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In 1700, a well-educated Lawson began his expedition of the Carolina backcountry, along the way guided by American Indians. Lawson helped establish the earliest settlements of Bath and New Bern. In 1708, Lawson replaced Edward Moseley as surveyor general of the Lords Proprietors. At the beginning of the Tuscarora War, on September 1711, the angered Indians tortured and killed Lawson.</span></b></div><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The following excerpt focuses on the Indians, their lives and customs. (Transcribed as written) </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Indians, which were the Inhabitants of America, when the Spaniards and other Europeans discovered the several Parts of that Country, are the people which we reckon the Natives thereof, as indeed they were, when we first found out those parts, and appeared therein. Yet this has not wrought in me a full satisfaction, to allow these People to have been the Ancient Dwellers of the New World, or the Tract of Land we call America. The reasons that I have to think otherwise are too many to set down here; but I shall give the reader a few, before I proceed.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">In Carolina are the fairest Marks of a Deluge (that at some time has probably made strange Alterations, as to the Station that Country was then in) that ever I saw, or I think, read of, in any History. Amongst the other Subterraneous Matters, that have been discover'd, we found, in digging of a Well that was 26 foot deep, at the Bottom thereof, many large Pieces of the Tulip- Tree, and several other sorts of Wood, some of which were cut and notch'd and some squared, as the Joices of a House are, which appear'd (in the Judgment of all that saw them) to be wrought with Iron Instruments; it seeming impossible for anything made of Stone, or what they were found to make use of, to cut wood in that manner. It cannot be argued that the Wood so cut, might float from some other Continent; because Hickory and the Tulip Tree are spontaneous in America, and in no other places, that I could ever learn. It is to be acknowledged that the Spaniards give us relations of magnificent Buildings, which were raised by the Indians of Mexico and other Parts, which they discovered and conquered; amongst whom no Iron Instruments were found; but 'tis a great misfortune that no Person in that Expedition was so curious, as to take an exact Draught of the Fabricks of those People, which would have been a discovery of great Value, and very acceptable to the Ingenious; for as to the Politeness of Stones, it may be effected by Collision, and Grinding, which is of a contrary Nature, on Several Accounts, and disproves not my Arguments in the least.<br /> <br />The next is the Earthen Pots that are often found under Ground, and at the Foot of the Banks where the Water has often washed them away. They are for the most part broken in pieces; but we find them of a different sort of comparison of those the Indians use at this day, who have had no other ever since the English discovered America. The Bowels of the Earth cannot have altered them, since they are thicker, of another Shape, and Composition, and nearly approach to the Urns of the Ancient Romans.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Peaches, which are the only tame Fruit, or what is Foreign, that these people enjoy, which is an eastern Product, and will keep and retain its vegetative and growing Faculty, the longest of anything of that nature, that I know of. The Stone, as I elsewhere have remarked, is thicker than any other sort of Peaches in Europe, or of the European sort now growing in America, and is observed to grow if planted, after it has been for several Years laid by; and it seems very probable that these people might come from some Eastern Country; for when you ask them whence their forefathers came, that first inhabited the Country, they will point to the Westward and say. Where the Sun Sleeps, our Forefathers came Thence, which at that distance may be reckoned among the Eastern Parts of the World. And to this day they are a shifting, wandering People, for I know some Indian Nations that have changed their settlements many Hundred Miles, sometimes no less than a thousand, as is proved by the Savanna Indians, who formerly lived on the banks of the Mississippi, and removed thence to the Head of one of the Rivers of South Carolina; since which (for some dislike) most of them are removed to live in the quarters of the Iroquois or Sinnagars, which are on the Heads of the Rivers that Disgorge themselves into the Bay of Chesapeak.<br /><br />I once met with a young Indian Woman that had been brought from beyond the Mountains, and was sold for a Slave into Virginia. She spoke the same language as the Coranine Indians that dwell near Cape-Look-Out, allowing for some few words, which were different, yet no otherwise, than they might understand one another very well.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Indians of North Carolina are a well-shaped, clean-made People, of different Statures, as the Europeans are, yet chiefly inclined to be tall. They are a very straight People, and never bend forwards, or stoop in the shoulders, unless overpowered by Old Age. Their limbs are exceedingly well-shaped. As for their Legs and Feet they are generally the handsomest in the World. Their Bodies are a little Flat, which is occasioned by their being Laced hard down to a Board in their Infancy. This is all the Cradle they have, which I shall describe at large elsewhere; their Eyes are black or of a Dark Hazel; The White is marbled with red Streaks, which is ever common to these people, unless when sprung from a white Father or Mother. Their Colour is of a Tawny, which would not be so dark, did they not dawb themselves with Bear's Oil and a Colour like burnt Cork. This is begun in their Infancy and is continued for a long time, which fills the Pores, and enables them better to endure the Extremity of the Weather. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They are never bald on their Heads, although never so old, which I believe proceeds from their Heads being always uncovered, and the Greasing their Hair (so often as they do) with Bear's Fat, which is a great Nourisher of the Hair, and causes it to grow very fast. Amongst the Bear's Oil, (when they intend to be fine) they mix a certain red powder that comes from a Scarlet Root, which they get in the hilly country, near the foot of the great ridge of Mountains, and it is no where else to be found. They have this Scarlet Root in great esteem, and sell it for a great Price, one to another. The reason of its Value is, because they not only go a long way for it, but are in great danger of the Sinnagars or Iroquois, who are mortal Enemies to all our Indians, and very often take them Captives, to kill them before they return from their Voyage. The Tuskeruros and other Indians have often brought this seed with them from the Mountains, but it would never grow in our Land. With this and Bear's Grease they anoint their Heads and Temples, which is esteemed as ornamental, as sweet Powder to our Hair. Besides this Root has the Virtue of Killing Lice and suffers none to abide or breed in their Heads. For want of this Root they sometimes use Pecoon-Root, which is of a Crimson Colour, but it is apt to dye the Hair of an ugly Hue.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Their Eyes are commonly full and manly, and their Gate sedate and majestic. They never walk backward and forward as we do, nor contemplate on the Affairs of Loss and Gain; the things which daily perplex us. They are dexterous and steady both as to their Hands and Feet, to Admiration. They will walk over deep Brooks, and Creeks, on the smallest Poles, and that without any Fear or Concern. Nay an Indian will walk on the ridge of a Barn or House and look down the Gable-end and spit upon the Ground, as unconcerned as if he were walking on Terra Firma. In Running, Leaping or any such other exercise, their Legs seldom miscarry and give them a fall; and as for letting any thing fall out of their hands, I never yet knew one Example. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They are no Inventors of any Arts or Trades worthy of mention; the reason of which I take to be that they are not possessed with that Care and Thoughtfulness how to provide for the Necessaries of Life as the Europeans are; yet they will learn anything very soon. I have known an Indian stock Guns better than most of our Joiners, although he never saw one stocked before, and besides his Working-Tool was only a sorry Knife. I have also known several of them that were Slaves to the English, learn Handicraft Trades very handily and speedily. <br /><br />I never saw a Dwarf among them nor one that was Hump-backed. Their teeth are yellow with Smoking Tobacco, which both Men and Women are much addicted to. They tell us, that they had Tobacco amongst them, before the European made any discovery of that Continent. It differs in the Leaf from the sweet-scented, and Oroonoko, which are the Plants we raised and cultivate in America. There differs likewise much in the Smell, when green, from our Tobacco before cured. They do not use the same way to cure it as we do; and therefore the Difference must be very considerable in Taste; for all Men (that know Tobacco) must allow, that it is the Ordering thereof which gives a Hogoo to that Weed, rather than any natural relish it possesses when green. Although they are great Smokers, yet they never are seen to take it in Snuff or chew it.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They have no hairs on their Faces (except some few,) and those but little. They are continually plucking it away from their Faces, by the Roots. Although we reckon these a very smooth People, and free from Hair; yet I once saw a middle-aged Man, who was hairy all down his back, the Hairs being above an inch long. As there are found very few or scarce any, Deformed or Cripples, amongst them, so neither did I ever see but one Blind Man, and then they would give me no account how his Blindness came. They had a Use for him, which was to lead him with a Girl, Woman, or Boy, by a string; so they put what burden they pleased upon his back and made him very serviceable upon all such occasions. <br /><br />No people have better Eyes, or see better in the Night or Day, than the Indians. Some allege, that the Smoke of the Pitch-Pine, which they chiefly burn, doth both preserve and strengthen the Eyes, as perhaps it may do, because that Smoke never offends the Eyes, tho' you hold your Face over a Great Fire thereof. This is occasioned by the volatile Part of the Turpentine which rises with the Smoke, and is of a friendly, balsamick Nature; for the Ashes of the Pine Tree afford no fix'd salt in them. They let their Nails grow very long, which, they reckon, is the Use nails are design'd for, and laugh at the Europeans for pairing theirs, which they say, disarms them of that which Nature design'd for them.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They are not of so robust and strong bodies, as to lift great Burdens and endure Labour and Slavish work, as the Europeans are, yet some that are Slaves prove very good and laborious; but of themselves, they never work as the English do, taking care for no further what is than absolutely necessary to support life. In Traveling and Hunting they are very indefatigable; because that carries a Pleasure along with the Profit. I have known some of them very strong; and as for Running and Leaping they are extraordinary Fellows, and will dance for several Nights together with the greatest Briskness imaginable, their Wind never failing them.