The little girl sitting on the weathered plank fence in the late 1940s is visiting her grandmother on Ocracoke Island. A cousin's "story-and-a-jump" cottage is in the background. Beyond, and out of view, is Cockle Creek (now called Silver Lake). Between the girl and the house is just sand and a few sea oats. A small toy boat lies near her feet.
Today, the area between the girl and the house is covered with cedars, myrtles, oleanders, pines and live oaks, as well as a house, a garage, and a business. I am sure the girl (now, of course a grown woman) yearns for the days when Ocracoke was simpler and more innocent. I know she reads this blog. Maybe she would like to identify herself.
Our Ocracoke Newsletter for this month is an article by Philip Howard, My Ocracoke, Living amidst 250 years of Howard family history. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news082116.htm.