Remembering Wayne Teeter

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Remembering Wayne  Teeter By  Pat Garber April 2014 Ocracoke old-timers believed that when an Ocracoker was go­ing to die, the island’s roost­ers would crow repeatedly in mournful...

A Trip to Portsmouth Island with the Austins: More Than Just...

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July 2013 By Pat Garber Off the coast of east­ern North Caro­lina lies the re­mote island of Portsmouth, renowned for birds, sea­shells, and history. Acces­sible only...

Foreign dignitaries humbled by Annual British Cemetery Ceremony

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June 2013 by Connie Leinbach Canadian Naval At­taché Commander David Trudeau was humbled by the an­nual British Cemetery Me­morial Service May 10 on Ocracoke. The ceremony...

A Blessed Life, Growing up on Ocracoke Island by Della Gaskill

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June 2013   Della Gaskill, one of Ocracoke’s wise and wonderful older residents has written and just released her first book, ”A Blessed Life, Growing Up...

Health & Wellness: Assembly of God Church

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May 2013 By Terrilynn Grace West This is the second in a series addressing spiritual wellness, fea­turing churches on Ocracoke. Last month I wrote about...

Health and Wellness: The United Methodist Church

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April 2013 By Terrilynn Grace West Churches have exist­ed over time on Oc­racoke and address spiritual wellness. If you attended the Easter Sunrise service on the...

A Fisherman’s Daughter

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  July  2012 By Della Gaskill Edited by Pat Garber Della Gaskill, 74 years old, de­scribes what it was like to grow up on Ocracoke Island...

Restoring the “Blanche”: A traditional Ocracoke fishing boat

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September 2011 By Pat Garber Seventy-five years ago an Ocracoke fisherman, Stacy Howard, commis­sioned a master boat-builder, Tom ‘Neal, to begin building him a fine new...

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...

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...