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Their Dances are of Different Natures and for every sort of Dance they have a tune which is allotted for that Dance; as, if it be a War Dance they will have a War-Like Tune, wherein they express with all the passion and Vehemence imaginable what they intend to do with their Enemies; how they will kill, roast, scalp, beat and make Captive, such and such numbers of them, and how many they have destroy'd before. All these Songs are made New for every Feast, nor is one and the same song sung at two several Festivals. Some one of the Nation (which have the best Gift of expressing their Design) is appointed by the King, and War Captains, to make these Songs.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Others are made for Feasts of another Nature; as, when several Towns, or different Nations have made Peace with one another; then the Song suits both Nations and relates, how the Bad Spirit makes them go to War, and Destroy one another; but it shall never be so again, but that their Sons and Daughters shall marry together, and the two Nations love one another and become as one People. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They have a third sort of Feasts and Dances, which are always when the Harvest of corn is ended, and in the Spring. The one to return thanks to the Good Spirit for the Fruits of the Earth, the other to beg the same blessings for the succeeding Tear. And, to encourage the Young Men to labour stoutly, in Planting their Maiz and Pulse, they set a sort of an idol in the field, which is dressed up exactly like an Indian, having all the Indian habits, besides abundance of Wampum, and their Money, made of Shells, that hang about his Neck. The Image none of the young Men dare approach; for the Old Ones will not suffer them to come near him, but tell them that he is some famous Indian Warrior, that died a great while ago, and now is come amongst them to see if they work well, which, if they do, he will go to the good Spirit and speak to Him to send them Plenty of Corn and make all the young Men expert hunters and Mighty Warriors. All this While, the King and Old Men sit around the Image, and seemingly pay a profound Respect to the same. One great Help to these Indians in carrying on these Cheats, and inducing the Youths to do what they please is the uninterrupted silence which is ever kept and observed, with all the Respect and Veneration imaginable.<br /><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">At these Feasts, which are set out with all the magnificence their fare allows of, the Masquerades begin at night and not Before. There is commonly a Fire made in the Middle of the House, which is the largest in the Town, and is very often the Dwelling of their King, or War Captain, where sit two men on the Ground, upon a Mat; one with a rattle made of a Gourd, with some Beans in it; the other with a Drum made of an Earthen Pot, covered with a dressed Deer Skin, and one Stick in his Hand to beat thereon, and so they both begin the Song appointed. At the same time one Drums and the other Rattles, which is all the artificial Music of their own Making I ever saw among them. To these two Instruments they sing, which carries no Air with it, but is a sort of unsavory Jargon; yet their Cadences and raising of their Voices are formed with that Equality and Exactness, that (to us Europeans) it seems admirable how they should continue their Songs, without once missing to agree, each with the other's Note and Tune.</span></b><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As for their Dancing, were there Masters of the Profession amongst them, as there are with us, they would dearly earn their money; for these Creatures take the most pains with it that Men are able to endure. I have seen thirty odd together a-dancing until every one dropp'd down with Sweat, as if Water had been poured down their Backs. They use those hard Labours to make them able to endure Fatigue, and improve their Wind, which indeed is very long and durable, it being a hard matter, in any exercise, to dispossess them of it.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">At these Feasts they meet from all the Towns within Fifty or Sixty Miles around, where they buy and sell several Commodities, as we do at Fairs and Markets. Besides, they game very much, and often strip themselves of all they have in the World, and what is more, I have known several of them sell themselves away, so that they have remained the Winner's Servants, till their Relations or themselves could raise the money to redeem them; and when this happens the Loser is never dejected or melancholy at the loss, but laughs and seems no less contented than if he had won. They never differ at Gaming, nor did I ever see a Dispute about the Legality thereof, so much as rise amongst them.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The chiefest Game is a sort of Arithmetic, which is managed by a Parcel of small split Reeds, the thickness of a small Bent; these are made very nicely, so that they part and are tractable in their Hands. They are fifty-one in number, their length about seven inches; when they play they throw part of them to their Antagonist; the art is to discover, upon sight, how many you have, and what you throw to him that plays with you. Some are so expert with their numbers that they will tell ten times together what they threw out of their Hands. Although the whole Play is carried on with the quickest Motion its possible to use, yet some are so expert at this game as to win great Indian Estates by this Play. A good set of these reeds, fit to Play withal, are valued and sold for a dressed Doe Skin.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They have several other Plays and Games, as with the Kernels or Stones of Persimmons, which are in effect the same as our Dice, because Winning or Losing depend on which side appears uppermost, and how they happen to fall together. Another Game is managed with a Batoon and a Ball, and resembles our Trap-ball; besides several Nations have several Games and Pastimes which are not used by others.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">These Savages live in Wigwams, or Cabins built of Bark, which are made round like an Oven to prevent any danger by hard Gales of Wind. They make the Fire in the middle of the House, and have a Hole at the top of the Roof, right above the Fire, to let out the smoke. These Dwellings are as Hot as Stoves, where the Indians sleep and Sweat all night. The Floors thereof are never paved nor swept, so that they have always loose earth on them.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They are often troubled with a multitude of Fleas, especially near the Places where they dress their Deer Skins, because that Hair harbours them, yet I have never felt any ill, unsavory Smell in their Cabins, whereas, should we live in our Houses as they do, we should be poisoned with our own Nastiness; which confirms these Indians to be, as they really are, some of the sweetest People in the world. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Bark they make their Cabins withal is generally Cypress, or red or white Cedar, and sometimes when they are a great way from any of these Woods, they make use of Pine Bark, which is the Worser sort. In building these fabricks they get very long Poles of Pine, Cedar, Hickory or any other Wood that will bend; these are the thickness of the small of a Man's Leg, at the thickest end of which they generally strip off the bark, and warm them well in the fire, which makes them tough and fit to bend; afterwards they stick the thickest ends of them in the ground, above two yards asunder, in a circular form, the distance they design the Cabin to be (which is not always round but sometimes oval); then they bend the tops and bring them together and bind their ends with bark of trees, that is proper for that use, as Elm is, or sometimes the Moss that grows on the Trees, and is a yard or two long and never Rots. Then they brace them with other poles, so that they are very warm and tight, and will keep firm against all the Weathers that blow. They have other sorts of Cabins without Windows, which are for their Granaries, Skins, and Merchandizes. Others that are covered overhead and the rest left open for air. These have Reed Hurdles like Tables, to lie and sit on in summer, and serve for pleasant Banqueting Houses in the Hot Season of the Year. The Cabins they dwell in have Benches all around, except where the door stands. On these they lay Beasts-Skins and Mats made of Rushes, whereon they sleep and loll. In one of these several Families commonly live, though all related to one another.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As to the Indians Food, it is of several sorts, which are as follows:<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Venison, and Fawns in the Bag, cut out of the Doe's Belly, Fish of all sorts, the Lamprey-Eel excepted, and the Sturgeon our Salt-Water Indians will not touch, Bear and Beaver, Panther, Pole-Cat, Wild-Cat, Possum, Raccoon, Hares and Squirrels roasted with their Guts in, Snakes, all Indians will not eat them, tho' some do, all wild Fruits that are Palatable, some of which they dry and keep against Winter, as all sorts of Fruits, and Peaches which they dry, and make Quiddonies, and Cakes, that are pleasant, and a little tartish, young Wasps when they are white in the Combs before they can fly, this is esteemed a dainty, All sorts of Tortoise and Terebins, Shell-Fish and Stingray or Scate, dryed, Gourds, Melons, Cucumbers, Squashes, Pulse of all sorts, Rockahomine Meal, which is their Maiz, parched and pounded into powder, Fowl of all sorts, that are eatable, Ground-Nuts or Wild Potatoes, Acorns and Acorn Oil, Wild- Bulls, Beef, Mutton, Pork, etc., from the English, Indian Corn, or Maiz, made into several sorts of Bread, Ears of Corn roasted in the Summer or preserved against the Winter.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Victuals is Common, throughout the whole Kindred Relations, and often to the whole Town; especially, when they are in Hunting-Quarters, then they all fare alike, whichsoever of them kills the Game. They are very kind and charitable to one another, but more especially to those of their own Nation; for if any one of them has suffered any Loss by Fire or otherwise, they order the grieved persons to make a Feast, and invite them all thereto, which, on the day appointed, they come to, and after every Man's mess of Victuals is dealt to him, one of their Speakers or grave old Men, makes an Harangue, and acquaints the Company that that Man's House has been burnt, wherein all his Goods were destroyed, that he and his Family very narrowly escaped, that he is every Man's friend in that Company and, that it is all their Duties to help him, as he would do to any of them, had like Misfortune befallen them. After this Oration is over, every Man, according to his quality, throws him down upon the Ground some Present, which is commonly Beads, Ronoak, Peak, Skins or Furs, and which very often amounts to treble the amount he has suffered. The same assistance they give to any Man that wants to build a Cabin, or make a Canoe. They say it is our Duty thus to do; for there are several Works that one Man cannot effect, therefore we must give him our help, otherwise our Society will fall, and we shall be deprived of those urgent Necessities which life requires. They have no Fences to part one anothers Lots in their Corn-Fields, but every Man knows his own, and it scarce ever happens that they rob one another of so much as an Bar of Corn, which if any is found to do. he is sentenced by the Elders to work, and plant for him that was robbed, till he is recompensed for all the damage he has suffered in his Corn-Field, and this is punctually performed, and the Thief held in Disgrace that steals from any of his Country-Folks. It often happens that a Woman is destitute of her Husband, and has a great many Children to maintain; such a Person they always help, and make their young men plant, reap and do everything for her that she is not capable of doing for herself; yet they do not allow any one to be idle, but to em-ploy themselves in some Work or other.