached to the bow of a dinghy, or other small boat, and used for tying up or towing</span></span>] </span>causing the launch to capsize. O’Neal jumped overboard clear of the launch.
Williams, however, was trapped inside the launch cabin entangled by old
condemned rope and other ship’s gear. Meanwhile O’Neal, swimming some distance
away, observed that Williams had not followed, and quickly realized the man had
been trapped. Giving little thought to the dangers of the thrashing dredge
propeller, O’Neal returned to the disabled craft, which had drifted toward the
stern of the dredge. Kicking in the side cabin windows he assisted Williams out
of his serious predicament. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Mr. O’Neal has been commended by the district Engineer for
his quick thinking and splendid performance which narrowly averted a fatal
accident. </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtswfK4YhSVxOTXifJWEtDPevjn3v3DkDDb8RsAZmox4MS_tEpF8sCN21rcMKHvYAX5FYok9glPVzwbSzAcPjDibGLUfNDcXLVjyx-2jGiAPoLHeR467qWnPgv7UG5M_ZnGe0ZqTxqOEirtNw_R4Z7WErPQasJC9f94vSiPZbFlDNBs75aFA0M/s3525/Leroy%20O'Neal%20Award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3525" data-original-width="1582" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtswfK4YhSVxOTXifJWEtDPevjn3v3DkDDb8RsAZmox4MS_tEpF8sCN21rcMKHvYAX5FYok9glPVzwbSzAcPjDibGLUfNDcXLVjyx-2jGiAPoLHeR467qWnPgv7UG5M_ZnGe0ZqTxqOEirtNw_R4Z7WErPQasJC9f94vSiPZbFlDNBs75aFA0M/s320/Leroy%20O'Neal%20Award.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
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Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-5190280108217594472023-11-27T05:25:00.001-05:002023-11-27T05:25:00.128-05:00Crossing Hatterass Inlet, 1930s<p>Some years ago I acquired this screenshot from a home movie of a family towing a raft with their car across Hatteras Inlet in the 1930s. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRU7yKx8A7yfRZ7trfoqNXWWQOfOGHoT0YgNeTHDCuBeqmNHRYMRReeHNbjQQLTYfUskS9HlUQ8j2SBL5PwFyTpnumVcHRwCwbjB05MRyIEN37L2nEBpZpoNBwYSX0jhNE9xsFs3b2QpIqiY-4lJyO_zyOA8lQTaBr8TLlOE4C1aNd1W947HJo/s946/Crossing%20Hatteras%20Inlet%201930s%20001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRU7yKx8A7yfRZ7trfoqNXWWQOfOGHoT0YgNeTHDCuBeqmNHRYMRReeHNbjQQLTYfUskS9HlUQ8j2SBL5PwFyTpnumVcHRwCwbjB05MRyIEN37L2nEBpZpoNBwYSX0jhNE9xsFs3b2QpIqiY-4lJyO_zyOA8lQTaBr8TLlOE4C1aNd1W947HJo/s946/Crossing%20Hatteras%20Inlet%201930s%20001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="946" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRU7yKx8A7yfRZ7trfoqNXWWQOfOGHoT0YgNeTHDCuBeqmNHRYMRReeHNbjQQLTYfUskS9HlUQ8j2SBL5PwFyTpnumVcHRwCwbjB05MRyIEN37L2nEBpZpoNBwYSX0jhNE9xsFs3b2QpIqiY-4lJyO_zyOA8lQTaBr8TLlOE4C1aNd1W947HJo/s320/Crossing%20Hatteras%20Inlet%201930s%20001.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I thought this photo would remind our readers how fortunate we are today to have access to modern ferries. <br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-4389414289945298032023-11-20T05:28:00.001-05:002023-11-20T05:28:00.126-05:00Ocracoke Childbirth, 1971<p>From a newspaper account of an island delivery in 1971: </p><p>"Mrs. Dorothy Williams of Ocracoke had what could be called a very rough delivery. A 30-foot Coast Guard boat, which had picked up Mrs. Williams to take her to Hatteras to have her baby, was immobilized in heavy seas after running onto shoals. An open 17-footer tried but was unable to get along side the boat due to heavy seas and wind. Finally, an amphibious vehicle of he Coast guard rolled aboard [I think they meant "alongside"] the Coast Guard boat, bringing Dr. Dan Burroughs who delivered the baby in knee-deep water." </p><p>US Coast Guard 30-footer: <br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><img alt="na" class="aimage img-responsive" height="359" itemprop="image" src="https://media.defense.gov/2019/Nov/04/2002205591/600/400/0/191104-G-G0000-007.JPG" style="height: 400;" width="333" /><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto"> </span></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto"> US Coast Guard Amphibious "Duck" </span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto">Boat</span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto"> (all-wheel drive </span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto">utility </span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto">vehicle with dual rear axles)</span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto">:<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CjfPx_-gkYB523oFWFp1HDhU7F6OwLCN8RryNdExPBPKsh2MRzwRfsYdqv-2Zfdci6Iyoxg12cjPj6WPoZ62oiYrE31UKg8YLs6MGsi49N9aQ59UQZdoRHqmVgzb-kbs9W3PDYxdgt6ye8nY4FOp9eiaZXzHBiCwolKdoLSzupUuw9NUuxIm/s786/US%20Coast%20Guard%20Duck%20Boat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="786" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CjfPx_-gkYB523oFWFp1HDhU7F6OwLCN8RryNdExPBPKsh2MRzwRfsYdqv-2Zfdci6Iyoxg12cjPj6WPoZ62oiYrE31UKg8YLs6MGsi49N9aQ59UQZdoRHqmVgzb-kbs9W3PDYxdgt6ye8nY4FOp9eiaZXzHBiCwolKdoLSzupUuw9NUuxIm/s320/US%20Coast%20Guard%20Duck%20Boat.