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The history of figs on Ocracoke

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Originally published August 2011

By Gael Hawkins

August visitors to Oc­racoke are privileged to experience an annual island tradition-the harvesting of Ocracoke figs. For the uninitiated, this experience will be a culinary highlight. One bite of a ripe, juicy, sweet fig will make anyone a true convert to man’s centuries-old love affair with this luscious treat.

Ficus carica is a deciduous shrub (not a real tree) native to Southwest Asia and the Mediterranean. With bright green heavily lobed leaves and ample branching, it makes an attractive addition to any suitable land­scape. Moderate cli­mate, sandy soil with ample drainage and low acidity make the ideal environment. It is believed to be one of the first plants cultivated by humans as evidenced by fig fossils found in Neolithic villages dating to 9400-9200 B.C.

Figs were first transported to the New World by Spanish and Portugese missionaries in the early 16th Century. Records in­dicate that figs were cultivated in 1526 in Espanola (now Cuba) and that only one fig bush per family was allowed in order to prevent competition with Spain. Ficus carica is unique in a ge­nus of perhaps 1,000 species of mostly giant “rubber trees” be­cause is bears edible fruit. This fruit is actually an inverted flow­er that blooms internally.

There are four types of figs: the Common fig which requires no pollination because all of the flowers are female, the Caprifig which contains both male and female flowers and therefore requires a visit from a special­ized wasp, the Smyrna which requires cross pollination with a Caprifig, and the San Pedro which bears an independent first crop like the Common fig but whose second crop is de­pendent on pollination. These peculiar differences were the source of much frustration for early cultivators who were often confounded by barren plants. Much information has been written about the fig including the familiar passage in 1 Kings, 4:25 –“Each man under his own vine and fig tree” denoting peace and prosperity.

To get the inside story about figs on Ocracoke, I knew just the man to ask. Chester Lynn, an Ocracoke native, florist and sto­ryteller, is the go-to guy for all things “figgy”. Chester is certain that figs were grown on Ports­mouth and Ocracoke Islands before 1810. Since figs are high­ly perishable and once picked, a fig will ripen no more, most ear­ly figs were preserved in some way. Cloves, coconut and cin­namon were favorite additives to preserves. Figs were also candied whole with the stems intact. Drying, a technique so popular in fig preservation throughout the world, was not widely used on Ocracoke.

Chester has identified more than nine cultivars growing on the island. The Brown Turkey is really more reddish in hue, is a mid-season ripener and is very prolific. It is very popular for traditional Ocracoke pre­serves. The Pound Fig, so called because it is very large, is more purple in color and smells of cinnamon. The Pound Fig bush can grow quite tall, too. Chester can remember a Pound Fig at his aunt’s that had a porch swing dangling from its branches. The Sugar Fig, with its coppery skin, is the smallest local fig. It is best eaten right off the bush-there are only 3 or 4 Sugar Fig bushes on Ocracoke and they don’t pro­duce enough to make preserves. The small yellow Lemon Fig is a late bearer, and is also called a Marseilles Fig. It is very sweet and not the least bit lemony. The big, green Portsmouth Fig is not sweet, and looks like small watermelon. It is best used in a cooked mixture with other types of figs. The Late Fig is a very dark purple cultivar that ripens in October but does not produce abundantly. The Blue Fig is rare on Ocracoke and is actually pur­ple. It is delicious and prolific but not widely grown here. And the most popular, the Celeste Fig, is a more compact plant full of leaves that produces early in the season and is very easy to grow.

While you are strolling through the village, see if you can spot some of these local fig plants. The plants will probably be surrounded by a thick ring of oyster and other shells since it is believed by many that these shells pro­vide necessary lime to fertilize the figs. Chester told me an old Ocracoke story to help prove his theory that the current shell mulch practice is not really effective. He remembers that as a child, people would say that a dying fig tree was lonely and had lost its will to bear when the people living near it moved away. He says that the left-over pot liquor from boiled fish and vegetables was poured on the fig bushes and that the freshly shucked shells of oysters and clams were tossed around them. It wasn’t the actual shells that fertilized-it was the bits of meat and juices that provided the required nu­trients. When someone ceased this routine by moving away, the fig did suffer though not from loneliness.

No conversation about figs can end without mention of the famous Ocracoke Fig Cake. We all take it for granted that there was always our beloved fig cake. Not so, according to Ches­ter. While fig preserves were used as filling between layers of cakes for ages here, it was Margaret Garrish who invented the one we all adore. She didn’t have any dates for her date cake so she substituted figs instead. Figs are most versatile. They can be grilled, broiled, boiled and pureed. They can be sweet or savory. And they can be baked into Margaret’s delicious cake. Enjoy some while you are here and take some home to remind you of Ocracoke all through the winter.

Spotted On Ocracoke: The Hermit Crab

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June 2011

Text and Photo by Peter Vankevich

I think this month’s feature is one of the more fascinat­ing creatures one may find on Ocracoke. Hermit crabs are decapod crustaceans, that is they have ten legs. Their shape is elongated and asym­metrical. Because they lack an exoskeleton (hard shell) to protect their body, especially the abdomen, they will use seashells or if they are un­available other hollow objects for protection forcing their pliable body inside such as one would use a sleeping bag. The variety of univalve shells they use is vast including periwinkles, augers, moon snail shells and even the large whelks.