</span></b><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">They never fight with one another, unless drunk, nor do you ever hear any scolding amongst them. They say tho Europeans are always wrangling and uneasy, and wonder they do not go out of this World, since they are so uneasy and discontented in it. All their Misfortunes and Losses end in Laughter; for if their Cabins take fire, and ail their Goods are burnt therein, (indeed all will strive to prevent further Damage whilst there is any possibility) yet such a misfortune ends in a hearty fit of laughter, unless some of their Kinsfolk and Friends have lost their Lives; but then the Case is altered and they become very pensive, and go into deep Mourning, which is continued for a considerable time; sometimes longer or shorter, just according to the Dignity of the Person, and the Number of Relations he had near to him.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">When an Indian is dead, the greater person, the more expensive is his Funeral. The first thing which is done is, to place the nearest Relations near the Corps, who mourn and weep very much, having their hair hung down their Shoulders, in a very forlorn manner. After the dead Person has laid a Day and a Night in one of their Hurdies of Canes, commonly in some out-House made for that purpose, those that officiate about the Funeral go into Town, and the first young Men they Meet withal that have Blankets or Match Coats on, whom they think fit for their Turn, they strip them from their Backs, who suffer them to do so without any Resistance. In these they wrap the dead Bodies, and convey them with two or three Mats which the Indians make of Rushes or Cane; and last of all they have a long Web of woven Reeds, or hollow Canes, which is the Coffin of the Indians, and is brought around several times and is tied fast at both ends, which indeed looks very decent and well. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Then the Corps is brought out of the House into the Orchard of Peach Trees, where another Hurdle is made to receive it, about which comes all the Relations and Nation that the dead person be- longed to, besides several from other Nations in Alliance with them; all which sit down on the Ground, upon Mats spread there for that purpose; where the Doctor or Conjurer appears, and, after some time, makes a sort of O-yes, at which all are very silent. Then he begins to give an account who the dead person was, and how stout a man he approved himself; how many Enemies and Captives he had killed and taken; how strong, tall and nimble he was; that he was a great Hunter, a lover of his Country, and possessed of a great many beautiful Wives and children, esteemed the greatest of Blessings among these Savages, in which they have a true Notion. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Thus this Orator runs on, highly extolling the dead Man, for his Valour, Conduct, Strength, Riches and Good Humour; and enumerating his Guns, Slaves and almost everything he was possess'd of, when living. After which, he addresses himself to the People of that Town or Nation, and bids them Supply the Dead Man's Place, by following his steps, who he assures them, is gone into the Country of Souls (which they think lies a great way off, in this World, which the Sun visits, in his ordinary Course) and that he will have the enjoyment of handsome young Women, great Store of Deer to hunt, never Meet with Hunger, Cold or Fatigue, but everything to answer his Expectation an I Desire. This is the Heaven they propose to themselves: but on the contrary, for those Indians that are lazy, thievish amongst themselves, bad Hunters and no Warriors, nor of much use to the Nation, to such they allot in the next World, Hunger, Cold, Troubles, Ugly Old Women for their Companions, with Snakes and all sorts of Nasty Victuals to feed on. Thus is marked out their Heaven and Hell. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">After all this Harangue, he diverts the People with some of their Traditions, as when there was a Violent hot Summer or very hard Winter; when any notable Distempers raged amongst them, when they were at War with such and such Nations, how victorious they were, and what were the Names of their War-Captains. To prove the times more exactly, he produces tho Records of the Country, which are a Parcel of Reeds of different lengths, with several distinct marks known to none but themselves; by which they seem to guess, very exactly, at Accidents that happened many years ago, nay two or three Ages or more. The reason I have to believe what they tell me, on this Account, is because I have been at the meetings of several Indian Nations; and they agree in relating the same Circumstances, as to Time, very exactly, as, for example they say, there was so hard a winter in Carolina 105 years ago, that the great Sound was frozen over and the Wild geese came into the Woods to eat Acorns and they were so tame (I suppose through Want) that they were killed abundantly in the Woods by knocking them on the Head with Sticks.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">But, to return to the dead Man. When this Long Tale is ended by him that spoke first; perhaps a second begins another long Story; so a third and fourth if there be so many Doctors present; which all tell one and the same thing. At last the Corps is brought away from that Hurdle to the Grave, by four young Men, attended by the Relations, the King, Old Men and all the Nation. When they come to the Sepulchre, which is about six foot deep, and eight foot long, having at each end, (that is, at the Head and Foot) a Light-Wood or Pitch-Pine Fork driven close down the sides c£ the Grave, firmly into the Ground; (these two forks are to contain a Ridge-Pole, as you shall understand presently) before they lay the Corps into the Grave, they cover the bottom two or three times over with Bark of Trees, then they let down the Corps (with two Belts, that the Indians carry their Burdens withal very leisurely upon the said Barks; then they lay over a Pole of the Same Wood, in the two Forks, and having a great many Pieces of Pitch-Pine logs, about two foot and a half long, they stick them in the sides of the Grave down each end, and near the top thereof, where the other Ends lie on the Ridge-Pole, so that they are declining like the roof of a House. These being very thick plac'd they cover them (many times double) with Bark. Then they throw the Earth thereon that came out of the Grave, and beat it down very firm, by this means the Dead Body lies in a Vault, nothing touching him. When I saw this way of burial, I was mightily pleased with it, esteeming it very pleasant and decent, as having seen a great many Christians buried without the tenth part of that Ceremony and Decency. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">When the Flesh is rotten and Moulder'd from the Bones they take up the Carcass and clean the Bones, and joint them together; afterwards they dress them up in pure white dressed Deer-Skins, and lay them amongst their Grandees and Kings in the Quiogozon, which is their royal Tomb or Burial-Place of their Kings and War Captains. This is a very large Magnificent Cabin, which is raised at the Publick Charge of the Nation, and maintained in a great deal of form and Neatness. About seven foot high is a Floor or Loft made, on which lie all their Princes and great Men, who have died for several hundred years, all attired in the dress I have before told you of. No person is to have his bones lie here and be thus dressed, unless he gives a round sum of their Money to the Rulers, for Admittance. If they remove never so far, to live in a Foreign Country, they never fail to take all these dead Bones with them, tho' the Tediousness of their short daily Marches keeps them never so long on their Journey. They reverence and adore this Quiogozon, with all the Veneration and Respect that is possible for such a People to discharge, and had rather lose all than have any Violence or Injury offer'd thereto. <br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">These Savages differ some small matter in their Burials; some burying right upwards, and otherwise, as you are acquainted withal from my Journal from South to North Carolina. Yet they all agree in their Mourning, which is to appear every night at the Sepulchre, and howl and weep in a very dismal manner, having their Faces dawb'd over with Light-Wood Soot, (which is the same as Lamp-Black) and Bears Oil. This renders them as black as it is possible to make themselves, so that theirs very much resembles the Faces of Executed Men boil'd in Tar. If the Dead Person was a Grandee, to carry on the Funeral Ceremonies, they hire people to cry and Lament over the Dead Body. Of this sort, there are several that practice this for a livelihood, and are very expert at shedding Abundance of Tears, and howling like Wolves and so discharging their office with abundance of Hypocrisy and Art. The Women are never Accompanied with these Ceremonies after Death; and to what World they allot that sex I never understood, unless to wait on their dead Husbands; but they have more wit than some of the Eastern Nations; who sacrifice themselves to accompany their Husbands into the next World. It is the Dead Man's relations, by Blood, as his Uncles, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Sons and Daughters, that mourn in good earnest; the Wives thinking their Duty is discharged, and that they are become free, when their Husband is dead; so, as fast as they can, look out for another, to supply his Place.<br /></span></b></p>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-78744463294636341922022-04-24T22:51:00.008-04:002022-05-15T17:39:37.085-04:00Beaufort, North Carolina by Tony P. Wrenn<p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Included in PORCHSCAPES: THE COLORS OF BEAUFORT by Mary Warshaw</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">BEAUFORT, NORTH CAROLINA</span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>An Introduction by Tony P. Wrenn</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Who knows when a love affair begins or what will stoke it as it develops. Mine with Beaufort has been around since 1942 when I began collecting post cards and became aware of the North Carolina coast. History was, even then, my main interest and I sought not just cards but whatever any chamber of commerce or visitor agency could provide. Carteret County, Beaufort, Fort Macon and Cape Lookout became implanted in my mind and have not since been forgotten. