It is always a pleasure to visit with Cousin Blanche. Recently I was sitting with her on her pizer (she actually said "piazza"), when she remembered a poem from her childhood. I can't remember what prompted the memory, but below is the short poem that was popular on Ocracoke eighty years ago:
Mama, Mama, may I go swimming?
Yes, my darling daughter.
Hang your clothes on the brier bush,
But don't go near the water!
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is Lou Ann's story of the Night Blooming Cereus Cactus. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news072111.htm.