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto"> </span></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto"><br /></span></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-86014250397751351552023-11-13T06:58:00.050-05:002023-11-13T06:58:00.140-05:00Two Photos<p>Just a few days ago I took the following photo standing on the edge of Ride the Wind's parking area, looking out toward Silver Lake harbor. If you zoom in you can see the small Meeker cottage (with porch) on the left, between the first break in the trees and shrubs. On the other side of the larger shrub in the center you can see the former US Coast Guard Station (now the NC Center for the Advancement of Teachers). <br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxZ3ADLf00-qEKQrnF6tRC9vUJqsRMS0zyD29G5ein1oNIK1V7qvXHMGoVHmjwCnv_zPqAGFv_4WGrBJ6D5yYdV-Z8uIq0YEPRv7XITPm8MMYRnVeHBYeEwl967mtERDExCftSDHNsZzXLwg_oWy-8eTI6bKupihPwloBDPvihjDI7koUBmC0/s4000/Silver%20Lake%20Harbor%202023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxZ3ADLf00-qEKQrnF6tRC9vUJqsRMS0zyD29G5ein1oNIK1V7qvXHMGoVHmjwCnv_zPqAGFv_4WGrBJ6D5yYdV-Z8uIq0YEPRv7XITPm8MMYRnVeHBYeEwl967mtERDExCftSDHNsZzXLwg_oWy-8eTI6bKupihPwloBDPvihjDI7koUBmC0/s320/Silver%20Lake%20Harbor%202023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p>The following photo, taken from about the same location, is a post card from sometime in the late 1950s. The Meeker cottage and the US Coast Guard station are clearly visible in the distance, as is the old store and post office (extreme right) and the Community Store (to the left of the store/post office), the tower of Berkley Manor, and Jack Willis' store (now the Working Watermen's Exhibit) further to the left. <br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg2jJxav3w_od-IT9FYQR_cjk4lk88Se-Rc9tunXvQSDR7S5_hEODSDr-mLe_eWLF_0b0bXC6znEcKTG_LO7EgVn2kSldSUj4oErVr1A9u63Zt7a0Bkgaqu-h0CS2SNkyqwbxNqvS_KlG4_7m5yoUGApkPS-VTI3Pal6XW-5OCAl0tu1Ifpaz/s1634/Silver%20Lake%20Harbor%20ca.%201957%20001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1028" data-original-width="1634" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg2jJxav3w_od-IT9FYQR_cjk4lk88Se-Rc9tunXvQSDR7S5_hEODSDr-mLe_eWLF_0b0bXC6znEcKTG_LO7EgVn2kSldSUj4oErVr1A9u63Zt7a0Bkgaqu-h0CS2SNkyqwbxNqvS_KlG4_7m5yoUGApkPS-VTI3Pal6XW-5OCAl0tu1Ifpaz/s320/Silver%20Lake%20Harbor%20ca.%201957%20001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Without vintage photos it is difficult to image the amount of vegetation that has grown up on Ocracoke (in spite of periodic flooding) over the last 50-60 years. <br /><p></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-11504361640887321732023-11-06T11:13:00.003-05:002023-11-08T10:03:45.459-05:001938 Erosion Control<p>Hello! It is Philip here, back after more than two years! It's a long story -- about lots of things, including mostly how the Blogger "Post +" button disappeared, and how I finally located the obscure link that allowed me to make new posts! Anyway, I'm back, occasionally, not every day as in the past, but at least now and then. So, for today's post: </p><p>I recently came across a December 1938 document, "Future Work Program and Plans for the Beach Erosion Control Project." This paper is about construction of erosion control dunes in Currituck, Dare, Hyde, and Cartaret counties. Most people are familiar with the row of dunes between NC12 and the ocean, although other "dykes" were created or planned for the sound side. </p><p>The author of the paper writes that, "In carrying out erosion control work on Occracoke we have encountered some of the most difficult problem[s] of the entire project." There were two areas of primary concern: on the northeastern end of Ocraocke Island from Hatteras Inlet to about 2 1/2 miles southwest; and on the southwest end of the island. <br /></p><p>The paper goes on to report that, "The [low, sandy] flats on the west end of the island extend from the hammocks [near the present-day NPS campground]...to Ocracoke Inlet, a distance of 5 1/2 miles in length and approximately 3/4 mile in width. During very high Ocean tides the water flows over these flats in several places, and after high north winds the Sound waters flow over the flats to the Ocean. These tides generally cover the flats as a whole." </p><p>The following 1883 US Coast Guard Chart illustrates this area called "The Plains." In case you missed it, you can read more about this issue in our February 2022 Newsletter, <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/sand-barrier/" target="_blank">Sand Barriers</a>. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><img alt="1883 Chart" class="size-medium wp-image-7262" height="278" src="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/Coast-Chart-1883-500x278.jpg" width="500" /><br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-5783034387101433782021-07-15T06:42:00.000-04:002021-07-15T06:42:00.307-04:00Unlocking the Mystery of a Local Ballad<p>Some of our long-time readers may remember the 1977 recording of traditional Outer Banks music. It was titled "Between the Sound and the Sea," and was produced by Folkways Records. The album includes several songs by Ocracoke musicians, including my father, Lawton Howard, Elizabeth Howard, Jule Garrish, Maurice Ballance, and Edgar Howard. (You can see Edgar's grave marker, with a banjo and "You ain't heard nothing yet," directly across from Village Craftsmen on Howard Street.)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uCmOUIjVhFOBs5HuCQrRSl_Nwam1dhVAfpMa-pKlPaPjfiL47G6xXYz-UwKtjecaLkhCa8ExSWXSCqaM2IkuRmuk1wLGul4DHIofbFFnGo80T_GlqPf3iGvQttLorxvCRicz/s890/EdgarHoward1981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uCmOUIjVhFOBs5HuCQrRSl_Nwam1dhVAfpMa-pKlPaPjfiL47G6xXYz-UwKtjecaLkhCa8ExSWXSCqaM2IkuRmuk1wLGul4DHIofbFFnGo80T_GlqPf3iGvQttLorxvCRicz/s320/EdgarHoward1981.