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /> <br /></span></span><span><span style="font-family: arial;">It was a long distance love affair until 1954 when I completed my junior year at Wake Forest and sought employment away from the tobacco farm on which I had, to that time, spent my summers. I accepted employment with the North Carolina State Park System at Fort Macon State Park that summer, and Beaufort sun, sand and sea became a reality.<br /><br />The fort was built to protect Beaufort harbor and the shipping lanes from the Atlantic into it. A brick pentagonal fort of unusual size and exceptional workmanship and beauty, Fort Macon more than lived up to my childhood visions of it, as it became a place I haunted and was haunted by. Used in every war through World War II, it still displayed graffiti lampooning the Nazis and their allies. History literally leapt off the walls to you.<br /><br />On off hours from my park duties, I walked the sandy beach between the state park beach, where we lived and worked, and Fort Macon. Early on I stumbled onto the one afternoon each week when a Marine from Cherry Point came to the fort with his trumpet. As he practiced in one of the casemates—he frequently changed location—I and others gathered to wander through the fort, amazed by its incredible capability to capture and echo sound. As sunset approached it became sound and light fused into son et lumière at its very best.<br /><br />Another day, when rain drove me inside during a thunder storm, I discovered that Nature was an equally memorable musician. Thunder, reverberating through the casemates, water rushing through the drains and waves smashing against jetties, provided water music of unequaled intensity. During such times one could easily imagine being in the midst of battle—for the fort came alive with sound.<br /><br />Years later, in 1970, at an Easter sunrise service within the fort, the combination of horns, percussion and human choirs, performing from the steps that led into the casemate surrounded parade, produced music that few cathedrals—designed to contain and control sound—could match. A storm could have added the deep notes of a mighty pipe organ to the tamer sound of choir and lesser instruments, but no storm was needed. The architectural beauty of the fort, and its ability as a sounding board, made that sunrise service one I shall never forget.<br /><br />In 1954, I also discovered Cape Lookout, at the southern end of the Outer Banks, the entrance from the Atlantic Ocean to the Beaufort Channel. Its jeweled marking, substantial Lighthouse Keeper’s House, surround of dunes and their grasses, and sound of the Atlantic, made Cape Lookout another place to spend as much time as possible. I often sat on the dunes and read or dreamed.<br /><br />Between the fort and the lighthouse, facing south toward the Atlantic, I found Beaufort to be more than I had thought it to be. I hitched a ride over whenever I could and wandered the streets, often sitting by the water or on a bench within the Old Burying Ground, sometimes on someone’s front steps with a sandwich and soda, absorbing Beaufort. What was so amazing to me was that it was all there. The aluminum and vinyl siding salesmen had made no local inroads. Ticky-tacky had not been substituted for the solidity of the past, and almost nowhere could one find a mobile home in front of an old house being torn down, something that elsewhere had become the norm for American small towns.<br /><br />Beaufort’s buildings were almost exclusively of wood, and painted white. There were no Painted Ladies, but then there were few Queen Anne houses. Most houses were vernacular, satisfying the needs of the climate and the builders. Though Beauforters were aware of the tastes and capabilities of other areas—after all, their livelihood was mainly the sea and they traveled it—they were unselfconscious in the application of that taste in Beaufort.<br /><br />Their outlook was outward, to the sea both northward and southward. The train had not connected Beaufort to inland North Carolina and the rest of America until 1906, and highway access, Route 70, was not connected to inland North Carolina until 1926. The Old Burying Ground showed marked stones and iron from Boston, Charleston, Baltimore, Brooklyn and Purdy’s Station, New York, but from within North Carolina, only Wilmington makers appeared, and Wilmington was a port just to the south.<br /><br />There were no mansions in Beaufort, and little resemblance, until the twentieth century, to inland North Carolina. Gable-roofed houses might show five or more planes as the roof shifted pitch to cover the house below. Raking cornices were flush and simple. Porches often had no ceilings but openings at second-story or attic-floor levels to pull sea breezes into and cool upper levels. Clearly the influence was from the islands southward and not from inland North Carolina or Virginia to the north. The Beaufort porch and roofline is almost completely unknown in other area towns and cities.<br /><br />I went back to Wake Forest in 1954, graduated in 1955 and spent the next four years in the Army, discovering small towns of great charm throughout Europe. Back home, out of the Army, I moved to Washington, DC, studied and found employment at the National Archives, and then the National Trust for Historic Preservation. In November 1969 Dr. H. G. Jones, of the then North Carolina Department of Archives and History, asked me to undertake a study to locate and copy documentary material relating to Fort Macon, constructed between 1826 and 1834, and then undertake an architectural survey of Beaufort.<br /><br />Saying “yes” was easy, and I cleared up other duties almost immediately and sped to Beaufort. Eventually I located more than 100 sheets of pre-1900 drawings, plans and elevations of the fort and its supporting buildings in repositories in North Carolina, Washington and New York. Surveys, maps, and several thousand sheets of unpublished material relating to the construction appearance or use of the fort, were copied many more carded. We were able to place Robert E. Lee among the Corps of Engineers associated with annual inspections of the fort, and identify him as designer of jetties to protect the fort from washing into the sea as had two previous forts.<br /><br />For the first time I could live in Beaufort, and found a garage apartment to the rear of a house that overlooked the water. It was private, and my landlords were always solicitous of my safety, my need to get work done—and my appetite.<br /><br />Driving into town in 1970 I noticed teams of young people wading in the shoals around town, evidently listening to team leaders, taking notes and collecting samples. Marine biology, which had come to Beaufort in the nineteenth century with Johns Hopkins and established permanent residence with the Center for Estuarine and Menhaden Research early on, had moved from international research facilities on Piver’s Island, into the local school system.<br /><br />Marine research and study at all levels was a natural. Beaufort was oriented southward, toward the Atlantic Ocean, and its most noticeable occupation was fishing and fish related industries. Later I learned just what this research meant to the area. Dr. John Costlow, who headed Duke University’s research facility, invited me to an afternoon cocktail party, the first I had been invited to in Beaufort. Dr. Costlow and his wife held these affairs for researchers, students and visitors to the Duke facility and others who might be interested in marine biology. In their simple frame house on Ann Street I discovered an international group using at least five languages in addition to English. It would have been difficult to find more depth in any other educational or cultural center. <br /><br />I sometimes eavesdropped, or was invited into conversations on menhaden, and the aroma from the smoke they spread over town when the fleet was in and the fish were being cooked. Some turned up their noses, but most were pleased at the continuation of an industry a couple of centuries old. Some were pleased for another reason as well, for those with financial interests smelled not just fish being cooked, but “Money!” <br /><br />I walked every block and looked at every building, recording and photographing 194 buildings—I listed 135 as historically or architecturally important, others important as part of the Beaufort scene. Forty years later I would probably include more in both categories. I often talked with residents. The town may have been insular, but there was nothing insular about those conversations. They ranged from the art of Turner and Reynolds to the need to preserve stands of first growth bald cypress.<br /><br />After the Beaufort survey was completed I returned to Beaufort twice to “house sit” Jean and Copeland Kell’s second-level home at The Cedars. There was very little difference looking out over the Atlantic from views owners had in earlier years. Sitting on the second-level porch, reading, dreaming, having a meal, listening to the pianist who lived downstairs, made almost every day dream time. One could look almost directly south, across Town Marsh and Bird Island Shoals to Fort Macon and the open beach beyond. The fort itself was hidden behind sand barriers, but the Coast Guard Station was within ones line of vision and the fort easy to spot in relation to the station.<br /><br />The channel into the state port at Morehead City crossed directly across Beaufort’s waterfront and ships entering and leaving the port presented broadside views to Beaufort. Fishing boats came and went, and at any given time there may have been twenty or more in the harbor—the cut between Town Marsh and Front Street. During the menhaden season one could almost walk across the water to Town Marsh by stepping from boat to boat. Sail was frequently seen, as was the occasional grand yacht that had strayed from the Inland Waterway.<br /><br />Wild marsh ponies grazed on Town Marsh. Porpoise occasionally broke water at play in the cut, within a hundred feet of Front Street. There was never a time when there was nothing to see or feel, for sea breezes always kept the porch comfortable and peaceful. I can never again think of Beaufort without thinking of the serenity, comfort and peace of that porch. And, as hard as I try, I can never think of a moment in Beaufort when I was bored.<br /><br />In the report that I did after the Beaufort architectural survey was completed in 1970, I quoted descriptions of Beaufort from the eighteenth, nineteenth and early-twentieth centuries. Little had changed in descriptions of the town or the pleasures of being there. My own memories are also from a past century, the last half of the twentieth, and again—little has changed.<br /><br />In the twenty-first century Beaufort survives—simple, pure, friendly and aware. For romantics such as I, it is the sort of place one falls in love with. I will spend future hours with this book, learning much that is new to me—and dreaming. Memories will come back, and they will be good ones, for Beaufort is that rare American survival that not only endures, but has kept its soul.<br /></span></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">_______________________________________________</span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhum2YVi0OK-Ssiv6PehLAF79_vihNk9FjaDxQgwfC2HQHnSulqWy0aPwh7Aeo8JrieuQUuUyce-n9m26kwPZtpBIooqek7dC6tCcXfC1XMW8ICtrv2bsFabDEezdbEWmwvRbc8TpFwYZas0G3IsqFtbV0UJSQfGg6_kVNTsXU-U6u1gM3iOjY/s492/Capture.JPGWrennHistoricDistrict.