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Ocracoke’s Artists’ Colony

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September

By Philip Howard

“Is there an artists’ colony on Ocracoke?” is a ques­tion I frequently hear.

“We do have a number of tal­ented artists and musicians,” I reply, “but, no, there is no formal or orga­nized Artists’ colony on the island.”

Ocracoke Island suits artistic types very well, and it is not surprising that visitors wonder if an organized colony has ever been established here. Although there is no artists’ colony on the island today, Ocracoke was the site of a small experimental com­munity that flourished here more than sixty years ago.

The worldwide movement that spawned the quintessential art­ists’ colony emerged in the mid to late 1800s and continued robustly through the early twentieth cen­tury. It is estimated that thousands of artists participated in nearly one hundred art communities in Eu­rope, Australia, and the Americas during that time.

In the early twentieth century Ocracoke was especially remote from cities, government interfer­ence in private affairs, and societal expectations. Without paved roads or ferry service, Ocracoke’s primary link to the mainland was the four and a half hour trip by mail boat to Atlantic, on the mainland of North Carolina. The island’s isolation and easy ac­ceptance of strangers helps explain why a small group of artists and writers established their “Island Work­shop” here in 1940.

Unlike many counterparts in Europe and elsewhere in the Unit­ed States, the Island Workshop was neither a highly structured year-round community, nor an independent and self-contained community of transient artists and writers. Rather, it was a two-month long summer endeavor that was somewhat integrated into the year-round and long-established village of Ocracoke.

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In 1935, Ocracoke resident Stan­ley Wahab built an inexpensive replica of a Spanish style build­ing on the island, near where the Back Porch Restaurant sits today, to be part of his larger operation which included the Wahab Village Hotel (later renamed Blackbeard’s Lodge) and separate motel units dubbed the Green Apartments.

Made of plywood strewn with gravel while the earth-colored paint was still wet, the 400 square foot Spanish Casino mimicked an adobe hacienda. The flat roofed structure had extended and cren­ulated exterior walls with gently curving main sections. Windows were topped with decorative trim, and crosses within circles paint­ed near the roof line suggested a southwestern theme. An open porch on the ocean-facing side was supported by peeled cedar posts, adding to the Spanish motif.

The interior of the Spanish Casino was one large room with a raised platform on the western September 2010 wall to accommodate a piano and musicians. Benches were placed along the walls, leaving a sizable dance floor in the middle. Island natives, Edgar and Walter Howard, brothers who had moved to New York City to play vaudeville in the 1920s and 1930s, came home periodically to en­tertain their fellow island­ers. The popular music of the day included cowboy and western songs and ballads. Once in a while Edgar’s banjo and Walter’s guitar accompanied nation­ally popular entertainers who followed the Howard brothers to Ocracoke. At times, other island musi­cians played at the Spanish Casino. When live music was unavailable a jukebox served nightly to provide tunes for round dances, jitterbug, and traditional island square dances.

Stanley Wahab included a small canteen to serve his customers. Candy, cigarettes, and soft drinks were popular items. Eventually the Spanish Casino also offered hamburgers. Some years earlier, under the influence of Mr.Shaw, one of the Methodist preachers, sales of alcoholic beverages had been banned on Ocracoke Island. It was a rare night, however, when homemade meal wine did not flow freely behind the build­ing or on the other side of the sand dunes.

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In the summer of 1938 Vernon Albert Ward, Jr., a young man from eastern North Carolina, procured a job as manager of Stanley Wahab’s three-year-old “Spanish Casino.” Ver­non who found his way to Ocracoke in the late 1930s had graduated from the Uni­versity of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with a degree in English, and a specialization in creative writing. Although more educated than the local population, Ward quickly and easily settled into the community and made many friends. He was also a budding poet who had made contacts with other writers and art­ists from western North Carolina, New York, and Europe. Whether it was originally his idea, or some­one else’s, the notion of an island workshop for artists and writers took shape. Vernon Ward became the organizer and contact person. Soon a catalog was created and advertisements placed in regional and national magazines.

Ocracoke’s first season for the artists’ colony was scheduled for July and August, 1940. Although the location was listed as Wahab Village, many of the classes were held in the local schoolhouse. En­tertainment included dances at the Spanish Casino. Accommoda­tions were arranged at the Wahab Village Hotel. The total cost for two months (room, board, tuition, and entertainment) amounted to a mere $200. Attractions included “swimming, boating, fishing, danc­ing, and excursions.” Ocracoke was hailed as the “world’s widest and most beautiful seashore.”

Courses included painting, sculpture, art history, creative writ­ing, history of literature, Indian crafts, and physical education. The Island Workshop attracted an im­pressive list of talented teachers. Among them was Blanche C. Weill, a San Francisco native who stud­ied in Europe with educator Maria Montessori and with psychoanalyst Alfred Adler. Weill earned a doc­torate at Harvard practiced child psychology and was the author of two books, The Behavior of Young Children of the Same Family, and Through Children’s Eyes, the lat­ter published by Island Workshop Press.

Robert Haven Schauffler, well known expert on the lives of Beethoven, Brahms, and Schumann, also participated in the Island Workshop. Schauffler, author, lecturer, singer, and cellist attended Northwestern University and Princeton University where he earned a B.A. in 1902. A prolific writer, he contributed to numerous magazines and journals, including Collier’s Week­ly, and Atlantic.

Other present­ers and teachers at the Workshop included Daniel Tilden, a Chero­kee Indian Chief, and Anita Wetzler, a nation­ally recognized sculp­tress.

The most color­ful of the Workshop or­ganizers and teachers, however, was Madame Helene Scheu-Riesz (pronounced Shoy-Re­ese). According to islanders who knew her, she was very friendly and outgoing. Mme Scheu-Riesz, as she preferred to be addressed, was born in what is now the Czech Republic in 1880, but spent most of her life in Austria. At age 38 she published her first novel, Der Rev­olutionär. Eine Lebensgeschichte (The Revolutionary, A Biography), which came out during the Bol­shevik Revolution in Russia. How­ever, she made a name for herself as a narrative writer, poet, playwright, editor, journalist, and transla­tor. She was active in the Austrian Women’s Movement, and was es­pecially interested in making books available to children. She edited the “Sesambücher,” a se­ries of classic works, in German, for young peo­ple, and translated Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland to German.