They get the name “hermit” apparently due to their not having a permanent home, i.e. shell, and having a repu­tation as being solitary. More on that in a moment.

Worldwide there are about 1100 species, most found in coastal and shallow muddy waters. A few are considered to be terrestrial preferring muddy or sandy areas usual­ly within a few hundred yards from the shore. On Ocracoke where there are about four species, you may come across them during the day, but they are most active in the early evening and nights when there are fewer predators around. A good spot I have seen them during the day is in the shallow warm waters at Springer’s Point.

As you will note from the photo, barnacles and many other living organisms will live on the outside shell. They are omnivorous scavengers, feeding on vegetal matter as well as dead fish and living plankton.

A suitably sized shell will permit a hermit crab to with­draw completely if a preda­tor attempts to harm it. As they outgrow the shell, they must seek another larger one. If they cannot find an empty shell, they may force another hermit crab out by using its strong pincers or by violently rocking the shell. Rarely, they will attack a living mollusk. Recent research has shown another more sophisticated strategy in the quest to obtain “better housing.”

Whereas we humans are greatly consumed with so­cial media these days, a study published in 2010 by biolo­gists at Tufts University re­veals that hermit crabs may locate new and better suited shells using previously un­known social networking skills. Contrary to their name and previous solitude-loving reputation, hermit crabs often find the best new shells when they work together. When a large shell becomes available, crabs may gather around it and queue up in a line from the largest to smallest. Once the largest crab moves into this vacant shell, each crab in the queue swiftly switches into the newly vacated shell right in front of them. As a result, a single vacant shell kicks off an entire chain of shell vacancies that ultimate­ly leads to many crabs getting new, and generally more suit­able shells. This behavior has been named the synchronous vacancy chain.

Over at the Ocracoke Cof­fee shop one nice spring morning, I heard a good porch story. I’m not sure if it qualifies for a Rob Temple or Don Davis yarn to be recount­ed at Deep Water Theater or has some veracity. Anyway, a couple found some interest­ing seashells and took them back to the room they were staying in one of the older establishments. Placing them in a neat row on the dresser, they went out for a drink. Coming back, some of the shells had moved. Other than that, it didn’t appear that any­thing else was out of place. Strange place this island is, they thought. As midnight approached, they heard some noises and turned on the light. The shells were now on the floor and moving around. Ghosts! – they feared. As they watched a little more closely, they saw legs moving them around. Some of the shells they had picked up contained well-concealed hermit crabs and in the morning, it was time for a quick walk to the Springer’s Point for a release.

If you have any comments on this, or suggestions for a future “Spotted” column, feel free to contact me, pete­vankevich@gmail.com

Civil War battles on Hatteras gave Union first victories

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August 2011

By Connie Leinbach

Capturing two Con­federate forts on Hat­teras Island were the first wins by the Union in 1861 during the first of the five-year Civil War, historian Drew Pullen noted during a talk earlier this year in the Ocracoke Community Cen­ter. His talk was part of the National Park Service’s “Know Your Park” se­ries. The presentation was also a prelude to the sesquicentennial (150 years) events of the Civil War later this summer on Hatteras and Roanoke islands.

Pullen, of Buxton, who has written two books: The Civil War on Hatteras Island and The Civil War on Roa­noke Island, is working on a third book, The Battle of New Bern and the Siege of Fort Macon. He illustrated his talk with original period drawings and photographs, some of which are on view in the his­tory center at Roanoke Festi­val Park.

“Since we’re so remote, why was there even a fort here?” he asked the 20 in at­tendance.

  1. The Confeder­ate government wanted to protect the privateers (es­sentially legal pirates) oper­ating out of Hatteras, Pullen said. At the present-day site of Hatteras village were Fort Hatteras, an earth fort situ­ated near where the inlet is today, and Fort Clark, about a mile east. Out in the ocean privateers were seizing so many northern ships that northern merchants put pres­sure on the government for help.

In the first combined mili­tary operation (which includ­ed the Army and Navy) of the Civil War, the Union sent an armada of seven warships and transport vessels off Hat­teras.

Commodore Silas String­ham situated the warships in an oval formation to take turns firing, reloading and firing again, continually pum­meling the area. On Aug. 29, 1861, General Benjamin But­ler accepted the surrender of both forts. Shortly thereafter, the fort at Ocracoke (on an is­land in the inlet) was attacked by federal ships and also fell.

These captures gave the Union a back door into the Confederacy, and Gen. Am­brose Burnside led an expe­dition in 1862 into Eastern Carolina, capturing several other forts: Roanoke, New Bern and Fort Macon. Burn­side also destroyed the Caro­lina “Mosquito Fleet,” a fleet of private vessels with guns mounted on them.

After these victories, the federal government created the 1st Carolina Regiment in 1862 and formed several companies of Hatteras and Ocracoke island men. Unlike other regiments, they were allowed to remain here and were not sent into battle. “It’s not that they had a strong sentiment for the North,” Pul­len explained about the locals enlisting in the Union Army. They were on remote islands, often without current news, and were practical about the opportunity the Union gave them.