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="492" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhum2YVi0OK-Ssiv6PehLAF79_vihNk9FjaDxQgwfC2HQHnSulqWy0aPwh7Aeo8JrieuQUuUyce-n9m26kwPZtpBIooqek7dC6tCcXfC1XMW8ICtrv2bsFabDEezdbEWmwvRbc8TpFwYZas0G3IsqFtbV0UJSQfGg6_kVNTsXU-U6u1gM3iOjY/s320/Capture.JPGWrennHistoricDistrict.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tony P. Wrenn’s 1970 72-page report "Beaufort, North Carolina," provided basic historical and architectural information on which long range preservation plans could be based. </span></span></b></div><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><u>It also delineated a historic district</u>, established restoration principles, objectives and recommendations. </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This report was used in the application for the Beaufort historic district to be placed on the National Register of Historic Places. Wrenn also wrote the nomination for Fort Macon's entry onto the National Register of Historic Places. </span></span></b><br /></p>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-65848292042229497082022-04-24T14:21:00.001-04:002022-04-24T15:20:31.912-04:00Canelium Clarence Guthrie - Beaufort Builder<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQKA2v0cn2b3f_Qn55eY6pguYNa9iftwt4z-OQ72Y5-YeLgKLeZMdQoTGP4OSU52UgGn9aEF2zHTlGCgRW_S9vOztwVAqb10rnmNNM4zTpziXTFpasg31nr6f5b0V-2F1itrqe0EVBAD5retAH5560z7sBJPyAQowfY_N7_yMG6COiXFgym4/s242/Capture.JPGC.C.GuthrieImage.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="217" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQKA2v0cn2b3f_Qn55eY6pguYNa9iftwt4z-OQ72Y5-YeLgKLeZMdQoTGP4OSU52UgGn9aEF2zHTlGCgRW_S9vOztwVAqb10rnmNNM4zTpziXTFpasg31nr6f5b0V-2F1itrqe0EVBAD5retAH5560z7sBJPyAQowfY_N7_yMG6COiXFgym4/s1600/Capture.JPGC.C.GuthrieImage.JPG" width="217" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: small;"><b> Canelium Clarence "C.C." Guthrie (1875‒1958) was born July 16, 1875 to Canelium Hines Guthrie (1838‒1906) and Susan J. Roberson, both with deep roots in Beaufort and Carteret County. <br /> Paternal grandparents, James C. Guthrie and Caroline Guthrie were married on July 18, 1828; Caroline was born in Beaufort to Benjamin Guthrie and Hannah Paretree. <br /> Maternal grandparents, Joseph L. Roberson and Eliza Stewart were married in on August 19, 1835. Both of Eliza's parents, Charles Stewart and Jane Chadwick, were descendants of whaler Samuel Chadwick.<br /> On July 24, 1900, "C.C." Guthrie married Bessie Beatrice Willis (1879‒1955), daughter of George Easton Willis and Elizabeth Ann Weeks, and lived at 910 Ann Street. Bessie and "C.C." became parents of Annie M., who married Ivey Thomas Eubanks; Claude Roberson, who married Sarah C. Lineberry; Clarence Hudson, who married Lucille Parker; and Lela Louise, who married John Theodore Willis. <br /> "C.C." Guthrie had two older brothers; Ernest R. Guthrie (1870‒1946) and Walter James Guthrie (1872‒1949). "C.C." worked with Walter as a fisherman, but his yearnings led him to become a carpenter's apprentice at a very young age. Guthrie quickly became a highly sought after craftsman. <br /> At the turn of the century, "C.C." Guthrie began building homes, going to work each day in a dress shirt and tie. While building the old Coast Guard Station at Fort Macon, he was known to pack his lunch and row his boat to work. <br /> When the railroad came to town in 1908, so did Sears "Houses by Mail." From 1908 until the Great Depression, "C.C." Guthrie and others in Beaufort assembled many of these well-designed homes. <br /> In 1929, "C.C." Guthrie and son Claude built a 2-story Sears home on Piver's Island as residence for Dr. Samuel F. Hildebrand, then director of the U.S. Bureau of Fisheries. "C.C." was still doing occasional carpentry work for the laboratory in the early 1950s; Claude Guthrie became director of grounds maintenance. <br /> Appointed town commissioner in 1938, Guthrie served several terms.<br /> "C.C." Guthrie built at least 55 houses in Beaufort, including six for Will Potter and eight on Cedar Street for knitting mill workers. In a 1992 article, Charles O. Pitts Jr. wrote of the house Guthrie built for David DeNoyer and Lillie Belle Skarren at 1007 Front Street in 1923. The cost of materials totaled $813.08. Guthrie was paid .60 to .70 per hour. His helper D.J. Godwin was paid .40 per hour. Subcontractors W.H. Roberson, Charles Parker and Cezar Hazek were paid $268.50 for work on brickwork pillars and chimney. Cost of wiring was $100. David DeNoyer and W.E. Skarren did the plumbing. Doors were $4, window sash $2 and 10 pounds of galvanized nails cost $1.20. Having lived in the house, Pitts attested to the quality of workmanship and endurance of materials used as solid evidence of Guthrie's reputation as a builder. </b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Some of the houses C.C. Guthrie built; compiled by family. <br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Lp-beLyaDp88tNW0P6B1qQ-Ds0eajque7AkXbtd0Q0pV-6ApYmtNNo2Z3qbLryCl10EEovHLFaODSJiwShZY8qWELbP1gdMVqEx6lcLpYwWHG4AqXxg7yZxmpHylRuL5Rtar0waa9d_1kqMW9-_khoUla3ByHnMW40uaanrdeX29sm5vUTI/s690/Capture.JPGC.C.GuthrieHouses.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="535" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Lp-beLyaDp88tNW0P6B1qQ-Ds0eajque7AkXbtd0Q0pV-6ApYmtNNo2Z3qbLryCl10EEovHLFaODSJiwShZY8qWELbP1gdMVqEx6lcLpYwWHG4AqXxg7yZxmpHylRuL5Rtar0waa9d_1kqMW9-_khoUla3ByHnMW40uaanrdeX29sm5vUTI/w496-h640/Capture.JPGC.C.GuthrieHouses.JPG" width="496" /></a></b></span></div><p></p>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-18022368304733702172021-12-10T18:08:00.014-05:002024-02-04T18:58:21.793-05:00Clawson Family & Clawson’s Grocery and Bakery <p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b></p><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTTY4Mb_yW_9MdzzI8DZoK8hujXn0MOhC65uGLwiYPttqgG5J-RqSqjGt_TkGeRsvjT2HylJDtDg6hhZtmMFKaWYxZTDeSN-D6NGKFdK1X-yoH1eZnQkf_LNVrcmJZqzsQYZlT6WBXPMQIsTxe4hDaVj3mEBFE9w8o6VJ9u9SWO6JmOBZXgWE=s453" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTTY4Mb_yW_9MdzzI8DZoK8hujXn0MOhC65uGLwiYPttqgG5J-RqSqjGt_TkGeRsvjT2HylJDtDg6hhZtmMFKaWYxZTDeSN-D6NGKFdK1X-yoH1eZnQkf_LNVrcmJZqzsQYZlT6WBXPMQIsTxe4hDaVj3mEBFE9w8o6VJ9u9SWO6JmOBZXgWE=s16000" /></a><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Clawson's Grocery and Bakery in 1912</span><br /></div></span></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Charles Alfred Clawson Sr. (1841–1908) [born Carl Lars Alfred Claesson] was born in Stånga, Gotland, Sweden, the son of Claes Claesson and Christina Magdalens Larsdotter. In 1866, 28-year-old Swedish-born C.A. Clawson Sr. came to Beaufort, where he met and married Irish-born Mary Louise Donovan (1840–1929) December 24, 1868, minister John Rumley. (Mary Louise was born in Middleton, County Cork, Ireland, daughter of Michael Donovan and Joane Saunders.) Charles and Mary were parents of Christina (1870-1964, married Joseph William Moore), Alida Frances (1872-1873), Charles Alfred (1873-1957, married Jane Pigott Pool), Lillie Frances (1877-1965, married Luther Augustus Perry), Marie Ella (1879-1951, married Charles Ives Hatsell), Warren Wheeler (1881-1969, married Evalyn Carmeleta Burchby), and Annie Fales Clawson (1883-1961, married Cleveland Lafayette Short). <br /></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijrzRLIriBs2IP73ii8FKd5q4tZgW_ET2ScwfOo3Nrnvr0HThnynD2CCu6nxJ5B2q9IRVzm5jDzblZY6Jpf55urbie7bUPA5wcQCc-PoWqgZiXg8woaQW0e7vCZPVQAFxqZtuqkp0cVeQRPYY8iQ40ESaTZY8SKDOrU325jERlNtc_0X56SNY=s190" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="190" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijrzRLIriBs2IP73ii8FKd5q4tZgW_ET2ScwfOo3Nrnvr0HThnynD2CCu6nxJ5B2q9IRVzm5jDzblZY6Jpf55urbie7bUPA5wcQCc-PoWqgZiXg8woaQW0e7vCZPVQAFxqZtuqkp0cVeQRPYY8iQ40ESaTZY8SKDOrU325jERlNtc_0X56SNY" width="190" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1P8tyKY8KAlqKPqUIORDn_X9pPVy1B7Q3HyBv-Xw-oh3EC0t04NwdMQdfPKBayItJ5m6UQH1bZG7AqaVyfQArWGLYJ8QNbNq1sZ05yJxSlW6TufbSqlVLb5hbK8aWgBvMcBSCRYX8gl7WUZXmKoS7h-JxgkyM65RCbU37d-b9vebl9wAv9Po=s188" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="166" data-original-width="188" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1P8tyKY8KAlqKPqUIORDn_X9pPVy1B7Q3HyBv-Xw-oh3EC0t04NwdMQdfPKBayItJ5m6UQH1bZG7AqaVyfQArWGLYJ8QNbNq1sZ05yJxSlW6TufbSqlVLb5hbK8aWgBvMcBSCRYX8gl7WUZXmKoS7h-JxgkyM65RCbU37d-b9vebl9wAv9Po" width="188" /></a></span>Charles and Mary Clawson first opened a general store</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> on the </span></span><u><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">south side of Front Street</span></span></u><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">; they lived upstairs where Mary baked bread and pastries. </span></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the late 1880s, the Clawsons bought land on the </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><u>north side of Front Street</u></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">, where they built a 1-story Bakery on the front part of the lot, shown on Sanborn's 1898 Map. By the 1904 Sanborn Map, a House and small Bake House (Oven) had been added; same on the 1908 Sanborn Map. By the 1913 Sanborn Map, the 2-story brick building, Clawson's Grocery and Bakery, replaced the 1-story Bakery on Front Street, and the small Bake House (Oven) had been enlarged into a 2-story brick Bake House, with 1-story oven at rear. See 1913 Sanborn images at the bottom of page.<br /></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQlx4tpvDBsw_PoH2-5FMrJ3uuRkQ1m8t3ahVJQNO8Wcbk4KFmxTssgwR9gxg0RZxvfyFiIc2oAKRwwOAqqdoZj8tYN-FfvtlLqazxqBUdRzpkoAm3i4iXVsUqdbSZyAv-ABKi3Hn4uCdALOP21ZT73ZE7NP4bjLh4o8fibBUV1GShGZcbBeU=s475" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="475" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQlx4tpvDBsw_PoH2-5FMrJ3uuRkQ1m8t3ahVJQNO8Wcbk4KFmxTssgwR9gxg0RZxvfyFiIc2oAKRwwOAqqdoZj8tYN-FfvtlLqazxqBUdRzpkoAm3i4iXVsUqdbSZyAv-ABKi3Hn4uCdALOP21ZT73ZE7NP4bjLh4o8fibBUV1GShGZcbBeU=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1XuIpYVMQFBEN5ygSS5IYf7FV-HJHtTyQey3Tuh2fUGSXt4jFEto4l91LvhSawNY44OtMIEgk_idb0vRTaRulsV15jTGxseNMQaQ8gmUzCEJNYCWTeACGOnNLi-djJpDSN6NPMsFitKorK9McWpIqK5_TFugHHtDY5ndG8xOZAMVV3hof0Oo=s648" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="387" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1XuIpYVMQFBEN5ygSS5IYf7FV-HJHtTyQey3Tuh2fUGSXt4jFEto4l91LvhSawNY44OtMIEgk_idb0vRTaRulsV15jTGxseNMQaQ8gmUzCEJNYCWTeACGOnNLi-djJpDSN6NPMsFitKorK9McWpIqK5_TFugHHtDY5ndG8xOZAMVV3hof0Oo=w190-h320" width="190" /></a></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When
his father's health was failing, Charles Jr. took over the bakery
business. During 1908, he began building a new 2-story Classical Revival
brick store on their property (427 Front Street), replacing the bakery,
just west of his parents' front yard. Shortly afterward, the bakery
operation moved into a new 2-story brick building behind the new general
store, enlarging the original small bake house oven (now
Backstreet Pub). </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">According to Frank Clawson, "Charles Jr. moved into his new building in 1909—Clawson's Grocery and Bakery." </span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><u>Bake House from the 1997
Survey</u>: 2-story Classical </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Revival building, with buff brick veneer
façade, round-headed 1/1 sash, pilastered bays, stone lintels with
keystones, a corbelled and dentilled cornice, and roof-line balustrade.