Mme. Scheu-Riesz emigrated to the United States in 1937, after her husband, Gustav Scheu, died. True to her old-world traditions, she continued to wear gathered skirts, blouses with laced bodices, and a small scarf or peasant’s cap over her salt and pepper hair. Ear­rings and red shoes highlighted her colorful dress. Mme Scheu- Riesz, short and thin, spoke with a thick German accent.

It is not known how Mme. Scheu-Riesz came to know Vernon Ward, but clearly they were mov­ing in the same circles once she ar­rived in America.

No record survives listing the Island Workshop students. Local sources indicate that only a hand­ful of people were ever enrolled in classes, maybe 8-12 people at any one time. Dare Wright, popular 1950s photographer and author of children’s books, several set on Oc­racoke, seems to have had a con­nection to Vernon Ward, and may have participated in the Workshop. No doubt the extreme isolation of Ocracoke contributed to the small number of students. In 1940 no ferries served the island, and the journey across Pamlico Sound on the 42 foot wooden mail boat Aleta took four hours.

No local islanders are known to have taken advantage of the cours­es offered.

1940 was a time of upheaval in Europe, and the events there were causing anxiety and concern throughout the world, and Oc­racoke Island was no exception.

Before the United States de­clared war on Japan and Germany in 1941(and established a Navy base on the island in June of 1942) Ocracoke had been one of the most isolated communities in the country. Few outsiders visited the island, and most of them were an­glers and hunters.

Most of the Workshop partici­pants enjoyed spending their days on the beach. Islander, Jake Alli­good, had an old flat bed truck that he had converted to an island taxi, and he often drove them across the tidal flats to the ocean. It was not unusual for the teachers and students to walk to the beach after dark.

Several island teenagers, in­trigued by the exotic artists and intellectuals, and looking for ad­venture, decided to snoop around their quarters. They had listened to adults as they discussed the artists’ unconventional behavior and different lifestyles. Connec­tions to foreign countries, strange dress, and a degree of eccentricity had made them suspect. Could the artists really be undercover Nazi spies?

The “detectives” never discov­ered any incriminating evidence.

Mme. Scheu-Riesz’s Jewish heritage points to something quite different from a suspected Ger­man spy. Rather, she appears to have been a committed progres­sive thinker. In Europe she hosted socialist salons, worked with her husband to broaden the view­points of “dreadfully nationalistic” Viennese primers, and was active in the burgeoning “first wave” of the women’s liberation movement. According to information from the Library of Congress, Mme. Scheu- Riesz also had a connection with Sigmund Freud, with whom she carried on correspondence in 1930. And she frequently combined her interest in art with her passion for politics.

The Ocracoke “Artists’ Colony” (the Island Workshop), operated for only two summers (1940 and 1941). The December, 1941attack on Pearl Harbor changed everything. In the next six months hundreds of merchant vessels were torpedoed by German submarines off the Outer Banks. By the summer of 1942 the US Navy had constructed an Amphibious Section Base with as many as 600 personnel stationed on the island. Ocracoke was no longer the quiet, isolated retreat suitable for an artists’ colony.

Six months later, the Spanish Casino, which had already begun to disintegrate, was closed on the recommendation of the Navy com­mander. Shortly afterwards the building was demolished.

According to some sources, Mme Scheu-Riesz operated an art gallery in New York City after WWII. In 1954 she returned to Vi­enna. She devoted the rest of her life to school reform, writing nu­merous adaptations of fairy tales and translating children’s books from English to German. She died in 1970.

Vernon Ward went on to be­come a professor of English at East Carolina University in Greenville, North Carolina. He published sev­eral books on poetry and in the early 1960s he created and edited Tar River Poets, a literary journal devoted to publishing poems by members of the Poetry Forum in Greenville. It has been listed as one of the top ten poetry journals in the United States. Ward was married and was survived by a daughter and son when he died in 2000.

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

The Fishermen’s Quilt

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The Fishermen’s Quilt, Auction Labor Day Weekend.

 

August 2010
 By Pat Garber

“There is nothing–ab­solutely nothing– half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats’ That is what Water Rat told Mole in Kenneth Grahame’s classic childhood story, ‘The Wind in the Willows” in the late 1800s. More than a hundred years later, on December 29th, 2009, at the Ocracoke Fish House’s 4th annu­al oyster roast, a quilt containing the words of that famous quo­tation was unveiled. The quilt, a compilation of patches made out of water-related tee-shirts stitched together by Joyce Reyn­olds, is to be raffled off as a fund-raiser for the Ocracoke Working Watermen’s Association this La­bor Day Weekend.

There is a story behind that quilt, and there are stories in the patches themselves which, stitched together, tell the story of Ocracoke’s fishing community.

The story of the quilt began three years ago, when Joyce Reynolds, the minister at the Ocracoke United Methodist Church, came up with the idea of making a quilt to contribute to the Ocracoke Working Wa­termen’s Association (OWWA.) Joyce specializes in making quilts from tee-shirts, so she wanted to use some of Ocracoke’s fish­ing-related tee shirts. Finding and collecting the shirts became a mission for Joyce–a way that she could contribute to helping the fish house. Since many of the shirts were no longer for sale she had to talk a number of people into giving her the shirt off their backs-literally. She also set about getting as many as possible of the shirts signed by those who were connected to them. She stood at the docks to catch the boat cap­tains and get their signatures, and she flagged down Doran Quigg as he rode by on his bi­cycle, telling him she had to have the tee shirt he was wearing. He delivered it to her at church the following Sunday.

Quilting has long been a part of Ocracoke tradition, and Joyce’s tee-shirt quilt was not the first quilt to be made and raffled to help support OWWA. In 2008 the Ocracoke Needle and Thread Club, comprised of a number of local quilters who work together on such projects, presented the organization with a beautiful sampler quilt of water-related themes. Two years in the mak­ing, the ‘Watermen’s Quilt’ raffle raised $1500.00.