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>One short number ("Tom Dan'ls") performed by Edgar Howard appears to be a fragment of a longer ballad recounting a late 19th century confrontation between Ocracoke fishermen and an invasion of fishermen from Core Sound. </p><p>You can read more about the song and the 1890 Ocracoke Oyster War in our latest Ocracoke Newsletter: <span id="sample-permalink"><a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/?p=7163&preview=true" target="wp-preview-7163">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/<span id="editable-post-name">unlocking-the-my…an-island-ballad</span>/</a>. </span></p><p><span id="sample-permalink">You might even want to purchase the CD directly from Smithsonian Folkways Recordings (the Newsletter includes a link).<br /></span></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-44754231251757466442021-06-15T06:22:00.013-04:002021-06-15T06:22:00.354-04:001718 Indictment of William Howard, Quartermaster<p>In 1718, William Howard, quartermaster for Blackbeard the pirate, was indicted by officials in the Virginia colony. In our latest Ocracoke Newsletter you can see a copy of the original document, and read a type-written transcription describing how "the Said W<sup>m</sup> Howard not having the Fear of God before his Eyes nor Regarding the Allegiancy due to his Majesty nor the Just Obedience he Ow'd to the Laws of the Land did some time in the Year of our Lord 1717 Join and Associate him self with one Edward Tach and other Wicked and desolute Person...." </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQvLwXWb1lWKkS4STpRzaF_Pg1EiVE8C5BACCRYuYXTLr7C22uWSjGwwvgRdjdgIKqpm2hyphenhyphenEJhk_rEgc9D0eDyFW-nWhU50UBIqYYgmF3-a_IL4GyhUX3Bh0FezzH8prYe1Ka/s639/William+Howard+Indictment+1718a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="639" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQvLwXWb1lWKkS4STpRzaF_Pg1EiVE8C5BACCRYuYXTLr7C22uWSjGwwvgRdjdgIKqpm2hyphenhyphenEJhk_rEgc9D0eDyFW-nWhU50UBIqYYgmF3-a_IL4GyhUX3Bh0FezzH8prYe1Ka/s320/William+Howard+Indictment+1718a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br />You can see both pages of the indictment, and read the transcription here:
<span id="sample-permalink"><a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/1718-indictment-of-william-howard-quartermaster/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/<span id="editable-post-name">1718-indictment-…rd-quartermaster</span>/</a>.</span></p><p><span id="sample-permalink"> </span> </p><p> </p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-33501369996809619512021-05-17T10:43:00.014-04:002021-05-17T10:43:00.346-04:00The "Lost" Colony<p>Many of our readers are familiar with the basic story of North Carolina's "Lost Colony." This was the 1587 attempt by Sir Walter Raleigh to establish an English settlement on the coast of the New World in what is now North Carolina. The colony consisted of approximately 150 men, women, and boys that settled on Roanoke Island in July, 1587, under the leadership of artist John White.</p><p>On August 18, Virginia Dare, daughter of White's daughter Eleanor and her husband, colony leader, Ananias Dare, was born, the first English child born in the New World. A few days after his granddaughter's christening, White sailed back to
England to hasten and encourage efforts to resupply and reinforce the
colony. </p><p>When
John White returned to Roanoke Island in 1590 the colonists were gone,
but White discovered the word "Croatoan" carved on a tree. Croatoan is
the name of the island that, at that time, included a small section of
the north end of Ocracoke Island, and the southern section of Hatteras Island,
including the Buxton village area. (The present day Hatteras Inlet did
not open until 1846.) Unfortunately, due to a storm, White was unable to
search for the colonists, and his ships returned to England.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjToTCSQ4nx7d04nbLabs1ppNZgXJw1JkjKq7wwmHaxh2A-DcL4b_K5-bLLiLYOROZ_yvRA7jX6xz0rlne7D3xqlR-9NO8waOZgYU8pcd-_5yu4r9xVEIXRnLiohW3JrH4-cB-j/s2048/Croatoan+1870+Etching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1276" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjToTCSQ4nx7d04nbLabs1ppNZgXJw1JkjKq7wwmHaxh2A-DcL4b_K5-bLLiLYOROZ_yvRA7jX6xz0rlne7D3xqlR-9NO8waOZgYU8pcd-_5yu4r9xVEIXRnLiohW3JrH4-cB-j/s320/Croatoan+1870+Etching.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br />You can read a more complete account of the Lost Colony here: <a href="https://www.ncpedia.org/lost-colony">https://www.ncpedia.org/lost-colony</a>.</p><p>For many years there has been speculation and research about what actually happened to the 1587 colony. An internet search will yield a number of links to articles and books claiming to unravel the tangled story of the "Lost Colony." </p><p>In 1960, Eastern North Carolina native, Marshall Twiford, recounted an intriguing tale about the Lost Colony that had been passed down in his family and community for many generations. Although Ocracoke (Croatoan) is mentioned in Twiford's account, he claims a different story about where the colonists settled. You can read his account in our latest Ocracoke Newsletter: <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/lost-colony-wasnt-old-tradition-says/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/lost-colony-wasnt-old-tradition-says/</a>.