Former Bake House circa 1908: Built in common bond brick, this
front-gabled building has front and rear parapet walls. It replaced a smaller bake house.</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn5g9YkMwU-qRnYvuwZrsvmMQ7wDV5rhqYYzPd4CXoSLbIsEy5fvBnJudWOhhoKGZOcIRJMssN8GBgG8ASdMT0jwceSA8GkPEY6nEGOJoX2QN2o-2cwIySojx65bsPrg2TzZXuAjjPiBy8-seQXdknNVf-hemKB1iISYIONr-_sDp8x_daRLo=s448" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn5g9YkMwU-qRnYvuwZrsvmMQ7wDV5rhqYYzPd4CXoSLbIsEy5fvBnJudWOhhoKGZOcIRJMssN8GBgG8ASdMT0jwceSA8GkPEY6nEGOJoX2QN2o-2cwIySojx65bsPrg2TzZXuAjjPiBy8-seQXdknNVf-hemKB1iISYIONr-_sDp8x_daRLo=s16000" /></a></span></span></b> <br /></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcvcBFuMjGCnpzRoDrZZzTkyUsdvf8atZVh0bBXG1tcrghu_TkxnS12JnLBP_UB3GmTpto8nkErO4KD1QtJQWo9cGd9_K2yeVDmkdXoju2P31zAbQlSWA3xprWoXjDvbvg7pQZo9eLmxoGtDYa1kDRe-FiDywOdcl_hCdrKBNryoaLAQicRJo=s249" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="205" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcvcBFuMjGCnpzRoDrZZzTkyUsdvf8atZVh0bBXG1tcrghu_TkxnS12JnLBP_UB3GmTpto8nkErO4KD1QtJQWo9cGd9_K2yeVDmkdXoju2P31zAbQlSWA3xprWoXjDvbvg7pQZo9eLmxoGtDYa1kDRe-FiDywOdcl_hCdrKBNryoaLAQicRJo=w165-h200" width="165" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf9ayTG8zdbrFBOvbdnu_k2g6XvuQc8i8gHzDTqsLyiYKGat4dx4tagj1NC9wLs0-qkgl9jdMBJFYZmjWCwYWx6TIi9JoAoH39fX-UkRYovBxNy9_fxxpDK-8fbYUegGe1gtrnVAeSym0syNK5Fob4pkoq5ReKLQvj4Imja8t0aAFoVqoCv_o=s247" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="206" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgf9ayTG8zdbrFBOvbdnu_k2g6XvuQc8i8gHzDTqsLyiYKGat4dx4tagj1NC9wLs0-qkgl9jdMBJFYZmjWCwYWx6TIi9JoAoH39fX-UkRYovBxNy9_fxxpDK-8fbYUegGe1gtrnVAeSym0syNK5Fob4pkoq5ReKLQvj4Imja8t0aAFoVqoCv_o=w167-h200" width="167" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>Charles Clawson Jr. </b></span></span><span><span><b><span><span>(1873-1957,</span></span><b><span><span> </span></span></b>married Jane Pigott Pool in June</b></span></span><b><span><span> 1899. Jane (1873-1951) was the daughter of James Harrell Pool and Cinderella Roberson, daughter of Malachi B. Roberson and Sarah Bell. Charles and Jane were parents of James Pool, Charles Alfred III, Marie Hinton, William Carlton, Franklin Doane, and David Pool Clawson. </span></span></b></span></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></div><div><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">According to their son, Frank Doane Clawson, in <i>The Researcher</i> 1998:</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLfRGMYIIrz2XG7bb7hxRaJbM40k2Our7JNCzAy0I7xM6cpq3_Ycx-EkgRPuJTnmrSj3mYPmORh2VcArQ4LoF4WFzYLcZaj3cvyQp26I68r9ij-MKAOQb8JeftIMtNNu0IWYX7sDbn8czRmQ7KEabOca4TmRw-8cNtdWTvdXXdvC3ckXpvBa4=s417" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="417" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLfRGMYIIrz2XG7bb7hxRaJbM40k2Our7JNCzAy0I7xM6cpq3_Ycx-EkgRPuJTnmrSj3mYPmORh2VcArQ4LoF4WFzYLcZaj3cvyQp26I68r9ij-MKAOQb8JeftIMtNNu0IWYX7sDbn8czRmQ7KEabOca4TmRw-8cNtdWTvdXXdvC3ckXpvBa4=w320-h245" width="320" /></a></span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“In 1905, Charles Jr. and Jane Clawson moved into their new ‘dream house’ at 505 Ann Street. …The yard was deep, featuring a windmill with a large water tank for supplying the house plumbing. At the bottom of the lot was a single-story stable with two horse stalls, a feed house, shelters for a buggy and a delivery wagon, and a coral enclosed with a picket fence. The first tenant of one of the stalls was a big red horse called ‘June Bug,’ that pulled the delivery wagon for the store. Charles Jr. also enjoyed hitching him to the buggy on Sundays to take his two young boys for a ride in the country. At one time they had a marsh pony broken to the saddle. Charles III had a billy goat he hitched to a little wagon.</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“When Charles Jr. moved into the new building in 1909, Clawson’s Grocery and Bakery would become a prominent establishment, a modern grocery store, with the added service of a six-stool soda fountain. …The clerks reached items on high shelves by means of a ladder that moved back and forth on rollers. …Many of the orders for groceries and baked goods came in by telephone, and each customer coming into the store was waited on by a clerk―there was no self-service in those days. Deliveries to the residences and institutions were made by horse-drawn wagon. Goods were also sent by mailboat to the Down East communities.</span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMs2EN127Sh-C4EcDX_d_oda_jRCsewvL47ZdSRH53GLgZOOL28kqOIw_CkiEE8blvUfvOwi72LfjzMFOB5lLm1zT39WSM7DOw6PtVS6v_crroP_Ge7zG11bjgIpICbPCy110qmG2dQ1M7YUuqPQqrYX5ZcvKDntY87P7Etm6srotTsk-LUL4=s370" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="369" data-original-width="370" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMs2EN127Sh-C4EcDX_d_oda_jRCsewvL47ZdSRH53GLgZOOL28kqOIw_CkiEE8blvUfvOwi72LfjzMFOB5lLm1zT39WSM7DOw6PtVS6v_crroP_Ge7zG11bjgIpICbPCy110qmG2dQ1M7YUuqPQqrYX5ZcvKDntY87P7Etm6srotTsk-LUL4=w400-h399" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Access to the second floor was by a covered staircase. For a few years it served as a millinery shop run by Mr. Clawson’s sister Christine [who married Joseph W. Moore, son of Tyre Moore.] This level was covered with a beautiful hardwood floor. After World War I, his older children, James, Charles III and Marie turned it into a Thursday evening ballroom to be shared with friend, music coming from a hand-cranked Victrola.” </span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The business prospered until the Great Depression, finally closing in 1934. Thereafter, several businesses occupied the building. Sold on the courthouse steps in the 1970s, it was purchased by Candy and Bill Rogers, who opened the first Clawson's Restaurant. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">They operated the restaurant for 7 years, and the Hill family operated it for one.