After Hatteras was cap­tured, slaves ran to there and sought protection by the Union. They constructed the first safe haven of the war, dubbed “Hotel De Afrique” in Hatteras. This barracks pre­ceded the Freed Man’s Col­ony on Roanoke Island. The anniversary event Aug. 22 to 28 is called “Flags Over Hat­teras,” and will include a conference and a re-enactment the final weekend.

Pullen said that ar­tifacts from all over the United States that relate to the Civil War on Hatteras are being collected to be on view in the Hatteras Village Civic Center where the conference will take place. Anyone on Ocracoke and Hatteras who has an ancestor who fought on Hatteras or who was in the 1st Carolina Regiment may attend the “Blue Grey Reunion” (Aug. 22 to 24 dur­ing the event) free of charge as a VIP. For details about at­tending that specific event, contact Earl W. O’Neal, Jr., a 252-928-3417, or by email at ewoj1132@embarqmail.com.

All attendees to the confer­ence  All attendees to the confer­ence must pay the full regis­tration fee of $150 per person, which includes lectures, exhib­its at Graveyard of the Atlantic Museum, speakers at Hatteras Civic Center, living history pre­sentations at Hatteras Light­house. Conference registration includes three dinner lectures with these nationally known speakers: James McPherson, Pulitzer-Prize winning author of Battle Cry of Freedom; Ed Bearss, retired chief histo­rian of the National Park Ser­vice; Craig Symonds, Profes­sor Emeritus of History at the United States Naval Academy.

For more details on the conference and to register, go online to http://www.flagsoverhat­teras.com

Pullen’s books are avail­able for purchase at several shops on Ocracoke.

Shipwrecks at Ocracoke

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August 2011

By Pat Garber

While walking the Ocracoke beach the other day, just north of the pony pens, I stopped to study a configu­ration of timbers and metal, partially buried in the sand. I had seen it before, and I knew that it was the remains of a ship that had wrecked nearby, but it never ceases to draw my attention. I have watched my share of movies about shipwrecks, and I’ve spent some pretty scary mo­ments on storm-tossed boats myself. I know what awe, ter­ror, and sometimes heroism they can inspire, and I always wonder what story these tim­bers would tell, if they could.

The waters off of Ocracoke Island are part of what called “the Graveyard of the At­lantic,” and her shore is no stranger to ships and boats that have run awry here. The Labrador and Gulf Stream currents converge nearby, causing frequent storms and unpredictable weather con­ditions. The shoals that lie just off the coastline change quickly and charts are of­ten unreliable. Ocracoke’s beaches are littered with the remains of victims of the sea, and the Coast Guard logs abound with accounts of them.

Forty shipwrecks s have been officially recorded at Ocracoke, according to Carl Goerch, author of the book “Ocracoke,” and this does not include ships of less than 50 tons. A list compiled by the Hyde County Historical So­ciety in 1976 for their book, “The Story of Ocracoke,” lists thirty-nine. The first of these was wrecked in 1819; the last three in 1942, the victims of German submarine attacks during World War II.. Most were wooden sailing vessels, but the last three were tank­ers.

The list does not include wreck of the Tiger, which took place in 1585, when Simon Fernando, chief pilot for Sir Richard Grenville’s English expedition to the New Word, ran aground in his flag­ship. Most of the gear was destroyed by the salt water, but the Tiger was eventually repaired and relaunched. It went on, along with the rest of the expedition, to Roanoke island and what later became known as the Lost Colony.

Also not on the list was a shipwreck described by David Shears in his book “Ocracoke: Its History and People.” Shears relates how, in 1750, a Spanish mercantile vessel, the Nuestra Senora, was wrecked on the island (recorded as “Occacock”) during a fierce storm. Its rich cargo–a million pieces-of-eight–was plundered by islanders who, according to Shears, were angered by pre­vious Spanish pirating.

Alton Ballance includes in his book “Ocracokers” a copy of a letter written by the captain of the sloop Henry, traveling from New York to Charleston, SC, in 1819. It says that the ship ran aground “on the south beach of Ocracoke Bar, four miles from land” in a strong gale. All hand but the captain were lost. This ship­wreck was included on the above mentioned list, as are those that follow.

Local legend has it that Oc­racoke’s wild ponies landed on these shores in a shipwreck, perhaps during the 17th or 18th century. There is also a story about a ship called the Black Squall, which was carrying a circus troupe and animals from Havana to New York in 1861, being caught in a storm near Ocracoke. The ship wrecked on the beach, and all aboard were lost, except for two beautiful Arabian horses, who escaped and made the island their home.

One of the most famous ships to run aground at Oc­racoke was the steamboat Home, which sailed out of New York City harbor in 1837. Known as the “Queen of the Seas,” this paddle-wheel steamer with sails was on its way to Charleston, SC, carry­ing 130-plus passengers said to be the “cream of the society” of both cities. It ran into hurri­cane force winds off of Hatteras Island and hit the beach about four miles north of Ocracoke Village at 10 P.M. It fell apart in the surf and, despite rescue attempts, 90 men, women, and children died. Later it was de­termined that only two life pre­servers had been on board. As a result of this wreck, Congress passed the “Steamboat Act of 1838, requiring that all ships be equipped with life preservers.