<br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-45207051815274245282021-04-15T07:46:00.050-04:002021-04-15T07:46:00.327-04:00Beachcomber, the Exciting Card Game<p>In 1984, a colorful couple living on their historic 77' schooner in Silver Lake harbor created and produced a card game based on life on Ocracoke Island. Recently, a long-time visitor to Ocracoke came into possession of a rare copy of the 37-year-old game. She contacted me to learn if I knew anything about the provenance of the game. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNe4CZ95rBRWJLxRaPXA_pujcUXV2tlcjV-hW1dzmis61iaKC1NWO3B2ulfjGwTycNkB5A5fC4MQ0iSqxg9pvTVD5mzRkznixjuHSBj3kVxLzJqeafkU9H__ezryB1zdKwdHG/s320/Beachcomber+Card+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNe4CZ95rBRWJLxRaPXA_pujcUXV2tlcjV-hW1dzmis61iaKC1NWO3B2ulfjGwTycNkB5A5fC4MQ0iSqxg9pvTVD5mzRkznixjuHSBj3kVxLzJqeafkU9H__ezryB1zdKwdHG/s0/Beachcomber+Card+1.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>The story of the couple, their schooner, and their adventures proved to be more interesting than the game. You can read more in our latest Ocracoke Newsletter: <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/beachcomber-the-exciting-card-game/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/beachcomber-the-exciting-card-game/</a>.</p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-65789914325371975952021-03-25T08:43:00.010-04:002021-03-25T13:07:24.461-04:00The Rusell LIn December of last year Blount Rumley, long-time visitor to Ocracoke Island, contributed this story about the historic Ocracoke to Washington (NC) freighters which included information about the "Russell L": <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-ocracoke-washington-freighters-by-blount-rumley/" target="_blank">Ocracoke to Washington Freighters</a>.
<p>Blount recently sent me this photo of the "Russell L":</p>
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<p>The “Russell L” was a bugeye schooner, a type of sailboat developed in the Chesapeake Bay for oyster dredging. Bugeye schooners had two masts with a triangular “leg-of-mutton” mainsail, foresail and jib. As with other schooners, the mainmast was shorter than the foremast.</p>
<p>Ocracoke Island native, Capt. Ike (Isaac Freeman O'Neal, 1885-1968), owned and operated the "Russell L" between Ocracoke and Washington, N.C. He was also skipper of the "Relief", and the "Dryden," as well as a partner in Garrish and O'Neal's Community Store. In addition to this he did considerable commercial fishing.</p>
<p>The photo above shows the "Russell L" ashore on Ocracoke Island's sound side after a storm in 1922 or 1923. According to an interview with Ike in 1961, the "Russell L" could sail to Washington from Ocracoke in 5 1/2 hours at 12 nautical miles per hour.</p>
<p>The photo above was taken by Dr. Rhodes Tayloe Gallagher. His dog “Doc” is in the foreground.</p>
<p>Blount explained that one of his great aunts was married to Dr. Gallagher, a Washington dentist. Dr. Gallagher would vacation often at Ocracoke in the 1920’s, sailing on the "Russell L." Sometimes he would take his dental equipment with him (including a treadle-powered drill) and work on the Ocracokers while he was there.</p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-24712202669745150762021-02-16T09:59:00.049-05:002021-02-16T09:59:00.258-05:00Ocracoke, 1956<p>Some years ago I acquired a copy of a short 1956 article from the <i>Junior Natural History</i> magazine about Ocracoke and the Outer Banks. The article paints quite an accurate picture of Ocracoke in the mid-twentieth century. Several photos accompanied the article. Here is one: </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GSCRvi1FyvW8ZmxWLQ5tM238sCVavoVe3CwV07QBHQ1LHXXjqTRXS2C2c_1ojMN7KtoBY-rTjp9pe0x7Q9h0nZY9opsCeEg6x7i_5F2of5jdt5JBHdXWk2Sqo4UHCB-A1ens/s1016/Ocracoke+and+the+Outer+Banks+1956+Photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GSCRvi1FyvW8ZmxWLQ5tM238sCVavoVe3CwV07QBHQ1LHXXjqTRXS2C2c_1ojMN7KtoBY-rTjp9pe0x7Q9h0nZY9opsCeEg6x7i_5F2of5jdt5JBHdXWk2Sqo4UHCB-A1ens/s320/Ocracoke+and+the+Outer+Banks+1956+Photo+1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Today the Slushy Stand sits where the horse and the boy are running. The house with the dormers (the Murray and Elsie Tolson house) is behind the Slushy Stand and Island Ragpicker, in need of repair and barely visible because of the vegetation. The other house in the photo is the Marvin and Leevella house (Diabando rental cottage) on the corner of Lawton Lane and Howard Street. <br /></p><p>The 1956 article ends with these words: "What will [the construction of a paved road the length of the island] do to the free-living, closely knit, picturesque sea
dwellers of the island? What will be the fate of the beautiful wild
horses that claim this stretch of sand and sea as their own? Only Time
will tell."</p><p>Indeed! <br /></p><p>You can read the article here:
<span id="sample-permalink"><a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/ocracoke-and-the-outer-banks/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/<span id="editable-post-name">ocracoke-and-the-outer-banks</span>/</a></span></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-1974697351221314832021-02-09T11:02:00.002-05:002021-02-09T11:11:10.715-05:00The Mary Varney Revisited<p> On April 5, 2018 I published this Hatteras Island story (continue reading for an update, below):<br /></p><p>On this date in 1856 the bark <i>Mary Varney</i> wrecked and broke
