Monday, March 16, 2015

Old Quawk's Day

Today is Old Quawk's Day!

In the late 1700's or early 1800's a man of indeterminate origin made his home on Ocracoke, but not in the area of the present-day village. Several miles north, on a small hill he built his simple home of bull rushes and driftwood. He had arrived on the island, some said, on a schooner from a distant land. Others claimed he had been shipwrecked on the beach and had decided to remain here. It was even rumored that he had once been a pirate. At any rate he was different from the other residents.

Not only was he dark skinned (some think he was of African, West Indian, or perhaps Puerto Rican descent), he was not a friendly sort of fellow. It is said he was often surly and disagreeable, preferring his solitude to interaction with the rest of the island community. When he got excited or argumentative people thought he squawked like a night heron. Hence the nickname, Old Quawk, or Old Quork. No one knew his given name.

Like many of the other men of the island, Old Quawk fished nets in Pamlico Sound. On March 16 many years ago the weather had turned nasty. Storm clouds formed on the horizon, the wind picked up and the sea was running rough. All of the fishermen were concerned about their nets but more concerned still for their safety. It was agreed among them that the day was much too stormy to risk venturing out in their small sailing skiffs.

All agreed, save Old Quawk. His nets were too important to him and he had no fear. Cursing the weather, his neighbors and God himself, he set out in his small boat to salvage his catch and his equipment. He was either very brave or very fool-hardy, or both. He never returned, and he and his boat were never seen again.

For two hundred years, seafarers from Ocracoke and even farther north on the Outer Banks paid healthy respect to the memory of Old Quawk by staying in port on March 16.

Old Quawk lives on in the names of landmarks near where he made his home: "Quork Hammock" and "Old Quoke's Creek." Next time you cross the bridge that leads across the creek that bears this colorful character's name think of him on his last tempestuous day, his fist raised to the heavens, cursing and inveighing against God and Mother Nature.

Perhaps you will even be a tad more cautious if you decide to go boating on March 16. Or maybe you will wait for another day, when the forecast is a bit brighter!

This month's Ocracoke Newsletter is research into the origin of the Ocracoke Island Wahab family. You can read the article here:


  1. Anonymous6:43 PM

    You told this very well. I read this to my son (7) and he was on the edge of his seat.....maybe THIS will get him to read more. I told him about David Sticks book, Graveyard of the Atlantic...He's interested. Thank you.

  2. Anonymous8:40 AM

    omg so good

  3. Anonymous9:51 AM

    amazing its lit

  4. Anonymous9:52 AM

    learning about this in class. also I remember when you taught the 6th grade square dancing.

  5. Anonymous9:53 AM

    i was very very scared when i read it man

  6. That boi9:54 AM

    So Scary and fun

  7. Anonymous9:55 AM

    its good and *(