One of the tee-shirt patches in Joyce’s quilt depicts OWWA’s logo, a fishing trawler and the name of the organization, the Ocracoke Working Watermen’s Association, The story behind the OWWA tee-shirt is one of hope, hard work, and a commu­nity pulling together to save a threatened tradition.

Ocracoke’s fish house, South Point Seafood (another of the tee-shirt patches) opened its doors in 1974, when Johnny Grif­fin began buying seafood from local fishermen on the docks at Silver Lake. Murray Fulcher, a local fisherman and advocate for waterman with the NC leg­islature, bought and ran South Point Seafood for about twenty years before retiring. The fish house changed hands and then was closed for nearly two years, threatening to bring an end to Ocracoke’s long tradition as a fishing village and to the jobs of a number of watermen who lived here. Meanwhile, Ocracoke fisherman Hardy Plyer was ap­pointed to a state committee to locate working waterfronts in North Carolina that were threat­ened by privitization. Ocracoke was among those identified. Oc­racoke fisherman Gene Ballance and Robin Payne, president of the board of the newly formed Ocracoke Foundation, began working together to raise money to re-open the fish house. They received funding from the North Carolina Rural Center, economic development grants through Hyde County, and a grant from the Golden LEAF Foundation. They met their goal and three years ago Ocracoke Seafood Company opened its doors. The story of the watermen’s associa­tion and the fish house has been one of success since then.

OWWA is managed by Oc­racoke’s fishermen, under the umbrella of the non-profit orga­nization the Ocracoke Foundation. The fish house, which goes by the name “Ocracoke Seafood,” is now self-supporting. Money taken in at fund-raisers contributes to edu­cational outreach programs, such as guidance for teachers to use in their classrooms and research projects. Representatives from the Watermen’s Association par­ticipate in the North Carolina Sea­food Festival in Morehead City, the North Carolina Museum of Histo­ry , and the Core Sound Waterfowl Festival at Harkers Island. They produce promotional materials, including shirts with the OWWA logo, and bumper stickers which read, “Friends don’t let friends eat imported seafood”, thus support­ing local buying. They are pres­ently engaged in preparing a shal­low draft barge to plant oysters in Pamlico Sound.

OWWA officers include David Hilton representing fin fishing, Jerry Lukefahr shellfish, and Ernie Dosier charter boat fishing. Da­vid Hilton is also the president of Ocracoke Seafood. They are pres­ently working with NC Sea Grant to bring more diversity and better marketing, using the brand name “Ocracoke Fresh; Caught Today the Traditional Way.”

Hardy Plyer is the manager of Ocracoke Seafood, and his wife, Patti Johnson Plyer, runs the retail department which sells seafood to the public. One of the tee-shirts in the quilt depicts a fish camp with the words, “Hardy’s Fish Camp and Disco.” It was designed for Hardy and Patti’s wedding party, when the long-time partners de­cided to tie the knot.

Other tee-shirts feature such water-related businesses as Tradewinds Bait and Tackle Shop, The Anchorage Marina, Fat Boy’s Fish Company, and Native Para­sail. Shirts from several of the char­ter-boat captains are represented, including Ronnie O’Neal’s “Miss Kathleen”, Farris O’Neal’s “Drum Stick,” John Ferrara’s “Fish Tale,” and Reid Robinson’s “Devereux.” There is a shirt from Rob Temple’s sailboat “Wind Fall,” from Rodney Mason’s hunting guide service, and from Wade Austin’s duck hunting business, as well as from the Ocracoke Island Crab Festival that used to draw big crowds.

One of the last tee shirts Joyce got was the one with the above mentioned quotation about mess­ing about in boats, which seems to capture the spirit of this fishing community. The people who had originally marketed the shirts sold them at the Gathering Place, a little shop which stood at the entrance to the Community Store docks. The shop itself had been moved to a building in another part of the village, and the current owners, John and Ginny Moss, had stopped selling the shirts. Ben O’Neal still had one however, and when he heard that Joyce was waiting for one to complete her quilt, he left it stuffed in the handle of her door latch. Joyce finished the quilt and presented it to OWWA.

Raffle tickets for the quilt sell for $15.00, and can be bought at the fish house or on line at ocracoke­watermen.org. The winning ticket will be picked at OWWA’s Labor Day Fish Fry.

Artist Photographer, Ann Ehringhaus

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August 2010
By Ruth Fordon

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“The Beingness” words by Thomas Aquinas, Christian mystic, and images Ann Ehringhaus.

Her love of photography began early. As a child, Ann remembers organizing other children in her neighborhood into scenes that she would then photograph with her Brownie camera. In tandem with this interest Ann has always been a student of life and has pursued education in many different formats over the years. She earned a degree in English from UNC at Chapel Hill, and then an MEd in Counseling from UNC in Charlotte. By 1975 her love of photography brought her to school again, this time to a certification program at the New England School of Photography in Boston. All of this training and education has allowed Ann to weave a challenging and interesting lifestyle directed toward the exploration of what it means to be human.

In 1971 Ann moved to Ocracoke to teach at Ocracoke School, her first fulltime job. She was one of five teachers and each taught a variety of subjects. She and her husband Michael taught junior and senior high students from 1971-1973, and then they left to go to graduate school. Her next job was teaching English at an alternative school for 100 kids who had been unable to succeed in regular academic settings. As part of this job, she volunteered to accompany the kids to a media center where they could learn “hands on” about photography, while also

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Ann Ehringhaus

relationships with adults. It was during this work that her child­hood interest in photography sparked again.

In 1975 Ann and her former husband moved to Boston. He later was accepted to Har­vard, and Ann began teaching in Newton, Mass. while tak­ing a few courses at the New England School of Photogra­phy. She soon was enrolled in their fulltime program. This led her back to education and the chance to work full time as a teacher of photography at a junior high school, utilizing her new language, technical skills and creativity to engage the students.

