Hi Banks 68
Having spent a month every summer on Ocracoke Island, my wife of 52 years has just as many stories. She and her family drove from Baltimore to Atlantic NC where they left their car and took the mail boat Aleta on the 4-1/2 hour ride to Ocracoke Island. This was in '52, the last year the Aleta was in operation. The next year they rode the Old Bay Line to Norfolk and drove to Hatteras. Frazier Peele had constructed a crude ferry from two whale boats with planks nailed across them to form a deck that would carry two, maximum three cars from Hatteras Island to Ocracoke. My wife's parents left their car at Hatteras and depended on Charlie Mack, who now delivered the mail, to drive them to the village. If it was low tide he would drive the beach or a more challenging route through the dunes if the tide was high. Every day Jake Alleygood would drive them from the Wahab Hotel to the beach with their cooler, umbrella and fishing gear. My wife's father was an avid fisherman learning of Ocracoke when stationed at Camp Lejeune in the 40s. Every Saturday night most of the town's people would attend the dance held at the school. They would ride the wild horses and play devilish tricks as kids did at her age. We lived around the corner from each other and discovered we both went to NC starting at an earlier age. We were married and spent our honeymoon at Southern Shores. While there we took a trip to Ocracoke finding few changes had taken place. My wife talked with some of her childhood friends while the time passed by. Realizing we were getting late for the ferry line i put the pedal down trying to pass as many cars as I could to insure a good place in the waiting line. Out of nowhere a state trooper pulled me over. As he walked towards our little Corvette and my wife recognized a friend from earlier years. "Why Bobby O'neal she scolded as many times as we raced up and down this beach, you have the nerve to pull us over for speeding" recognizing who she was the trouper replied "Why D... that was a while ago and this is my job now". Who could have imagined getting a ticket on Ocracoke Island in the 60s. During her years at the beach the ferry boat crew would call ahead to the town announcing when troupers were on the ferry and life turned very peaceful for a few hours.
Yes Banks 68, I have given thought to writing a short book chronicling life growing up in the summers on the OBX. I have many years of fun memories. How about Candy the chimpanzee living in Duck or the endless parties we threw when one of our friends was entrusted with his house for the summer. I lost ten pounds. We served Bill Anderson's beer. Do you think people would find it readable? Stay tuned.