In 1899, on Christmas eve, the navigator on the British schooner-rigged steamship, Aristo, mistook the Ocracoke Lighthouse for the Hatteras Light. The ship, which had been carrying wheat, lumber, and cotton, ran aground near the north end of the island, and the captain ordered the men into lifeboats. The boats cap­sized and all but nine of the 31 men drowned. The people in Ocracoke Village took the survivors into their homes and shared Christmas dinner with them the next day.

The largest sailing vessel to wreck on Ocracoke’s shores was the George W. Wells, lost on September 3, 1913. The first six-masted sailing ship to cross the Atlantic, it was on its way from Boston to Fernan­dina, Florida, when it encoun­tered hurricane-force winds near Hatteras Island. The ship, which had 28 sails and weighed 2,970 tons, ran aground six miles south of Hatteras Inlet. The rescue team managed to save all of the 21 people aboard, as well a St. Bernard dog, pull­ing in the victims in life boats.

Most intriguing, perhaps, of the shipwrecks associated with Ocracoke was the Carroll A. Deering, better known as the ghost ship. On its way from Rio de Janeiro to Norfolk in December of 1920, the ship ran aground on one of the shoals near Hatteras Island. A rescue party from the Hatteras Inlet Lifesaving Station went out to offer help, but found no one there–-just a hungry, gray cat. “Everything aboard was ship­shape” relayed James Midgett, part of the rescue crew. “there were no signs of any disorder or any indications of a hasty departure by the men aboard. The table in the mess-room was set with plates, knives and forks.” A year or so later the bow of the Deering washed up on a beach at Ocracoke Island and was eventually buried, ac­cording to Goerch’s book, but in 1955 a hurricane unearthed it and sent it back up to Hat­teras Island.

National Park Service stud­ies conducted in 2005 have identified twenty archeologi­cally documented shipwreck sites on Ocracoke Island, ranging in size from a single timber,11feet and 11 inches long, to large fragments of hull, 20 feet by 50 feet. They appear and disappear as storms come and go, covering and uncover­ing the remains.

With modern equipment, stricter safety regulations, and improved methods of naviga­tion, the risk of losing ships and boats off the Outer Banks is greatly diminished. But the dangerous shoals and fierce storms that gave the Graveyard of the Atlantic its name con­tinue to make the waters sur­rounding Ocracoke a challeng­ing waterway to navigate.

 Ocracoke Raptors Capture Little League Championship

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baseball PS copy

 July  2011

By Vince O’Neal

Ocracoke’s first ever Little League Baseball Team ended their in­augural season as Champions in the Hatteras Island Cal Rip­ken/Babe Ruth League, 10-12 age group. Finishing second in the regular season, they entered the playoffs on a hot streak, winning four of their last five games. Not bad for a group of boys who only had two players of the fifteen with any prior experience. Most of the boys had only played a few games of softball while in the Cub Scouts and four or five games in last summer’s Baseball 101 camp organized by Karen Lovejoy. Despite the inexperience and the lack of a regulation field to play on, the boys really showed their true grit, determination and love for the game day in and day out.

Graciously, Mr. Keith Mc­Dermott allowed the team to practice in his front yard. Bri­an Samick, one of the coaches, put his carpentry skills to work and made a portable wooden mound so the pitchers could simulate real game settings. Head Coach Bill Cole paced off the distances between the por­table bases and although left field was woefully short with an old cedar in the middle of it, McDermott Field was created. And what a home it turned out to be for the boys who prac­ticed at least twice a week in between the twelve regular season games. John Kattenberg and Vince O’Neal were the oth­er two coaches who help drill the team on base running, bat­ting, pitching and game situa­tions as such they could with field limitations. Also lend­ing their baseball experience to rookie ears and eyes were Matthew Sitterson and Adam Carter. Most of the team par­ticipated in the Pitch, Hit and Run prior to the season opener and some actually won and placed in the individual cat­egories. It is now clear that this was a indication of the talent and determination this group possessed. The team then had a one game pre-season scrim­mage with the Hot Rods of the HI League prior to the season opener, so they actually got to play on a real field for the first time.

After a Season opening tie against the STORM, the Rap­tors showed a lot of resiliency and always seemed to bounce back as they and their Coach­es learned the rules of official Little League Baseball. Every player played and batted every game and most played more than one position as having fun and sportsmanship was stressed by the coaches. And what fun and lifetime experi­ences did this fine group of kids have with their story book ending.

They really became a sol­id team as they worked their way through the double-elim­ination Championship Tour­nament. After beating the STORM in the opening playoff game, they twice had to knock off the top ranked Braves. Af­ter topping them in the second round game by a 13-4 score, the RAPTORS won the Champion­ship game in a 14-13 thriller with the winning run driven in by Jordi Perez. What a fitting ending to a thrilling season by a history making group of Oc­racoke Island boys.

Many thanks need to go out in addition to the faithful fans who crossed the inlet to support the team. The team and coaches express much gratitude to Mr. McDermott for the field and the Ocracoke Civic Club for their sponsorship. Also to HI Little League President Rusty Wilkinson and board member Kathy Tawes for all their help.

The future looks bright for baseball on Ocracoke as the hope of finding a regulation field has all involved dreaming of playing on our own home field. Also the coaches are al­ready making plans are for ad­ditional age group teams so all boys and girls on the island can enjoy America’s favorite past time.