Upon returning to NC in 1978, Ann participated in the NC Artists in the Schools pro­gram sponsored by the NC Arts Council, where she spent 10 years working around the state teaching photography. She also taught for 2 summers at the ad­olescent unit of the state mental hospital in Butner. “Kids would say things when we were in the darkroom developing photos that they wouldn’t say other­wise. It was really amazing and fun.”

After finishing her Photog­raphy program in Boston, Ann began thinking about the need for a book about Ocracoke that would portray more than just the history.She wanted to say something with her new lan­guage of photography about the island, the power of the environment, and the com­munity. At the time only Carl Goerch’s book on the history of Ocracoke was available. For Ann, it was the opportunity to use her technical skills as a photographer, her instincts for distilling the everyday life of islanders into stunning images and a format for her to con­vey her love and appreciation of Ocracoke. She had saved enough money to work on the book exclusively for 5 months and made a majority of the im­ages during this time period. Compiling quotes, stories and finding a way to make them in­tersect meaningfully with the images took several more years and 2 years to connect with the right publisher.

Ann’s completed book,”Ocracoke Portrait”, her photo essay capturing images and stories of island life, pub­lished in 1988, was enthusiasti­cally received and enjoyed by all. Ocracoke Portrait is now in its second printing and avail­able in stores around the is­land. If you haven’t seen it, be sure to look for it. The stories and images are timeless.

One day in the early 1990’s while buying fish at the fish house Ann met Gretchen Sig­mund, an artist from Colum­bus, Indiana. Gretchen and her daughter commented on “Oc­racoke Portrait” which led to a friendship and more sharing of art. After a couple of years of building their friendship they began to collaborate artistically, each style complementing the other in a collage format using Polaroid transfer photo images and hand-coloring. They pro­duced, a poster simply named “Ocracoke”. It is found in many Ocracoke homes, rental cot­tages and is for sale in several shops in the village. Next came the collage poster, “Signs of Life”. Ann then traveled to Co­lumbus, Indiana and together they created a poster of Colum­bus, Indiana, using the same Polaroid transfer technique.

Ann, as a classically trained photographer was working with more traditional bound­aries around what she could or couldn’t do with images. Gretchen’s painting style was very loose and leaned more to­ward “anything is possible”, an influence that Ann found to be really helpful. As Ann puts it, “My work became messy, and I liked it.” They continue to ex­plore different ways of relating imagery around the theme of Nature and completed a new Ocracoke poster last winter. They try to work together every couple of years if not more fre­quently.

In 1996 Ann traveled to the concentration camps in Aus­chwitz, Poland, to participate in a weeklong meditation retreat.. Her experience there launched her into a spiritual exploration of the long term effects of war. As she began processing this experience she embarked on a course of study that led to a Doctor of Ministry Degree in Oakland, California. Ann transformed her war experi­ence into an artistic statement, again using Polaroid transfer images and words. Old WWII photos combined with new images from her own travels in Germany were used in this series. She has shown this ex­hibit at the NCCAT campus in Cullowhee, NC, the Hor­ace Williams House in Chapel Hill, East Carolina University, and at several out of state presenter at the NC Holocaust Remembrance Day.

Over the last 2 1⁄2 years, Ann has been collaborating with another photographer and a writer from Charlotte, NC to produce a Daily Medita­tion Guide, entitled “Connect”. This is a workbook for personal reflection and creative explo­ration, divided into four parts, one for each season. They plan to launch it in Charlotte this fall.

Ann’s work as a photogra­pher has insisted that she be present to life and in the mo­ment. For her, photography is “about seeing, about being as present as I can be to whatever I am encountering. Photogra­phy helps to open awareness. Practicing photography for 30 years has shaped who I am as a person.”

I would add that in Ann’s work I find that there are al­ways several layers of meaning that weave between and among the images she creates with her photos. The spiritual is always present along with humor and a grounded sense of day to day life.

For the photographer just starting out, Ann’s advice is “to take a lot of workshops, follow your interest and see where it wants to take you. Don’t try to figure it out ahead of time.”

Ann’s photographic artwork has been exhibited around the Southeast in galleries, muse­ums, and colleges, both as a solo artist and in group exhibi­tions. On the island her work can be seen downstairs at the Café Atlantic and at Island Artworks on British Cemetery Road. Her web site is www. annehringhaus.com and she will offer “Island Photogra­phy” the last week in October at the Ocrafolk School . She has owned and operated Oscar’s House Bed and Breakfast since 1984 on Ocracoke.

ABC Store on Ocracoke Island Runs A’Ground

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August 2010
By Ruth Fordon

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“How can a liquor store go broke?” wondered is­land residents. Deliveries to both the Swan Quarter and Ocracoke ABC stores were stopped early in the year as unpaid invoices of more than $100,000 to distillers accumu­lated. By June the shelves at the Ocracoke ABC store were nearly empty, restaurants ac­customed to purchasing at the ABC store for their drink trade were making elaborate arrangements to purchase through Dare County and is­land gossip was in overdrive.

The State Alcohol Law En­forcement Division has been investigating, to rule out theft and embezzlement, and to find out what went wrong. As reported by Catherine Kozak in the Island Free Press, Jay Etheridge, Chairman of the Hyde County ABC store has labeled “mismanagement” of records, inventory and staff as the bottom line. According to Etheridge, no money was missing but other problems that have been accumulating over years have led to the cur­rent situation. For a complete description of the investiga­tion and steps taken, readers can go to http://www.islandfree­press.org and see the Local News section for Ms. Kozak’s initial report and her follow­up story on June 23rd.

By the middle of June the ABC Board had a reasonable plan in place and has com­mitted to managing the stores properly. The state will also be monitoring the operation weekly.

Ann Warner, owner of the popular Howard’s Pub checks in on the progress so far and her concerns. “Howard’s Pub became aware of the signifi­cant problems in­volving the Hyde County ABC store’s inability to purchase liquor in March. Fortu­nately, the North Carolina ABC Commission, un­der the direction of Mike Herring, Chief Adminis­trator, was very proactive in working with us to secure inventory from Dare County. Dare County was equally supportive and efficient in working with The Pub with the ordering pro­cedure and providing the inventory. The downside of purchasing from Dare Coun­ty was the commitment to travel to Buxton to retrieve the product, resulting in an average roundtrip of four hours. Hyde County ABC has begun receiving ship­ments again, albeit limited in quantity. Additionally, there are still some kinks to work through in terms of process­ing the orders. Time will tell if Hyde County ABC is able to service its regular customers as well as the permittees on Ocracoke. How­ard’s Pub will continue to mon­itor the situation closely to ensure we have liquor for our visitor’s enjoyment.”