apart off shore of Hatteras Island. Although one sailor lost his life in
the disaster, legend has it that another crew member made it to shore
in an unusual fashion, and never left.<br />
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According to one version of the story, the people of Hatteras Island had
been suffering that winter from a prolonged period of bitter cold and
lack of supplies from the mainland. Shipwrecks, as tragic as they were,
often brought much needed supplies (lumber, food, and more) to the bleak
shores of the Outer Banks. In April, 1856, one local preacher even
prayed, were a shipwreck to happen (and God forbid it would) that a
barrel of pork would wash up on the beach to help feed his hungry flock.<br />
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shore saw a large pork barrel washing in from the stricken vessel,
tossed about by the heavy seas. It looked like the preacher's prayer had
been answered! A crowd gathered around as the barrel rolled in on a
breaker, and crashed against the sandy beach. Almost immediately the top
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climbed out of the barrel. As the ship began to break apart, Oden had
emptied the barrel, and climbed in, using it as a makeshift lifeboat.
Some claim Herbert Oden was the first of his family to arrive on the
Outer Banks. He never left, and the Oden clan continues to call Hatteras
Island home!</p><p style="text-align: center;">**********************************************</p><p style="text-align: left;">Yesterday I received this email message: "I'm living in mid-coast Maine. On Sunday I visited the grave of the
first family I know of that owned my house. While there I noticed an
interesting inscription on the family stone which led me to do some
research and eventually to you."</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">The writer included this <span style="font-family: times;">report in the Burlington Free Press, April
25, 1856 (page 1): <span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">
<span></span>“Barque Mary <span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.1">Varney</span>, Perkins, From Norfolk for Guadeloupe, was fallen it [in?] with, 7th inst., Lat 31 42,<span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.2">lon</span>. 74, [35.2N, 75.5W is probably more accurate] with her masts and houses gone, and decks swept fore and aft, the sea breaking over her; she having been capsized on the 5th, when the wife of the captain was carried overboard and lost. The captain, two officers, stewards and four colored seamen were taken off by the <span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.3">barque </span><span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.4">Gallego</span>, and carried to Baltimore. They had been without food or shelter for five days when rescued.”<br /><br />(<a href="https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn84023127/1856-04-25/ed-1/seq-1/">https://<span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.5">chroniclingamerica</span>.<span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.6">lo<wbr></wbr>c</span>.gov/<span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.7">lccn</span>/sn84023127/1856-04-25/ed-1/seq-1/</a> fourth column, fourth paragraph from bottom)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;">The writer also alerted me to</span><span style="font-family: times;"> a photograph of the grave marker for the wife of the captain, Eliza Perkins, who was apparently the "sailor" lost when the Mary Varney wrecked. (Photo by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/user/profile/48033866" target="_blank">Carolina Dutchman)</a> <br /> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtjKITWOZHZ6C7L8ijxGCfYpn1vF7s0k08O_JVgYdY7WfN026LmhR0PI-oX0i1qE69J0BEDtYrOkBfBHYYbKXoNzmTtUkW7kGiUbbN16ucDxfl-a_rHbg2EW2S4GRyhPLYDeT/s1600/Eliza+Perkins+Mary+Varney.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1064" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtjKITWOZHZ6C7L8ijxGCfYpn1vF7s0k08O_JVgYdY7WfN026LmhR0PI-oX0i1qE69J0BEDtYrOkBfBHYYbKXoNzmTtUkW7kGiUbbN16ucDxfl-a_rHbg2EW2S4GRyhPLYDeT/w213-h320/Eliza+Perkins+Mary+Varney.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;">Eliza Perkins is memorialized with a cenotaph at the <span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.8">Pemaquid</span> Cemetery in Bristol, Maine. She was 19 years and 8 months old. (</span><span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.11"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/111815903/eliza-a-perkins" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></a><span style="font-family: times;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www&source=gmail&ust=1612970199063000&usg=AFQjCNH4mYmP_fM4dI5RuceV2KrsuqOjGg" href="https://www" target="_blank">https://www</a>.