In 1985, Fred and Joyce McCune purchased Clawson’s and the neighboring
building which housed the Fishtowne Alley shops in the old P.H. Rose 5
and Dime store.</span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhm435JPQvyFEFctqSVqO3BkSiVe5fiAyzDmClBBd9ZAXZgU9lYbf8z6_Ygh8FCwwspWm9NMeeNzom-uCHnJ4iRQ86SkasuGL_5R97i74gxoGiBushIUWfahfb3PZ2ebgW-LkNMlwm5DGzP5Hj6T8J_bljifspaBVQJJy2Gsgwokgs2dbV86Y=s678" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="678" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhm435JPQvyFEFctqSVqO3BkSiVe5fiAyzDmClBBd9ZAXZgU9lYbf8z6_Ygh8FCwwspWm9NMeeNzom-uCHnJ4iRQ86SkasuGL_5R97i74gxoGiBushIUWfahfb3PZ2ebgW-LkNMlwm5DGzP5Hj6T8J_bljifspaBVQJJy2Gsgwokgs2dbV86Y=w640-h606" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9kPEno9h-1cUcvoO3giPKmxVOABCHcBb9Jq3BzBsStk-S_qmsW4T-j60omXhJnxGB55JmLNb77cENlX1yfCAc-A__8UrGoMOMRETw6Pmi-OtLBIqbP4V1_OQ1YsqJBUXsM-mmd07feJXOxajC2AuEfadQLNkwglMNEAuYG_wYdIgdua4LdDE=s658" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="356" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9kPEno9h-1cUcvoO3giPKmxVOABCHcBb9Jq3BzBsStk-S_qmsW4T-j60omXhJnxGB55JmLNb77cENlX1yfCAc-A__8UrGoMOMRETw6Pmi-OtLBIqbP4V1_OQ1YsqJBUXsM-mmd07feJXOxajC2AuEfadQLNkwglMNEAuYG_wYdIgdua4LdDE=w346-h640" width="346" /></a><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></span></b></span></span></b></div><p></p></div>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-21967060869248712342021-06-21T18:23:00.010-04:002021-06-22T12:26:31.835-04:00Charles Pittman Dey - Fish Factory and Home<p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcbnS0rZSPP1Z3P8-xzYoUf1wdUWfo0NkmqO1WuUhUONIrWgp1FReQoUlrTfZRXZt1d0pGekpRFYciTmRt8lkRFvJo5YGtgIYdHLVeorP-qMib-srOyxDQ64jRWdSd7NvAmc3vg/s708/Capture.JPG1913DeyFishScrap%2526Oil2.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="687" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcbnS0rZSPP1Z3P8-xzYoUf1wdUWfo0NkmqO1WuUhUONIrWgp1FReQoUlrTfZRXZt1d0pGekpRFYciTmRt8lkRFvJo5YGtgIYdHLVeorP-qMib-srOyxDQ64jRWdSd7NvAmc3vg/s320/Capture.JPG1913DeyFishScrap%2526Oil2.JPG" /></a></span></b></div><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span>About 1881, Charles Pittman "C.P." Dey opened a large menhaden plant at Lennoxville Point.<br /><br />Charles Pittman Dey (1844‒1932), son of farmer John W. Dey and Eleanor “Emily” Pittenger, was born in New Jersey. In 1868, Charles married Almira T. Dudley in Carteret County, NC. Amira Dudley (1843‒1917) was born on Portsmouth Island, NC, to Dr. Samuel Dudley and Susan Decatur Salisbury. <br /><br />The 1870 census recorded Charles and Almira, farming in Middletown, NJ, living with Charles’ parents. By the 1880 census, they were still in Middletown, Charles recorded as “Proprietor Fish Factory.” By 1900, they were renting a home on Ann Street in Beaufort; he was noted as a merchant. <br /></span></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMHPmFA9XdKpKbD4RVXerg5lf66KG-oIXieYlzisoRvdbqEzamUbmHrIut5yJJ5FzJSFD5olmZGjTRnfuiRt0fsKT9ZIRJNP3_cbnXpKsU35L9FB_oAs7097heX54Uq4gYOxnfQ/s857/Capture.JPGEastFrontFacingHarbor.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="857" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMHPmFA9XdKpKbD4RVXerg5lf66KG-oIXieYlzisoRvdbqEzamUbmHrIut5yJJ5FzJSFD5olmZGjTRnfuiRt0fsKT9ZIRJNP3_cbnXpKsU35L9FB_oAs7097heX54Uq4gYOxnfQ/s320/Capture.JPGEastFrontFacingHarbor.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span>By the 1910 census, they owned a home at 605 Front Street, where his occupation was recorded as “Oil and Fish Factory – Fertilizer.” By 1920, Charles was a widow, in his Front Street home with nephew Dr. Charles Leroy Swindell and wife Lorna Stanton Hales. In 1922, 77-year-old Charles married 45-year-old Sarah Davenport Jones in Petersburg, VA. On the 1930 census, the Front Street home was valued at $8000. <br /><br />Charles Pittman Dey was buried at Cedar Grove Cemetery, New Bern, NC. At the time of his death, he owned the boats <i>C.P. Dey, Alert, Elizabeth, Frances,</i> and <i>Olympia</i>, four large purse boats, and two small boats.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGSvPWzl_Mw_G_UMukl0E_ABPGzUGyteGWPOea2txSDagXRbII0mvhlg0-Mi3hUVbFBYaIaTja0Xu1f08GZ5SbPHgVrZLmQm2ffdV23S6SjhJ9htqF0nIJQgcCJEbvvZWh-NAxQ/s1224/Capture.JPGBirdsEyeViewFrontStreet.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="1224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGSvPWzl_Mw_G_UMukl0E_ABPGzUGyteGWPOea2txSDagXRbII0mvhlg0-Mi3hUVbFBYaIaTja0Xu1f08GZ5SbPHgVrZLmQm2ffdV23S6SjhJ9htqF0nIJQgcCJEbvvZWh-NAxQ/s320/Capture.JPGBirdsEyeViewFrontStreet.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Dey House at Front and Queen</b><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Dey’s nephew, Dr. C.L. Swindell (1884‒1953), evidently inherited the Front Street house. Born in Wadesboro, NC to Frederick Dallas Swindell and Susannah Decatur Dudley, Dr. Swindell married twice, first to Lorna Stanton Hales (divorced), and secondly to Virginia Lee Rowe Thornton. </span></b></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>OF NOTE: Mrs. C. L. Swindell (Lorna Stanton Hales) was one of the founding members of the Beaufort Community Club (Woman's Club), as head of the
"Entertaining Department."</b></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span>After a long stay at the VA Hospital in Kecoughtan VA, Dr. Swindell died at 69 of bronchogenic carcinoma, and was buried at Hampton National Cemetery, Hampton, VA. </span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span>The Dey-Swindell House at 605 Front Street was demolished in 1955.<br /></span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span>______________________________________________________________ <br /></span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><i>The Beaufort News</i> - New Dey Boats - Sept 18, 1930 </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span></span></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVRvXuABTH7dabctK-UyVuvmS7OjuWoAhqZIOAP-koSHJzkurWvSvmcWsi0CZ-_AbUxwZxhZwE3IBFzMRmIkjEFyZ__JaLpaPOMfSmz-B8s6yHtGiRZC0FErNIwREs7MSUCiuCQ/s559/Capture.JPGdey18Sept1930b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWw8seO2kmtDWbbSnAm0dGseznnC-ANlfAdhijdjoElH4tYyl-dIKg0CPlKLhUB13wR5v3eRC7Nj9TVOa3YTx-KN3OnmzApy0pq_YHlbN0XJssUPa0JEV62cje_rQj_hw4jFeiwA/s597/Capture.JPGDey18Sept1930a.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWw8seO2kmtDWbbSnAm0dGseznnC-ANlfAdhijdjoElH4tYyl-dIKg0CPlKLhUB13wR5v3eRC7Nj9TVOa3YTx-KN3OnmzApy0pq_YHlbN0XJssUPa0JEV62cje_rQj_hw4jFeiwA/s16000/Capture.JPGDey18Sept1930a.JPG" /></a><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVRvXuABTH7dabctK-UyVuvmS7OjuWoAhqZIOAP-koSHJzkurWvSvmcWsi0CZ-_AbUxwZxhZwE3IBFzMRmIkjEFyZ__JaLpaPOMfSmz-B8s6yHtGiRZC0FErNIwREs7MSUCiuCQ/s16000/Capture.JPGdey18Sept1930b.JPG" /> <br /></span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span>___________________________________________ </span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span> </span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><i>The Beaufort News</i> </span></span></span></span><span><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>- C.P. Dey Obituary July 7, 1932</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span> </span></b></span></span> <br /></span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqAEk4Qr3Qw5B6trlprEaZmJDmXyuaYlhVWPkUpKDbzANtidG4EXJmZGrLhyphenhyphen-RDUChFea9RbJ_AW6MB2-mYtS-L0RPK7pXyjHsfHLYqyJxkVknh3GrA6f2d5b4fWuuMwq-OjxaA/s718/Capture.JPGDey7July1932a.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqAEk4Qr3Qw5B6trlprEaZmJDmXyuaYlhVWPkUpKDbzANtidG4EXJmZGrLhyphenhyphen-RDUChFea9RbJ_AW6MB2-mYtS-L0RPK7pXyjHsfHLYqyJxkVknh3GrA6f2d5b4fWuuMwq-OjxaA/s16000/Capture.JPGDey7July1932a.JPG" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span></span></b></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoZvha1hzPm4b3IKnavl_htqIt-2kJZv5WygZtujE_ar3SAAGNVv5Aq3HhBPq5UtjsuDXEc6OMShlxC4-lxanPcwSl_qzKe6sGCax8nhiUT7naAYzqYwFbjSQT9vCuTLju6OldQ/s676/Capture.JPGDey7July1932b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoZvha1hzPm4b3IKnavl_htqIt-2kJZv5WygZtujE_ar3SAAGNVv5Aq3HhBPq5UtjsuDXEc6OMShlxC4-lxanPcwSl_qzKe6sGCax8nhiUT7naAYzqYwFbjSQT9vCuTLju6OldQ/s16000/Capture.JPGDey7July1932b.JPG" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><br /></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span></span></b></span></span></div><p></p><p></p>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-86466973794192602762021-02-27T12:41:00.007-05:002021-04-19T12:54:03.771-04:00Washburn Seminary<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>"Washburn Seminary" by Principal B.D. Rowlee; The American Missionary 1902 </b><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsqJYr-U6U61Uv16TRXalRXrDXW3W4huj0M8Cu9mJ4ul_3y2CkS31tZLoWpiE89wSG6YrzUY8EHUKBrowxzAY_XreF643mnjHEm6cuA5pfeUBNXsa5cESR7LwTSOqhbkgNihwbA/s409/Capture.JPGB.D.Rowlee.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="280" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsqJYr-U6U61Uv16TRXalRXrDXW3W4huj0M8Cu9mJ4ul_3y2CkS31tZLoWpiE89wSG6YrzUY8EHUKBrowxzAY_XreF643mnjHEm6cuA5pfeUBNXsa5cESR7LwTSOqhbkgNihwbA/w137-h200/Capture.JPGB.D.Rowlee.JPG" width="137" /></a></b></span></span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>Should one traveling by the coast line desire to see this eastern section of North Carolina, he has only to leave his train on reaching Goldsboro, secure a ticket over the Atlantic and North Carolina Railroad to Morehead City, where a launch is waiting to bring to bring him to Beaufort, one of the oldest towns along the coast. Here he will find a quiet, healthy place, where he can secure relief from tired nerves or business cares. Fish, oysters and clams will be among the articles of food set before him to tempt his appetite. If it be the right season of the year, and he be so inclined, he can venture out with gun or fishing-rod and bring back with him, as a result of his expedition, at least a good appetite.<br /><br />He will find a town of about twenty-five hundred inhabitants (about equally divided between the two races) that draws its sustenance mostly from the water. The stores supply the need of the people in the immediate surroundings and also wholesale to the stores along the sound.<br /><br />In the days of long ago the town was begun on this peninsula that cuts out into the sea. Some say that it was started by the notorious Captain Kidd. The education interests of the children are now well provided for by the schools which have been established for the races. Here the Freedman's Bureau early started a school that later passed under the care of the American Missionary Association. Since its founding it has seen days of prosperity and adversity. The past few years it has been moving forward, gaining the confidence and receiving the support of the people. While many of them are very poor, they are willing to make sacrifices to keep their children in school.