Spotted on Ocracoke: To View a Mockingbird

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ReMockingbird Photo
Text and photo by Peter Vankevich

An easily spotted resident of Ocracoke – both in the village and throughout much of the island – is the Northern Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos); a bird of such fascination that it has taken on the status as a cultural icon. Let’s take a look and see why.
Mockingbirds are long, slim grey birds with pale yellow eyes, and very visible white wing patches that can be seen in flight. They like to perch near the tops of small trees and bushes as well as on telephone wires. Widely distributed, they can be found in all 48 of the contiguous states and parts of southern Canada and Mexico.
As their name implies, they are able to mimic songs of other birds and even other sounds including sirens and whistles. You can identify a mockingbird because it typically repeats one song sequence usually four to six times and then it will change to another series. Although both sexes sing, it is the male that is the most vocal and capable of a great number of song types – up to 200 variations according to one estimate. Unlike most birds, they will also sing in the post-breeding fall.
Northern Mockingbirds eat mainly insects in summer and will switch to mostly fruit in fall and winter. This change in diet permits them to stay farther north in the winter when available insect food is scarce. When on the ground they may suddenly raise their wings and display the white patches. One theory for this behavior is that it stirs up insects. Both the male and female are involved in the nest building with the male doing most of the work.
The mockingbird is the state bird of Arkansas, Florida, Mississippi, Tennessee and Texas. (For North Carolina it is the Northern Cardinal). During the 1800s it was often captured and kept as a cage bird which explains the traditional lullaby that begins: “Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.” Fifty years ago this bird was immortalized by the title of the Harper Lee novel To Kill a Mockingbird. Its significance appears where the children are warned, “It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird because mockingbirds do no harm. They only provide pleasure with their songs. They don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us.” Some walking too close to a nest may take a bit of exception to this romanticized and anthropomorphic image as these birds can be rather aggressive by defending their territory, and it is not unusual for a person or pet to be dive-bombed, especially in late summer. Nevertheless, the significance of the mockingbird in this novel has been speculated upon in countless high school and College essays many read by our own great and now famous English teacher, Charles Temple, who has taught this novel at our high school. Hey Charles, in preparation for the upcoming tournament of champions here’s a softball for $100: “This scary neighbor was an endless source of fascination to Scout Finch.” Anyone else?

Ocracoke School Graduates Nine

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Ocracoke Graduates 9 2011

July  2011

By Connie Leinbach 

It’s not every day that the person who cuts your hair is your high school commence­ment speaker. But then, Oc­racoke isn’t like anywhere else. It’s a place where the person who cuts your hair can get to know you almost as well as your parents.

Susie Kennedy, who owns and operates Halo Hair, the only hair salon on the island, has a special relationship to the nine students who were gradu­ated Sunday evening June 12 in a ceremony held outdoor on the grounds of Books to be Red. Kennedy and the other com­mencement speaker, Karen Lovejoy, have been part of the students’ lives for many years in their capacities with the now-dormant Ocracoke Youth Center.

Lovejoy was the director and Kennedy is a board member and was Teen Night coordina­tor.

Their dual speech was person­alized to each student in a way no commencement speaker in a school with even 20 graduates could do, as they enumerated each student’s strengths.

In addition, as the ceremony was open to the public, various members of the community with ostensibly no ties to the students attended along with several underclassmen–some­thing that’s also unheard of in large schools who must limit attendees to a handful of each student’s family members.

In a small place like Oc­racoke, adults often mingle with young people in a vari­ety of settings and thus get to know them. This is what makes the community of Ocracoke so special, noted class valedicto­rian, Joseph Franklin Chest­nut, whose speech focused on “community,” and how on Oc­racoke, the school is the center of the community.

Joe noted that he had come with his family to Ocracoke when he was in the first grade.

In an interview last fall when the Youth Center was realiz­ing it had to drastically wind down, possibly cease, its af­ter-school operations due to all the students attending the after-school 21st Century grant program, Joe’s father, Bob, who owns the Surf Shop and is the Youth Center board president said this unique setting beck­oned the family.

“The reason we moved here was to be able to spend time  Youth Center board president said this unique setting beck­oned the family.

“The reason we moved here was to be able to spend time with my kids,” Bob had said. ”In the outside world parents aren’t home. Here, I can go fishing after school with my kids.”

And Joe, along with his class­mates, has excelled in this en­vironment, which shows in his receipt of the $30,000 London scholarship, an academic hon­or that has not been awarded in a few years.

Joe, who is headed to George Washington University, also re­ceived the Farm Bureau, $300, and Beta, $1,000, scholarships.

School principal, Dr. Wal­ter Padgett, who awarded the diplomas, along with school superintendent Dr. Randolph Latimore, noted that the stu­dents attending college re­ceived more than $200,000 in scholarships from those col­leges, in addition to the com­munity scholarships awarded.

“I didn’t know what to ex­pect coming here to this island school,” Padgett said in his re­marks. “Living on Ocracoke is stepping back to the days when school is the center of the com­munity. Respect for self and education are taught at home here.”

And, graduation was not just all about the students. They themselves gave a Com­munity Service Award, as they have for several years, to some­one in the community who has worked behind the scenes for community betterment.

This year, the students gave this honor to Earl O’Neal, whose involvement in the com­munity has been extensive.