<span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.9">findagrave</span>.com/</span>memorial/111815903/<span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.10">eliza</span>-a-<span id="m_-6385397699313117576:y3.11">per<wbr></wbr>kins)</span> <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"> <br /> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Calibri", sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><wbr></wbr></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-2938896124640307632021-01-16T01:30:00.000-05:002021-01-16T01:30:09.235-05:00The Homeplace<p>This month's Ocracoke Newsletter is a short article about the historic Williams-Tolson-Rondthaler House, known by the present owners (the Rondthalers) simply as "The Homeplace."</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFzdrC85hL6_osXhRVzAEQvwdnVJecZULJbkM2P-BGsJvRZaYl1WQrF6qQQwuGPjZ12nmKRO2K_bfM3VVGU8XYDWn2f2yStHF0RSPsrv-9wWOi8d1LG0b5rReCOIq_5F3KMGD/s2048/Rondthaler+House+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFzdrC85hL6_osXhRVzAEQvwdnVJecZULJbkM2P-BGsJvRZaYl1WQrF6qQQwuGPjZ12nmKRO2K_bfM3VVGU8XYDWn2f2yStHF0RSPsrv-9wWOi8d1LG0b5rReCOIq_5F3KMGD/s320/Rondthaler+House+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br />Although this house was damaged by flooding during Hurricane Dorian, the Rondthaler family is having it rehabilitated to historic standards. It is one of the oldest houses on the island, probably dating to before the Civil War. It is constructed, in part, from timbers salvaged from a sailing ship, and includes the island's only surviving nine-over-six window sashes. <br /></p><p>You can read about this historic house here: <span id="sample-permalink"><a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-homeplace/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/<span id="editable-post-name">the-homeplace</span>/</a></span></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-62298787558499545512020-12-13T01:00:00.044-05:002020-12-13T01:00:02.693-05:00Ocracoke - Washington Freighters<p>Friends from Washington, NC, recently sent me a digital copy of the Newsletter of the Historic Port of Washington Project. One interesting article was "The Ocracoke – Washington Freighters: The Last of an Era of Maritime Commerce" by Blount Rumley. </p><p>Rumley recounts a number of vessels, bug-eye sailboats and diesel-powered vessels, that plied Pamlico Sound until the mid-twentieth century carrying freight, animals, and passengers, as well as seafood, back and forth between Washington and Ocracoke. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtHF7tz56KF8-1dKfJ6zyh1hRNZdWby2tJOSXoRPf4PiMjaJIv4GXW2GFdknOrCZvPaJbWjPwg8Zx_A0DV3L9VisL6eTVkxLDlAngJQHqBplbwEOytWidScsjc0NRUxnRe7bJ/s261/Bessie+Virginia+%2528+Blount+Rumley%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtHF7tz56KF8-1dKfJ6zyh1hRNZdWby2tJOSXoRPf4PiMjaJIv4GXW2GFdknOrCZvPaJbWjPwg8Zx_A0DV3L9VisL6eTVkxLDlAngJQHqBplbwEOytWidScsjc0NRUxnRe7bJ/s0/Bessie+Virginia+%2528+Blount+Rumley%2529.png" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p><br /><br />Those days are gone now, but you can read about them in Blount Rumley's article which he permitted us to reprint in our latest Ocracoke Newsletter. You can read the article here: <br /></p><p><a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-ocracoke-washington-freighters-by-blount-rumley/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-ocracoke-washington-freighters-by-blount-rumley/</a>.</p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-145634820878074292020-11-16T14:50:00.001-05:002020-11-16T14:50:28.249-05:00Things You Won't or Will Find on Ocracoke<p>Carl Goerch's 1956 book, <i>Ocracoke</i>, includes a chapter with a list of things you wouldn't find on Ocracoke in the mid-20th century. Of course, there have been changes. We now have a few of those things Goerch mentioned. Interestingly, however, we have had over the years several other things you might find surprising...like movie theaters, a railway, a skating rink, and windmills!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJl1tFWZGUcxXWH4t8S2ultGAZ7bUBsrzaC2yfHp8juurDBf6-UEy03BS4APvNBXjCsAZ09rpibBVS4ET0i_p8iygJCUa8WcpVOvrW2oHx-_J9Cmt0kWYTl3v_N-RmHmvC1sFE/s144/windmill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="144" data-original-width="104" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJl1tFWZGUcxXWH4t8S2ultGAZ7bUBsrzaC2yfHp8juurDBf6-UEy03BS4APvNBXjCsAZ09rpibBVS4ET0i_p8iygJCUa8WcpVOvrW2oHx-_J9Cmt0kWYTl3v_N-RmHmvC1sFE/w159-h220/windmill.jpg" width="159" /></a></div><br />We have just published our latest Ocracoke Newsletter with lists of those things you won't or will or at one time would have found on Ocracoke. You can read it here: <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/things-you-will-or-wont-find-on-ocracoke/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/things-you-will-or-wont-find-on-ocracoke/</a>. <br /><p></p><p>Although we have not allowed comments in recent months (it was getting too time-consuming to delete all the spam comments) we are allowing comments until the end of November, 2020, if you would like to add any other items to our lists. We would love to hear from you. <br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-34285136553799189802020-10-11T15:37:00.000-04:002020-10-11T15:37:23.251-04:00The Wreck of the Sarah D. J. Rawson<p>One of the most remarkable rescues performed in the 44-year history of the United States Life-Saving Service occurred in February, 1905, at Cape Lookout, North Carolina. <br /></p><p><img alt="Surfboat Launch" class="size-full wp-image-7048" height="195" src="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Surfboat-Launch.jpg" width="250" /> </p><p>Sick with the flu, nine surfmen at the Cape Lookout station