“If there is one commonality amongst island residents it would be our ability to withstand and adapt to hard­ship,” comments Daphne Ben­nink, owner of The Back Porch Restaurant. “Having to pur­chase our product and now supplement our liquor inven­tory through Dare County ABC has its downside, most particularly the travel time but dealing with a profes­sional, well organized entity has been a treat. I am doing my best to work with and as­sist Hyde ABC in its rebuilding process. To be dealing with this during the peak of our summer season is difficult. I hope that their business projections are correct and that they succeed in growing to where they can service the needs of the visitors, residents and mixed beverage holders of Ocracoke alike.”

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This entry in the Ocracoke 4th of July parade pokes fun at Hyde County and says it all!

For now, there is a limited stock of most brands of popu­lar liquor and a wait and see attitude. Many concerns and questions still remain to be answered. Until then, Oc­racoke will do what it does best, improvise and carry on.

This entry in the Ocracoke 4th of July parade pokes fun

Hands Across the Sand

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 August 2010
By Lou Ann Homan

I first heard about Hands Across the Sand as snow was still falling in the Midwest. I could only imag­ine how it would be on Oc­racoke, joining hands with folks and stretching out the entire length of the island in the month of June.

I must confess that my aged jeep is a billboard for this type of movement. One year I drove it to Ocracoke, but Philip made me back it in his driveway since tourists were looking at my car and not at his wonderfully restored old house. Even so, I proudly dis­play all the images and truths that I believe in on the back of that old Jeep. And, Indiana is not always known to be pro­gressive…with marches and rallies or other remnants of the hippie movement.

I knew someone would take over, and it was, of course, Kitty Mitchell, who organized, planned and ad­vertised the Hands Across the Sand for Ocracoke. I first saw her post on Facebook (OK, now you know what I do in my spare time) with the date, and I hoped I would get here for the event. There is no reason to go into the details of my situation, but a visit to my mom was imperative be­fore I came for the summer. The surprise for me, and my mom, was that she would be coming with me to spend a week.

Now my mom has never sponsored an event like this or even attended one. I was careful how I approached this with her. I think we were having a glass of wine when I told her of all the activities that would be taking place on Ocracoke when we ar­rived. There was, of course, Uncle Buddy’s wedding, and the Opry, and, slipping in the words between sips of white wine, we would be participat­ing in Hands Across the Sand. We had been watching the oil spill each morning, and I wove it all together. She nod­ded in agreement.

My mom’s trip to Ocracoke with me was exactly how it should be and all the events took place, as I knew they would.

Saturday, June 26th arrived hot and beautiful, and I was so anxious for the gathering. I had been reading all that I could on-line to know more. I love this quote from Hands Across the Sand website, “…not about politics, it is about protection of our coastal eco­nomics, oceans, marine wild­life, and fishing industry.”

As per Kitty’s announce­ments and flyers, we arrived promptly at 11:00 a.m. on the beach. Kitty was busy setting up the table, talking to stray beach walkers as they came over out of curiosity. I, the dreamer that I am, expected hundreds and hundreds of folks to stretch out along the full length of the seashore, but then again we were early.

There were seashells to sign with markers to be sent to Governor Beverly Perdue, all with the same message, “No to offshore drilling and yes to clean energy,” but with clever notes.

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I watched my mom sprint around making friends and signing her seashell. Could I have underestimated this woman? Maybe we don’t know each other as well as we should. I took her photograph signing the seashell…min­gling with folks.

More folks came and the crowd was growing with lo­cals and tourists alike talking, laughing, sharing sunscreen and everyone was happy to be there taking part in this ground roots event that could be instrumental in making our world cleaner and safer. When the sign arrived say­ing Ocracoke Island we all cheered and stories were passed among us like waves on the beach. It had been used in the 70’s here on Ocracoke, in Raleigh, in Washington and I am sure other locations. It looked great even after be­ing in storage for 40 years!

At ten minutes till twelve we headed down to the surf to begin forming our long line. The sign was placed in the middle as we stretched out upon the beach facing the sea with our feet covered in sand. There were children building a sand castle in front of us oblivious to our mission, to the oil spill, to their future.

I reached for my mom’s hand on my right and a new friend, Sally, on my left. My mom’s hand felt strong and energetic as she stood fac­ing the sea in silence. Fif­teen minutes we held hands thinking our own thoughts. I looked up and down the line at the folks holding hands. We weren’t protesting or causing harm, we were drawing our own line in the sand to bring awareness to our shoreline, all shorelines. I thought of all the people on other beaches forming their lines as well.

The only sound I heard was the sound of waves upon land until Sally began to sing. It was soft at first, and then her voice grew stronger. My mom looked at me and nodded sweetly. I squeezed her hand and we both joined in with Sally:

Oh beautiful for working folk
Who forge the wealth we see
In farm and field and home and school
Unsung in history,
Oh beautiful
Oh beautiful
May race nor creed nor more divide
ut side by side
All stand united and free.
– Unknown author

Lou Ann is a staff writer for the Ocracoke Observer and spends her summers on Ocracoke Island where she collects stories and tales.

Spotted on Ocracoke: The Green Anole

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August 2010
Text and photos by Peter Vankevich

Let’s start with a color­ful story: “Hey did you see that bright green lizard sunning on the porch railing? It just jumped into the bush.” Moments later, “I don’t see the green one, but there is a nice brown one on a branch.”

Ah, but it is not a dif­ferent lizard. The “green one” just changed its color.

One of the enjoyable as­pects of nature observation in Ocracoke village is being able to see this fascinating lizard which, except for the cold months, you should have no trouble spotting in the trees, bushes and even on houses. Its name is the Green Anole (Anolis carolinensis).