Class Salutatorian Devynn Lorelle Mager also addressed the group and revealed that she was diagnosed with mul­tiple sclerosis last year. Not one to let that stop her, Mager plans to attend Wingate University in the fall. She received the Oc­racoke School PTA Scholarship of $500.

The other graduates and their awards are as follows:

Meiraf Selam Zekaryas, who moved to Ocracoke last year, received a $10,000 scholarship from the State Employees’ Credit Union (People Helping People Scholarship). She will attend the University of North Carolina at Wilmington.

Ronnie Van O’Neal, III, who will attend Tidewater Com­munity College, received the Class of 1982 scholarship in the amount of $2,140. He also re­ceived the Beveridge and Mayo Scholarship, $500

Madeleine O Payne received the $2,500 National County Courthouse Scholarship from the Hyde County Commission­ers. She will attend Appala­chian State University.

Jeremiah Cody Smith will be working fulltime.

Chante Lynna Mason will attend Pitt Community Col­lege. She received a $1,000 scholarship from the Ocracoke Assembly of God Church as well as the Ellen Holloday Scholarship, $750; Ocracoke In­vitational Fishing Tournament Scholarship, $500; Ocracoke Va­riety Store, $250.

Petra Jasmin Flores will at­tend Beaufort Community Col­lege. She received the $2,700 Greg and Eden Honeycutt Scholarship (through the Oc­racoke Community Founda­tion).

Mitchell Jovanny Ibarra, who will attend Pitt Communi­ty College, received the follow­ing scholarships: Anonymous in memory of Charlotte Castro, $1,000; Ocracoke Variety Store, $250; Wells Fargo, $750; David Ondrovic, $50.

Baseball…and Cat

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July 2011

By Philip Howard

Recent news about Oc­racoke Island’s new Little League baseball team, the “Raptors,” reminds me that Ocracoke has a long and fascinating connection with America’s national pas­time.

Most of Ocracoke’s first settlers came from the British Isles. Young men in England and Scotland had developed an early folk game, “Cat and Dog,” which involved a piece of wood (a “cat”) that was thrown at a target, often a hole in the ground. Opposing players de­fended the target by hitting the wood away with a stick (a “dog”).

Two holes were used in some versions of this game that resembled cricket. A bat­ter would hit the cat, then run between the holes while the opposing team would try to put the runner out by knocking the cat into the hole before the runner got to it.

Other manifestations of “Cat and Dog” evolved into a stick and ball game similar in many ways to modern baseball. In one version the “cat” was carved from a piece of wood about six inches long and two inches in diameter. Each end was ta­pered. The cat was placed on the ground, and either struck with a stick or stomped on with a foot. This would “catapult” the stick into the air so it could be hit with a stick.

In later versions, a ball was substituted for the piece of wood, and launched from a simple lever mechanism. Still later, a pitcher replaced the mechanical lever.

By the time Ocracoke was first settled, in the mid-1700s, “cat-ball” or “cat” was a popular outdoor recreation in colonial America, including Ocracoke.

Because folk games had no official rules, they changed over time and from place to place. No one knows exactly how “cat” was first played on Ocracoke Island. By the late nineteenth century Ocracoke boys played cat with a home­made ball, typically a core of string covered with old shoe leather. A stick of wood served as a bat.

In most ways “cat” was iden­tical to modern baseball, with two teams, four bases (includ­ing home plate), a pitcher, a catcher, outfielders, and a batter. As in baseball, a bat­ter would be “out” after three strikes, or if his fly ball was caught in the air.

On the other hand, “cat” had no designated boundary lines. If a batter hit the ball, no mat­ter how hard, or in what direc­tion, it was considered in play. Sometimes a batter would just “snick” the ball. (“Snick,” mean­ing to hit the ball with a glanc­ing blow off the edge of the bat, a term used in cricket, has survived on Ocracoke since the colonial period.) If the ball flew off to one side, or even landed behind the batter, it was still in play.

Runners could be tagged out in the conventional man­ner, but generally the ball was thrown at the runner. If a run­ner was hit by the ball he was “out.”

During the first half of the twentieth century “cat” was played on Ocracoke with a soft rubber ball. Traditional base­ball bats were used whenever they were available, though a simple wooden stick sufficed if necessary. Baseball gloves were almost unheard of.

The establishment of a Coast Guard station in Oc­racoke village in 1904, and the construction of a naval base during World War II, brought a contingent of young men to the island. They often brought bats, balls, and gloves with them. By the late 1950s softball had replaced “cat” as the primary sport on Ocracoke. But the co­lonial ball game “cat” probably survived longer on Ocracoke than anywhere else in the Unit­ed States.

For many years Ocracoke boys played “cat” on the school grounds, on the beach (near Loop Shack Hill and at the South Point), and in the grassy area beside the National Park Service Visitors Center.

Today, “cat” is a game re­membered only by older is­landers. But “cat” is a legacy that connects one of the island’s earliest traditions with a grow­ing interest in Little League baseball today.

Let’s play ball!

Philip Howard enjoys researching island history which enriches his avocation as a story teller. Philip and his daughter, Amy will be do­ing a new version of their popular program at Deepwater Theater at 8 PM on Monday evenings called “You Ain’t Heard Nothin’ Yet, Strange Stories & Quirky Tales of Ocracoke Island.” They also lead Ghost & History Walks on Tues­days & Fridays.