rowed 18 miles in an open boat and endured bitter cold for twenty-eight hours to rescue six mariners from the schooner <i>Sarah D. J. Rawson</i>. </p><p>You can read the story in our latest Ocracoke Newsletter: <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-1905-rescue-of-six-mariners-from-the-schooner-sarah-d-j-rawson/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-1905-rescue-of-six-mariners-from-the-schooner-sarah-d-j-rawson/</a>. <br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-72412016953653647182020-09-07T14:10:00.000-04:002020-09-07T14:10:45.261-04:00Howard Street through Time<p>As much as some things change, other things stay the same or change very little. Ocracoke's historic Howard Street, one of the iconic and enduring features of Ocracoke Island, has captured the attention of photographers for decades. These images below document Howard Street's appeal for residents and visitors alike. </p><p>The image below appeared on a vintage postcard from the 1950s:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9SnwUh8OcieHMzhVaGPeeC3_t2v3gahnTaFc36cwjVWUBYx0gS9vkDVPchgApLU6mIA15YIN2OGBh6uJxumG6nS7TD_uggiY7ZkxXp9XcDenZr19xuxIICjp2yfBZ-PK4KVe/s400/Village+Street+1950s.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="267" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9SnwUh8OcieHMzhVaGPeeC3_t2v3gahnTaFc36cwjVWUBYx0gS9vkDVPchgApLU6mIA15YIN2OGBh6uJxumG6nS7TD_uggiY7ZkxXp9XcDenZr19xuxIICjp2yfBZ-PK4KVe/s320/Village+Street+1950s.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <br />This photo was on a postcard in the 1960s:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsv7yHiNb_ADxAN_40vve-ZqiWsbw33FqpQaHMkvMaaBeAxPAthOwoicHVbuz8cuPlG9z5XBXofqnTYmuWu3jfUvZn0zprYc4ROkRty2FEWXZi7gDjhz18JI75ujiQKPrWSjM/s400/Village+Street+1960s.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsv7yHiNb_ADxAN_40vve-ZqiWsbw33FqpQaHMkvMaaBeAxPAthOwoicHVbuz8cuPlG9z5XBXofqnTYmuWu3jfUvZn0zprYc4ROkRty2FEWXZi7gDjhz18JI75ujiQKPrWSjM/s320/Village+Street+1960s.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <br /><br />This image of the eastern end of Howard Street is from the late 1960s:<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqke26_yHotfgLVv5TYsewCSo_8sFTgm2esVjxz-xqz0AijCPOar5vivYJyKGUc9NOgZ78lK-YxEl3XTrataJLyWXQNPktyUZR-O1_dvbzz3SMP80tLABWR4UErpk1w_XP2CKS/s400/Village+Street+1970s.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqke26_yHotfgLVv5TYsewCSo_8sFTgm2esVjxz-xqz0AijCPOar5vivYJyKGUc9NOgZ78lK-YxEl3XTrataJLyWXQNPktyUZR-O1_dvbzz3SMP80tLABWR4UErpk1w_XP2CKS/s320/Village+Street+1970s.jpg" width="320" /></a>
</div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <br />The following photo was taken in spring 2020 by Shane Claridge, a first-time visitor to the island from Canada:<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKThVYgYPWD4oei_e5VJqzfMPjenvWS8tDDLxFSKcwXQnBkm0uSHMaYiIZLK5SSWqEOMEo9YsIgq-cypwcDq9TAT2WemLmlEY78NFou2rSr4lYipHu_6Z-LsZY780tn1C6PmKf/s2048/Howard+Street+2020+by+Shane+Claridge.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKThVYgYPWD4oei_e5VJqzfMPjenvWS8tDDLxFSKcwXQnBkm0uSHMaYiIZLK5SSWqEOMEo9YsIgq-cypwcDq9TAT2WemLmlEY78NFou2rSr4lYipHu_6Z-LsZY780tn1C6PmKf/s320/Howard+Street+2020+by+Shane+Claridge.jpeg" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>There have obviously been a few changes, but the primitive beauty of Howard Street remains. Be sure to take a stroll down this lane whenever you are on the island. <br /></p><p></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-58036018414153690562020-08-18T15:45:00.000-04:002020-08-18T15:45:20.866-04:00The Concrete Turtle<p>We have just posted another Ocracoke Newsletter article, this time a story about how islanders coped before we had official street names. It is called "The Concrete Turtle."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6MDKskwAZZb4ZHlRu26ZNI0edCLS-hRn89AoQ_gFplnwjrAVKcyBlB9OIf8bGR9me5G_xzSZqatBwSldlc0s65QyVXXv_949WE0i1MLKblhM4fwJy0-74NovUhvEeDL1gJUMS/s259/concrete+Turtle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6MDKskwAZZb4ZHlRu26ZNI0edCLS-hRn89AoQ_gFplnwjrAVKcyBlB9OIf8bGR9me5G_xzSZqatBwSldlc0s65QyVXXv_949WE0i1MLKblhM4fwJy0-74NovUhvEeDL1gJUMS/s0/concrete+Turtle.jpg" /></a></div><p>We hope you find the story amusing. You can read it here: <a href="https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-concrete-turtle/">https://www.villagecraftsmen.com/the-concrete-turtle/</a>. </p><p>Enjoy!<br /></p>Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-89194765351288916532020-07-18T20:59:00.000-04:002020-07-18T20:59:17.381-04:00House Raising and Moving on OcracokeIf you've visited the Village Craftsmen in the last few days you surely have noticed that Amy & David's house is being remodeled and elevated. As I was walking around the site I noticed that 36 "C" clamps are supporting the entire weight of the house. I was amazed, so I talked to the house mover. He explained exactly how and why that could be. <br />
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residents of our small village I cherish our sixteen miles of natural,
undeveloped ocean beach, the wide, seafood-rich sound, and the palpable sense
of community we enjoy relatively isolated from the outside world.<br />
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But island life also presents numerous challenges. We are three hours
from the nearest hospital, have no dentist, and must rely on ferries to make