This is the only lizard in North Carolina that can change its color. Because of this trait it has been mistakenly called a chameleon. True chameleons are primarily found in sub-Saharan Africa and Mada­gascar. Whereas chameleons may change to various colors to fit into its environment as a form of camouflage, anoles overall color changes are only in shades of green and brown. When the temperatures are warm and sunny or when attempting to attract a mate they usually appear bright green. They are brown when the temperatures are cooler or when they suddenly be­come stressed as in the above story.

Their length is usually from five to eight inches and they have adhesive foot-pads which permits their Spider­man-like capabilities for crawling along walls and hanging upside down.

Males have a throat fan called–I love this word–a dewlap. When engaging in courtship display or de­fending territory against rivals, the dewlap will ex­pand and reveal its, usually concealed, red/pink-col­ored under layers.

Females are noteworthy in that they will lay only one egg at a time in inter­vals usually of every couple of weeks from April into August.

Anoles feed primarily on small flies, moths, crick­ets, grasshoppers and other insects. Unlike other lizards in North Carolina, they will also take nectar from flowers and have been known to visit hummingbird feeders for a few swigs of sugar water.

Green anoles in North Car­olina are most common in the coastal plain and southern piedmont areas. According to Jeff Beane, the Collections Manager for Herpetology at the North Carolina State Mu­seum of Natural Sciences they have long been documented on Bodie Island as well as Bogue Banks and Shackelford Banks but on much of the Outer Banks they are absent or scarce. Only recently have records from Ocracoke been officially reported and they have been seen primarily in the village and along the Hammock Hills nature trail across from campground. I wonder whether they may have increased their presence on the island over the past 50 years or so.

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My time on Ocracoke dates back to the early 1980s but my visits in the early years were in winter time when anoles seek warmth in areas un­der logs and brush piles, and thus not easily seen.  Since I’m not a good candidate for gauging their historic presence I checked with a few others.

Kathleen O’Neal, owner/jewelry de­signer at the Island Artworks, recalls seeing them over the past 35 years or so. Nature artist Annie Runyon and author of the acclaimed children’s book, “The Shel­tering Cedar,” about a tree in the dunes that shelters wild­life from a Christmas Eve storm, has spent her sum­mers on Ocracoke since a young girl. She does not re­call seeing them in the late 50s and early 60s, though she does have memories of skinks and even glass liz­ards hanging out amidst the sea oats, pea vine, Joe Bells, cactus and other low yard plants. If anyone has any recollections of either their presence or lack thereof, I’d love to hear about it.

As flora and fauna move around, often human as­sisted, the impact on native species often have negative consequences. In Florida, two subspecies of the Brown Anole (Anolis sagrei) from the Caribbean have in recent years colonized and may be taking over the habitat of the native green anole and reduc­ing their numbers.

Okay, I almost got through this column without men­tioning a certain high-pro­file gecko with an affected (Aussie) accent shilling car insurance. And I practically finished without making a pitch that our featured liz­ard be hired for a series of ads, speaking in the genuine hoide-toide brogue about the many wonderful reasons to visit Ocracoke. I almost did.

Comments on anoles or suggestions for a future arti­cle are welcome: petevankev­ich@gmail.com.

Joe Burrus, The Last Ocracoke Lighthouse Keeper

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August 2010
By Philip Howard

The most recognizable symbol of Ocracoke Is­land is the lighthouse. This simple 75 foot tall white tower with a steady beam has been guiding mariners for one hundred and eighty-seven years. Built in 1823at a cost of just over $11,000.00 (the total cost included construc­tion of the keeper’s quarters), the lighthouse continues to inspire seafarers, islanders, casual visitors, artists, and photographers.

Although Clyde Farrow was technically the last keep­er of the Ocracoke lighthouse, Joe Burrus, who preceded him, is most often remem­bered as the last of the tradi­tional keepers.

Captain Joe, as he was frequently called, was a Hatterasman. His wife, Elea­nor, affectionately called “Miss El,” was born on Hatteras as well. Captain Joe retired in 1946, after serving forty-three years with the US Lighthouse Service, his last sixteen years at Ocracoke. During his long career in both Virginia and North Carolina, Captain Joe served at Tangier, Virginia; Thimble Shoal, Virginia; Dia­mond Shoal Lightship, NC; Cape Lookout, NC; Croatan, NC; Cape Hatteras, NC; Ol­iver’s Reef, NC; Bluff Shoal, NC; and Ocracoke.

During the severe winter of 1917-1918 much of Pam­lico Sound was frozen solid. Joe Burrus was stationed at that time on the old screw-pile lighthouse at Bluff Shoal, about seven and one half miles from Ocracoke. Ac­cording to old timers the cold lasted so long that for several weeks no supply boats could reach the light station on Bluff Shoal. Eventually Captain Joe ventured out onto the ice and walked quite a distance. Whether he was attempt­ing to walk all the way to dry land, or just trying to relieve the boredom, is uncertain. At any rate he turned back and remained at the lighthouse until the weather broke and food and supplies were final­ly delivered to him.

When the supply boat eventually made contact with Captain Joe the seaman re­ported that the lighthouse keeper had run out of food. Of much more concern to Captain Burrus, however, was the fact that he had used up his supply of chewing tobac­co. Maybe that’s what he was after when he stepped out onto the ice that cold winter day. We’re told he had resort­ed to chewing boat caulking before the supply boat ar­rived.

By all accounts Captain Joe was a likeable, entertain­ing, and humorous Outer Banker. Aycock Brown, in his November, 1941 issue of the Ocracoke Island Beacon reports that “Captain Bur­rus is a Republican (he likes to tell people that he is the only “out and out” GOP man on the island), but among his best friends are Congressman Bonner, Comptroller General Warren and others, all out­standing Democrats.”

According to Brown, “Capt. Burrus is a Hatterasman, but on the beach road at Oc­racoke he has built a beauti­ful cottage where he will live with Mrs. Burrus and family after he retires.”