Beach walking with Henry David Thoreau: part two

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June 2011

By Pat Garber

…It was a very inspiriting sound to walk by, filling the whole air, that of the sea dashing against the land…Henry David Thoreau 

Having wandered for more than an hour with my friend Rita along the salt flats at Ocracoke Island’s north end, I set out to walk in earnest. Thoreau’s account of his own beach walk, recorded in his book “Cape Cod,” was tucked in the top of my pack, within easy reach. The music of the waves breaking to my left was, as Thoreau had written, an inspiriting sound.

The wind was at my back, not a hard wind but one that sent the fine grains of sand scattering ahead of me, low to the ground, and produced the illusion that the land itself was in motion. Thoreau described the wind as he and his companion trekked across what he called the Cape’s wrist: to face a migrating sand-bar in the air, which has picked up its duds and is off, to be whipped with a cat, not o’nine-tails, but of a myriad of tails, and each with a sting to it…I have encountered many such winds, but the wind this day was gentler, and a pleasure to walk with.

Before long I noticed that I had companionship on my journey.  A pod of bottlenose dolphins were making their way along the beach, their graceful forms rising and falling just on the other side of the breakers. The ocean was a busy place here, with brown pelicans riding air currents above the waves and herring gulls splashing in the grey waters. The headlong plunges of gannets, big elegant white birds with black wing-tips, a little farther out, convinced me that the fishing must be great here. I set my pace to keep up with the dolphins, slowing down when they ran into better fishing, hurrying up when they moved ahead of me. They stayed beside me (or I by them) for about a mile, at which time they and the feasting birds disappeared. I think my traveling pals must have turned around and returned to the richer  fishing grounds. As I continued my southwestern trek I saw quite a few other dolphins, but most were heading back toward Hatteras, and I can’t help wondering if they had heard, via dolphin language, where the best dinner was being dished up.

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Thoreau’s encounter with cetaceans was not so pleasant to read about. Whaling was legal in 1849, and an important source of income on the Cape. Thoreau described the harvest of “blackfish” (probably similar to what we call pilot whales, a kind of dolphin) which he came across near Provincetown: In the summer and fall sometimes, hundreds of blackfish (the Social Whale…called also the Black Whale-fish, Howling Whale, Bottlehead, etc), fifteen feet or more in length, are driven ashore in a single school here. I witnessed such a scene in July, 1855…I counted about thirty blackfish, just killed, with many lance wounds, and the water was more or less bloody around…The fisherman slashed one with his jackknife, to show me how thick the blubber was,–about three inches; and as I passed my finger through the cut it was covered thick with oil.  The blubber looked like pork, and this man said that when they were trying it the boys would come sometimes round with a piece of bread in one hand, and take a piece of blubber in the other to eat with it…

“Trying” the blubber meant, I knew, heating it to render the oil.  Here on Ocracoke, dolphins had been harvested in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries,  and their blubber “tried” for lamp oil. Try Yard Creek, one of the saltwater creeks which partially bisect the island and which I would be passing today, received its name from this practice.

Other than Rita, I had seen no other humans since I had left the village of Ocracoke. Having the beach to myself was wonderful, and I found my thoughts reflected in Thoreau’s description of his1857 walk:…that solitude was sweet to me as a flower. I sat down on the boundless level and enjoyed the solitude, drank it in, the medicine for which I had pined…

The shore I walked now was barely recognizable as that which I had traversed seven years ago, but that came as no surprise. Ocracoke’s shoreline changes shape with every hurricane, every nor’easter that churns her sands. Barrier islands are always on the move, migrating westward toward the mainland and sharing sand up and down the beaches.  It is not a new phenomenon, as reflected in the following observation made by Thoreau.  As I looked over the water, I saw the isles rapidly wasting away, the sea nibbling voraciously at the continent…” Later in the book he remarked, Perhaps what the Ocean takes from one part of the Cape, it gives to another,–robs Peter to pay Paul. 

There were not as many birds along this stretch of beach. An occasional squadron of pelicans, flying in formation just above the waves, passed by on occasion, and I saw a great black-backed gull sitting near the dune line.  Swooping across the water, too far away to identify, were a few gulls, no doubt searching for fish.  Thoreau wrote about gulls he saw on the beach at Cape Cod in October, 1849, saying Mackerel-gulls were all the while flying over our heads and amid the breakers, sometimes two white ones pursuing a black one…and we saw that they were adapted to their circumstances rather by their spirits than their bodies. Theirs must be an essentially wilder, that is less human nature, than that of larks and robins….

Being unfamiliar with a bird called mackerel-gull, I had, upon reading “Cape Cod” earlier, looked it up in my bird books. I read that in Massachusetts this name was sometimes used for the common tern. I think it would have been unlikely for common terns to be at Cape Cod in October, and I don’t know that there are black ones and white ones; so I wonder if mackerel-gull might have been a generic name Thoreau used for gull-like birds. There could have been several gulls that met his description. His thoughts about their wild spirits does, however, put me more in mind of the graceful terns than of the more pragmatic gulls.

