March 25, 2013 § Leave a comment
Just found this site today, with lots of photos and tidbits. Would like to visit the museum–Core Sound Waterfowl Museum and Heritage Center.
Here’s a little on the history of Davis, with mention of Alger Willis fishing camps.
Another article, by David Cecelski, references World War II and Cape Lookout. It might help me think about the gun emplacements, which we used to climb around whenever we visited the lighthouse. These are excerpts from the article, “The Lighthouse’s Last Keeper”:
I was especially excited to meet Bonnie Royer and her first cousin, Steve Kenyon. I found them standing next to a collection of old photographs of Cape Lookout that they had brought with them from their homes in New Mexico and Missouri. Their mothers—a pair of sisters from Buzzards Bay, Wisconsin—both lived at Cape Lookout during the Second World War, when German submarines preyed so voraciously on Allied shipping just off our shores. Their fathers had been stationed at the Cape and Bonnie Royer was born there in 1942. She was the last child to have been born on Core Banks.
The stories that Bonnie and Steve told me were not about hurricanes or shipwrecks, but war. Their mothers told them many times how fearful they were on those nights at Cape Lookout. With Allied freighters burning offshore—the victims of German submarines—and rumors of German spies and invaders in the air, they got spooked by the littlest things.
The whole island was scary on those nights, Norma Kenyon always told her children. For one thing, Allied freighters snuck into the Bight after dark like ghost ships, their lights off, not a voice or a radio to be heard on their decks. Norma and her sister Peggy never forgot how eerie it was to see their dark, silent shadows looming just offshore. The freighters anchored there all night, then disappeared before dawn, when naval escorts guided them back through the inlet and out to sea.
By the summer of 1942, Bonnie’s mother always said, the island servicemen and their families already knew where to expect the bodies to wash ashore. As soon as they heard an explosion offshore, military officials restricted access to a long section of the island’s ocean beach. Army patrols found the bodies on the beach alongside driftwood and seaweed. A Coast Guardsman named Odell Guthrie—“a real sweet man, and a real character,” Mrs. Wanda Willis, his niece, told me—had the job of collecting the corpses. He was from an old line of Core Banks fishermen, whalers, and boat builders and knew those shores well.
March 23, 2013 § Leave a comment
“The island is crowded with men in every kind of vehicle you can imagine. Some non-altered trucks, but some really creative altered vehicles. An old ‘Lance chips’ truck is a great base vehicle, and the back porches and fishing racks and water containers are all different.”
Found this in a blog entry from November 2011, about a woman’s trip to Core Banks. Made me think of our old beach buggies. The first one was a rusted out pickup truck. When that disintegrated, my dad built a plywood “Winnebago” on a stripped down truck chassis. Guess people are still doing crazy things with their vehicles.
Below, a photo from the blog–called Karen Carter’s Adventures. Sounds, from the blog, like Karen and her friends took this truck and camper over by ferry for their trip.
March 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
One thing interesting to me–the author talks about the area accent, describing it as “an almost Australian sounding brogue.” I always associated that accent with the Cornwall region of England, but to be fair, my only knowledge of Cornwall accents comes from the old PBS/Masterpiece Theatre miniseries Poldark. I should look it up, but makes sense that there might be a Cornwall-Australia-Core Banks connection.