After retiring from the lighthouse service in 1946, Captain Joe lived in his new cottage until he died eight years later. After Miss El died, their son, Oscar, inherited the house, and later Oscar’s daughter acquired it. In the 1970s Ann Ehringhaus pur­chased the house and opened Oscar’s House Bed & Break­fast. Until a fire damaged the kitchen some years ago Ann claimed that she still oc­casionally heard Captain Joe walking from room to room upstairs, especially on dark, cold winter nights when Ann was alone in the downstairs parlor.

Recently I discovered an Ocracoke story recounted by B.A. Botkin in his 1957 long-titled book, A Treasury of American Anecdotes, Sly, Salty, Shaggy Stories of He­roes and Hellions, Beguilers and Buffoons, Spellbinders and Scapegoats, Gagsters and Gossips, from the Grassroots & Sidewalks of America.

On page 62 Botkin tells the story he calls The Greatest To­bacco Chewer on Ocracoke Island. When I discovered the reference to this story on the internet I knew I must find the book and read the entire story. I was pleasantly sur­prised to learn that Botkin’s tale is an only slightly differ­ent version of a story about Captain Joe that I had heard from one of the island’s old time storytellers (although Botkin identifies his charac­ter as “Old Marty” this story is clearly about Joe Burrus).

It seems that Miss El, or so it was told, chanced to look out her back doorway and noticed Captain Joe walking through the yard dragging something behind him attached to a string. She wondered what he was up to when she real­ized that he was turning the corner into the side yard. She walked into the parlor and opened the front door. Here came Joe dragging that object behind him. Next thing Miss El knew her husband was again in the back yard.

When he rounded the cor­ner into the front yard once more Miss El called out to him. “What in the devil are you up to, Joe, traipsing around the yard hauling that old piece of string behind you? The neighbors will think you’ve gone off your rocker.”

“El,” Captain Joe, replied, “I’ve lost my chewin’ tobaccy. So I’ve decided to tie my false teeth to this here string and drag them through the yard. If that tobaccy is anywhere in the vicinity these teeth will latch onto it, sure as my name is Joe Burrus.”

Philip Howard enjoys researching island history which enriches his avocation as a story teller. Philip and his daughter, Amy are doing a program at Deepwater The­ater at 8 PM on Monday eve­nings called “You Ain’t Heard Nothin’ Yet, Strange Stories & Quirky Tales of Ocracoke Is­land.”

Winter Fun on Ocracoke

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2010 Ocracoke Heritage Class

April 2010

by Gael Hawkins

If you live on Ocracoke year round, you undoubt­edly have been asked by a suntanned visitor in July “So, what do you do here in the winter?”. When that ques­tion is posed to me, I conjure up images of being snuggled up with my cats and with that pile of books that I never got about to reading, walking on the beach all alone and visiting with all the people I never get to see during the busy vacation season. But, in truth, once the Thanksgiving/ Christmas chaos is over and maybe a book or two has been read, I am ready for some ac­tion. This year, thanks to a generous grant through the Beaufort County Arts Coun­cil, I was able to participate in the Ocracoke 2010 Heri­tage Class, a weeklong event to learn a variety of basketry techniques. Judith Saunders, part time resident of Oc­racoke and well known bas­ketry artist, was our instruc­tor. For more than 25 years Judith has explored weaving three-dimensional forms us­ing a variety of traditional and non-traditional materi­als. Hand-painted watercolor paper and copper are her materials of choice. She has taught workshops in Virginia and North Carolina, includ­ing classes for the first two sessions of the local “Ocrafolk School” and has shown her work in many national juried exhibitions. Examples of her fine craft can be seen locally at Island Artworks. Ocracoke resident Amy Howard served as Judith’s able and very pa­tient student assistant. Amy has attended the John C. Campbell Folk School and is also an accomplished basket weaver.

Several of the fourteen class participants, including me, were weaving for the first time while others had prior basket making experience. We met each day at the Oc­racoke Community Center where we had access to all of the requisite tools and every imaginable type of material to create a basket-all provid­ed by Judith and classmates. We worked with natural and dyed reeds, locally harvested materials, and even yarns that had been spun by one of the participants. My first basket was an attempt to rep­licate one of our instructor’s beautiful bias plaited pieces with strips of watercolor pa­per hand painted by Judith. My respect for basket weav­ing grew exponentially as I struggled with those floppy strips. Miraculously, and with lots of help, I finished it. Did it remotely resemble a “Ju­dith” basket? –No. Did I love trying? YES! The days flew by and the students did amazing work. Several used Ocracoke seashells and coral as the bases for baskets that appear to be growing from them. This design idea is something that Judith has been working on for the past 15 years and she graciously shared her techniques with us. At the end of the class, it was quite wonderful to see all of the basket shapes, sizes and col­ors we had woven during one week in cold, windy Febru­ary on our island where some people suppose that nothing happens in winter.

Footnote: The Beaufort County Arts Council is a re­gional arts council for Beau­fort, Washington and Hyde Counties that works with the North Carolina Arts Council to ensure that rural counties such as ours have art oppor­tunities. Funding for the Her­itage Class Grassroots Grant was provided by the State of North Carolina and the Na­tional  Endowment for the Arts.

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The Ocracoke Community Cemetery

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By Gael Hawkins

June 2010

Much has been writ­ten about the mul­titude of private family cemeteries on Oc­racoke. In fact, visitors would be hard-pressed not to notice the graves scattered through­out the village. Prior to the establishment of the Cape Hatteras National Seashore in January, 1953, most of the island was owned by local residents. However, once the federal government carved out the land desired for the Park, the remaining village consisted of approximately 1,000 acres. With this in mind, the village residents pre­pared for the future needs of the community. On the 14th of September, 1953, a deed for approximately 5 acres of land was executed by members of the Garrish family for the sum of $1.00 for the purpose of forming a Cemetery As­sociation for the Community of Ocracoke. According to the deed, it was for purposes consistent “ to the end that the convenience, and general security of the survivors of the dead may be best served and their relatives relieved of anxiety and suspense”. The property deeded by the Gas­kill family is located off of Old Ammunition Dump Road (now Sunset Road) and con­tained the old Navy Ammuni­tion Mound and the old Navy road leading to it. A large portion of the land that con­tained the Gaskill graveyard was carved out rendering the configuration of a somewhat stout U-shape. The northeast border of the cemetery prop­erty was, at that time, marsh­land that ran to the Sound.. It was approximately 500 feet from the existing road with no deeded right-of-way to en­ter. An informal right-of-way was established across the old Balance property. At that time, the cost per burial site was $5.00. On November 21, 1953, the newly designated Ocracoke Community Cem­etery received its first per­manent residents. According to Hyde County records, and confirmed by island natives, Benjamin D. Gaskill, age 82, and Robert B. O’Neal, age 66, died on the same day and were buried on the same day.