the twenty-five mile crossing to the mainland. Fog, strong winds, storms, and
mechanical issues occasionally disrupt ferry schedules. Hurricanes, tidal
flooding, and other natural and man-made disasters periodically leave us
stranded without power, telephone service, or internet connections.<br />
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For years we have managed without a major grocery, any franchised
fast-food restaurants or home improvement centers, a pharmacy, or a movie
theater. Although we now have a small hardware store and a number of skilled
tradesmen and specialists, for years we simply learned to be our own
carpenters, plumbers, electricians and handymen.<br />
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In many respects islanders are nearly self-sufficient, and incredibly
resilient.<br />
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Several months ago I was in Asheville when the battery in my cell phone
failed. I found the nearest Verizon store and picked out a new phone. Then it
came time to decide on a screen protector.<br />
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if I drop it or roll over on it while I am crawling around under my house,” I
offered.<br />
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The clean-cut, necktie-wearing, mid-twenty-year-old employee looked at
this 75-year-old customer with a puzzled expression. “Why on earth would you be crawling
around under your house?” he inquired incredulously.<br />
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I started to explain that I might have to repair a leaking pipe, run a
new electrical circuit, dig a trench for a drain pipe, replace insulation, or
do any number of other tasks. It soon became clear that he couldn’t fathom what
it entails to live on an isolated island, so I simply picked out a screen
protector and we completed the sale.<br />
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A few days ago I was enjoying dinner with my daughter Amy, her husband
Fiddler Dave, and their 15-year-old son Lachlan. I am temporarily living in a
small apartment above my business, Village Craftsmen, and they are living in my
house because their house had been severely damaged by flood waters during
Hurricane Dorian. Due to recent heavy rains that raised the island’s water
table and the fact that three people are now living in my house, my
seventy-five-year-old septic tank is at near capacity. I advised all of them to
use my outdoor shower to avoid over-burdening the system.<br />
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As my grandson stood up from the dinner table, he announced that he was
going to take a shower, and requested to be able to use the indoor shower. “The
mosquitoes are terrible tonight,” he explained.<br />
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Without a moment’s thought Amy said simply, “Go outside, open the
hatch, and look into the septic tank and tell me how full it is.” He dutifully
proceeded to his task. “Just don’t fall in, or you really will need a shower!”
she added as he was walking out the door.<br />
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I turned to my daughter. “Do you know how unusual that request was?” I
asked. “How many other teenagers, do you think, are asked to check the level of
the septic tank before they can take a shower?"<br />
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With that we all began laughing.<br />
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My grandson returned a few minutes later to announce that the tank was
nearly full. He realized he had to brave the mosquitoes in the outdoor shower.<br />
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I walked home wondering what the Verizon employee would think.
Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-42427551102438589792020-04-22T19:46:00.001-04:002020-04-22T19:48:22.345-04:00Edgar HowardWe have published another short video celebrating the life of native islander, Edgar Howard (1904-1990), who played banjo in vaudeville with his brother Walter in the band, the <a href="http://oldtimeblues.net/2016/06/28/victor-20293-20507-five-harmaniacs-192627/" target="_blank">Five Harmaniacs</a>, in the 1920s, and who returned home in the 1970s to entertain us with his music and song.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HE7JXOkQyWggx4kIEggriISHtZ30kk_d2Fs0vQVK8sMZPZmr_MKehyphenhyphen4YesLrMVR8x0XRq67Eim8qp0Lu29rsAJJN2TzBhEIVFp4F_U0e9Xsbg3jiJ-jYtOR2Iu_NjVK62JLP/s1600/EdgarHoward1981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="890" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HE7JXOkQyWggx4kIEggriISHtZ30kk_d2Fs0vQVK8sMZPZmr_MKehyphenhyphen4YesLrMVR8x0XRq67Eim8qp0Lu29rsAJJN2TzBhEIVFp4F_U0e9Xsbg3jiJ-jYtOR2Iu_NjVK62JLP/s320/EdgarHoward1981.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Edgar Howard, 1981, courtesy Art Mines & Elizabeth Dyer</td></tr>
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You can see the video here: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZJLb5F27Os&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR3T634-T73OGy89gltmBHhNlKJ2jZvKhGxIkwW_ncJILUDRtMBUxd6L0ow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZJLb5F27Os&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR3T634-T73OGy89gltmBHhNlKJ2jZvKhGxIkwW_ncJILUDRtMBUxd6L0ow</a>.Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.com0