As I followed the shore, I became intrigued by a proliferation of what looked like artistic drawings in the sand, in varying shapes and colors, a few yards my side of the tide line. They were somewhat circular but very irregular, sometimes connected, with two or three rings composed of differing colors of sand. Some resembled little people or strange creatures.  I had seen them before, though never in such numbers, and knew that their formation was due to interactions of wind, water and slope with sands of differing weights and textures. With such variety and somewhat ghoulish shapes, it was easy to imagine an artistic sense of humor behind their design.

Thoreau did not describe the same sand art I saw, but a similar phenomenon which I have often noted in my beach explorations. Talking about beach grass (Psamma arenaria)  he wrote: As it is blown about by the wind, while it is held fast by its roots, it describes myriad circles in the sand as accurately as if they were made by compasses.

As I walked along I noticed that the sky had grown darker. My brisk walk and heavy jacket had kept me warm, but now I felt raindrops patter against my jacket. So much for the weatherman’s prediction of a dry day, with the rain starting later in the night! Oh well, as Thoreau had begun his day walking in the rain, it seemed fitting that I end mine the same way. He had written: The reader will imagine us, all the while, steadily traversing that extensive plain…and reading under our umbrellas as we sailed, while it blowed hard and mingled mist and rain… 

Farther down the beach, I came upon the timbers of an old shipwreck, its bones laid open to view by recent wind and water. I recalled another beachwalk I had taken, when the wreckage of a 74-foot fishing trawler had littered the shoreline I walked. I turned to Thoreau’s words, written in 1849:  The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up….perhaps a piece of some old pirate’s ship, wrecked more than a hundred years ago, comes ashore to-day.

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Years later, in 1857, again exploring Cape Cod, Thoreau described coming upon an old shipwreck. Soon after leaving Newcomb’s Hollow, I passed a hulk of a vessel about a hundred feet long, which the sea had cast up in the sand…half buried, like a piece of driftwood. Apparently no longer regarded. It looked very small and insignificant under that impending bank.

 I was nearing the place where, on the other side of the dunes, I had left my truck. The rain was falling harder and I was anxious to reach shelter, but I took a moment more to stand and gaze out across the water. The tide was coming in, and each wave, as it thrashed its way toward land, seemed intent on out-racing the last. Beyond this stretched the unwearied and illimitable ocean…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ocracoke English teacher wins “Jeopardy! Teachers Tournament”

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June 2011
By Connie Leinbach

Ocracoke School Eng­lish teacher Charles Temple put the na­tional spotlight on Ocracoke May 13 when he won the first ever “Jeopardy! Teach­ers Tournament.” Temple, 38, who competed against 14 other teachers from across the country, won $100,000, as well as a guaranteed spot in the Tournament of Champi­ons airing later this year.

The tournament was held over two days in March and Tem­ple has had to keep his win under wraps as if it were a national secret, “All this went down six weeks ago and I had to come back here and keep a poker face,” he said. “Then the whole thing came back around this week.”

He has been riding a wave of excitement on the island ever since the first installment of the multi-day tournament which aired May 5 and which he won. Gaffer’s Sports Pub on Ocracoke, which features multiple television screens, hosted a viewing party each night that Temple appeared, and there were also other viewing parties at other ven­ues on the island.

“It’s a little strange that this is happening to me,” he said in a post-tournament interview about a dream he has had since childhood. “It’s been a lot of fun and it’s been great to see the community excited about it.”

The tournament began May 2 and Temple won his quarter-final round May 5, which earned him a spot in the semi-finals. He went on to win his semi-final round on Wednesday, May 11. Then he began two days of final com­petition on Thursday. The highest cumulative score of the two nights of finals Thurs­day, May 12, and Friday, May 13, determined the winner.

Temple placed second on May 12, which had his fans fretting until the final night, May 13.

After a somewhat slow start in the first game the fi­nal night, when the lead went back and forth several times among Temple and the two other contestants, he started cleaning up as the second game progressed. As Final Jeopardy approached, Tem­ple’s score was more than $40,000 while the other two competitors had scores under $10,000 each.

“If you had asked me what kind of a board I wanted to see (Friday night), it’s the one I got,” Temple said. He and the other contestants were a bit stumped by the “Current Music” category and Temple had the only correct answer in identifying current pop artists. “I took a little heat about that,” he said, “espe­cially missing the Radio Head question.”

Throughout the tourna­ment, the 15 contestants and a backup were congenial, he said. He viewed the game more as playing alongside the others and against the board, rather than competing against them. He said that he found it interesting that five of the 15 are English teachers, and he added he was proud that all three finalists are public school teachers.

Temple said he wasn’t sure yet how he was going to use the money, but that he was trying to be smart about it and didn’t intend to blow it all at once. “Having a lot of money is not one of my goals,” he said, adding that was obvi­ous from his career choice – public school teacher.

Temple’s fans on Ocracoke and beyond were rather proud of the teacher from a community of about 950 people who teaches at a K-12 school of just about 150 stu­dents.

Temple has not been in­formed when the Tourna­ment of Champions will be or who it would be against. Until then, he will continue to read widely to store away as much information as he can, just as he’s always done as an avid reader, puzzle aficionado and Jeopardy! fan.

And, he if were to get asked to play against Jeop­ardy superstars Ken Jennings and Brad Rutter?

“I’d take them on,” he said.

The Island Free Press contrib­uted to this story.