In 1966, the Cemetery As­sociation agreed that in order to provide means for the upkeep of the cem­etery, it would be necessary to raise the price of a burial lot to $10.00. The following year, the Association was able to ac­quire enough land on each side of the new cemetery road deeded by Mr. R. L. Harcum to conform to the N.C State Highway Commission re­quirements for paving. Ac­tual paving did not occur until sometime later due to further confusion regarding who owned some of the land previously deeded by Mr. Harcum. In 1969, the Asso­ciation agreed to deed a 15ft. strip of land on the north side of the cemetery for a public road, now Cutting Sage Road. This was done at the request of Mr. Doward Brugh, who needed access to his lands – later to become modern day Oyster Creek. It is interesting to note that at the same meet­ing, the possibility of a new road through park and other lands to the Cedar Island ferry dock was discussed in order to avoid heavy traffic in the village. Could they fore­see the future? By 1971, the price for a burial plot had ris­en to $15.00. In recent years, the Cemetery Association has added a lovely Memorial Wall since cremation has become more common. The cemetery is a quiet, serene spot to visit. The grounds are meticulously maintained by Chester Lynn, the current Vice President of the Cemetery Association. When we met to discuss the formation of the cemetery, he re­minded me of an endearing island tradi­tion associated with but not of­ficially a part of the Cemetery Association. It is the Ocracoke Burial Dues As­sociation. When an Ocracoke resident dies, members of this association do­nate $.50 to the family of the de­ceased. When my mom died, the dues were $.25 and Law­rence Ballance delivered an envelope to me full of quar­ters, nickels and dimes that his wife had collected. It still brings a smile to my face and reminds me of the generosity of the people of Ocracoke.

Place Names on Ocracoke Island

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May 2010

by Philip Howard

In the 1970s Ronnie Midg­ett and his wife Diane moved to Ocracoke. Ron­nie had been called as pastor of the Assembly of God church. Although Ronnie was from coastal North Carolina, neither he nor Diane had spent much time on Ocracoke Island. They had a lot to learn — people, customs, traditions, distinctive vocabulary, and island place names. All of this could be con­fusing to any newcomer.

Names of places and areas on Ocracoke continue to be­fuddle visitors and new resi­dents.

In the village there are two major areas, Around Creek (on the north side of Cockle Creek [since about 1940 frequently referred to as Silver Lake Har­bor], including where the Com­munity Store, Howard Street, and the school are located), and Down Point (on the south side of Cockle Creek, including Albert Styron’s Store, the As­sembly of God church, and the lighthouse). There is also Up Trent (a vaguely defined area beyond the end of British Cem­etery Road, toward the Oyster Creek development, and north of the Community Cemetery).

Within these sections of the village lie Nubbin’s Ridge, Cat Ridge, Paddy’s Holler, Spring­er’s Point, Windmill Point, Gun Barrel Point, Base Docks, and other areas.

Beyond the village are creeks, hills, knolls, and woods, each with its own distinc­tive name. They include Loop Shack Hill, Scrag Cedars, The Plains, Green Island, The Wells, Quawk’s Point, Cedar Ham­mock, Old Hammock, and Billy Goat Hill, to name but a few.

Nearby, in Pamlico Sound, you can visit Hog Shoal and Howard’s Reef, as well as Stone Rock, Legged Lump, Wallace’s Channel, and closer by, the Ditch.

Ocracokers refer to the en­tire area of the island north of the village with one general term, “down below.” If you are traveling to the lifeguard beach, the NPS campground, the Pony Pen, or nearly anywhere else in the park you are going down below. But curiously, if you are traveling beyond Hatteras Inlet you are going “up the beach” (but definitely not “up beach” [a particularly egregious error] as any native islander will quickly point out to new residents!).

After moving to the island, Ronnie and Diane Midgett immediately immersed them­selves in the community. Before two weeks had passed Ronnie could often be seen about the village, visiting parishioners, talking with folks at the Com­munity Store, and frequenting the fish house. One day around noon Diane was expecting Ronnie home for lunch. When he didn’t appear she called Tradewinds Tackle Shop where Ronnie often stopped to chat. Louise O’Neal answered the phone. When Diane asked if she’d seen Ronnie, Louise said that Ronnie could probably be found down below. Not under­standing the local reference Di­ane immediately worried that the islanders had already, at least figuratively, assigned Pas­tor Ronnie to the underworld!

If you are interested in learning more about Ocracoke Island place names be sure to get Len Skinner & Debbie Well’s “Complete, Illustrated Map of Ocracoke Island.” They have researched the geogra­phy of the island thoroughly and have included many of the traditional place names, as well as contemporary landmarks, roads, and buildings.

I recently discovered two ar­ticles written by C. A. Weslager who visited Ocracoke in 1949. He was also fascinated with the many place names he en­countered. Weslager completes his survey of Ocracoke Island place names by commenting that “It would be highly inter­esting to compile a list of the Ocracoke place names twenty to fifty years hence for com­parison with those of today.” In fact, most of the names Weslager cites are still in use today. However, some of the features have eroded or com­pletely disappeared due to wind and tide. For example, some creeks have simply dried up, and once prominent sand hills have blown away. Other features have changed dramat­ically because of human activ­ity. Nevertheless, local names for many geographical areas persist, especially among na­tive born O’cockers.

Philip Howard enjoys re­searching island history. You can read more of his Ocracoke stories on line at http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news.htm