<br /><br />The burning of the school-building several years since led to the erection of the present one. This is two stories and contains seven rooms and a chapel. The cupola supports a staff from which, on pleasant days, flies a 12-foot flag that may be seen for miles around both from land and sea. <br /><br />Besides the school-building is the shop where the boys are taught carpentry, and on an adjoining lot is the Congregational church. The home for the teachers is a very comfortable two-story building, situated in a very pleasant part of the town, about three blocks from the school.<br /><br />The literary work of the school is divided into four departments, primary, intermediate, grammar and normal, with courses of study as near like those in Northern schools as circumstances will permit.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>In the sewing department the girls have to begin by learning to hold the needle, wear a thimble and make straight seams. They then pass on from this, step by step, until in the higher grades they cut, baste and fit garments. All work below the normal is done by hand, the sewing-machine not being used until they reach that department. They take great delight in this work and are anxious for the sewing hour to come. Learning to sew has to them, also, a money value. They not only do their own sewing, but are able to secure work from others. On visiting at a home, one of the girls was found cutting and making a dress for a little sister. The mother acknowledged that she could not do it, but rejoiced that the girls were learning that which make them such helps in the home. Other mothers have told how much help has come to them through this department.<br /></b></span></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafzQqlGb0g8awgMvbnrMuWg5eEjxG51DXI3sU2fv9anAy58woYkz7rRl4-GE-aB5IdlQYLdGr9xBgu9GpXf0uSEP3vFJNey9bZ_jVNvh8cUVIln5zMhobGYtDzxPK2y81EVOgMA/s545/Capture.JPGWashburnSeminary1902.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="545" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafzQqlGb0g8awgMvbnrMuWg5eEjxG51DXI3sU2fv9anAy58woYkz7rRl4-GE-aB5IdlQYLdGr9xBgu9GpXf0uSEP3vFJNey9bZ_jVNvh8cUVIln5zMhobGYtDzxPK2y81EVOgMA/w640-h509/Capture.JPGWashburnSeminary1902.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>1902 photograph of Washburn Seminary</b><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>For the boys, the shop is one of the important departments of the school. They are here taught the use of tools, to make drawings and then to work from them. The whole aim is to makes of them self-reliant men and women, able to go out and help themselves and others.<br /><br />The graduates of the school are making records for themselves. One has charge of the carpentry department of the school, some are teaching, one is in business with his father, and two are working in Yale College and attending night-school. Some of the older pupils are now in Shaw University, and one who was graduated from Livingston College is now in the public schools.<br /><br />The amount of school money is so limited that in the small towns, and in the country districts, the length of the school year is only a few months. </b></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>Notwithstanding Governor Aycock's assurance that there should be no school for white or colored where there was not a four-month term, there have been schools with only two to three months' session. With so short a time given to school the progress must of necessity be slow, many even forgetting before another term opens what they learned the last. At present there is a movement on foot to consolidate the smaller districts and improve the system generally.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Rh1Gj2DgBQX7uceiGAOpTK94SRI_crEb1qk66x4cX8o4ly9VAEqEk8Iy1WgGiF_vBdiz_c2FYKPBVhwGgIGbQ-QW8c6e_5BKUs7TfQnhl-1nZwdbb_Bn8J_tInMMuozrXRYNJA/s510/Capture.JPGTheShop1902.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="510" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Rh1Gj2DgBQX7uceiGAOpTK94SRI_crEb1qk66x4cX8o4ly9VAEqEk8Iy1WgGiF_vBdiz_c2FYKPBVhwGgIGbQ-QW8c6e_5BKUs7TfQnhl-1nZwdbb_Bn8J_tInMMuozrXRYNJA/w400-h263/Capture.JPGTheShop1902.JPG" width="400" /></a></b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b> "The Shop" ▪ Washburn Seminary ▪ 1902</b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span><b>516 Cedar Street (plaqued circa 1895) <br /></b></span></span></span></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span>The passage of a law requiring an educational qualification as an essential to exercising the elective franchise has inspired some with a desire to obtain the necessary education. On the other hand, there are those who, if they give it any thought, receive no inspiration that leads them to try to rise to meet the requirements. <br /><br />Numbers of the pupils take advantage of fair days and right tides to go clamming and oystering to earn money to pay tuition, buy a pair of shoes or needed clothing. It goes without saying that this retards their progress. One old grandmother goes down on the shore, gathers oysters from the rocks, opens and sells them to pay her grand-daughter's tuition. The location of the town is such as to make life too easy to develop one's energies. Many who can go down to the water and get their dinner of fish, oysters or clams are not disposed to worry much about where tomorrow's dinner is to be obtained. Again, they are not thrown into the way to brush against the world's moving throng. <br /><br />The town is well supplied with churches—perhaps too many—to look after the spiritual needs of the people. All the work of the school is done with the one aim of developing Christian character. We feel that if we fail in this the great object of the school has not been accomplished. The desire is to send out young men and young women with the purpose to do something, who can, under the Spirit, meet temptations, overcome them, and train others to stand against them. The Thursday evening prayer-meetings have been the means of developing the spiritual nature in many of the pupils.</span></span> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">___________________________________________</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">From</span> <a href="https://beaufortbook.blogspot.com/">Historic Beaufort: A Unique Coastal Village Preserved</a>: </span><br /></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> "The founding of Beaufort's first permanent African-American school was undertaken between 1866 and 1867 by the American Missionary Association and the northern Congregational Church, probably as a result of the work of Rev. Horace James in his efforts to provide for black refugees in the town and vicinity. Located in the heart of the traditionally black neighborhood, St. Stephen's Congregational Church and Washburn Seminary were highly regarded black institutions. The story of their founding remains one of the pivotal events for Beaufort's African Americans. <br /> "Both Washburn Seminary and St. Stephen's were in existence by 1870, when census records list preacher Edward Ball, along with several women teachers from Wisconsin and Vermont. One of the seminary's founding black trustees, Michael P. Jerkins, left Beaufort to attend Howard University's School of Religion. He was ordained in the Congregational Church in 1879 and returned to Beaufort by 1880, when he was listed as a teacher; by 1882 he was pastor of Beaufort's young Congregational Church. It was Jenkins who established the reputation of the seminary and St. Stephen's, providing the vision and background needed to give Beaufort's blacks their first school. Gray's 1880 Map shows two buildings had been erected on the lot purchased in 1867, than labeled as the 'Washburn Seminary' and the 'Colored Congregational Church' (322 Craven).<br /> "These first structures were subsequently expanded by the ambitious construction of a large 2-story school building with a 3-story bell tower. As late as 1896 and 1897, the only school in Beaufort for blacks was Washburn Seminary, with a total of five black women teaching all of the town's black students: the Misses Mamie Fisher, Maggie Fisher, Maud Hazel, Nannie Matthewson and Mary Parker. Only the workshop remains." (Peter Sandbeck) </span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BXN54XY1652lOwr9f5m_Pd2Lw8L6JLkgPtv7sogvQkUmb9XKdSV0tr5ToPBKCOcxVjaPAaLabhgMvK1QoviwTipYmviPrd9f_MNa0Or0iBQhvJvqUJRhD2vp_YKpB5HxYW5eYA/s465/Capture.JPGschoolandchurch.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="465" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BXN54XY1652lOwr9f5m_Pd2Lw8L6JLkgPtv7sogvQkUmb9XKdSV0tr5ToPBKCOcxVjaPAaLabhgMvK1QoviwTipYmviPrd9f_MNa0Or0iBQhvJvqUJRhD2vp_YKpB5HxYW5eYA/w640-h294/Capture.JPGschoolandchurch.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Schoolhouse and Church, Washburn Seminary, Beaufort, NC circa 1910</span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Six teachers and 124 students in 1908. F.W. Sims, principal. </span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(From: Era of Progress and Promise, 1863‒1910, W.N. Hartshorn, 1910)</span></span></b></div></div>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-12980337123970477572021-02-19T15:55:00.005-05:002024-01-30T10:43:03.507-05:00Joseph Kocherthal's 1709 map of Carolina and Virginia<div><p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhmIp5LY9FOj3t5UiKv7_2s9P1GpsalQ5KZPIwsCzvKbOb8_P4nhYavwhWqWGRoXIl6ExJ4ZAeeHmWb3bmXjP2OtgJhPmT8U_hRhOJK2lxP7ulULJQL9qwTYq_HDx8EbY_9jxiQ/s631/Capture.JPGK1709.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="631" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhmIp5LY9FOj3t5UiKv7_2s9P1GpsalQ5KZPIwsCzvKbOb8_P4nhYavwhWqWGRoXIl6ExJ4ZAeeHmWb3bmXjP2OtgJhPmT8U_hRhOJK2lxP7ulULJQL9qwTYq_HDx8EbY_9jxiQ/w640-h528/Capture.JPGK1709.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></b></div><p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Joshua Kocherthal (1669-1719), Lutheran pastor at Landau in Bavaria, was the leader of the emigrants from the Palatinate. In 1704 he went to London to make the necessary arrangements. Two years later he published a booklet on the proposed emigration. In 1708 he sailed for the New World with the first fifty-three souls, landing in New York at the close of December, 1708, or the beginning of January, 1709, after a long and stormy voyage lasting about four months. It was the first German Lutheran congregation in the State of New York. After spending the winter in the city, they settled on the right bank of the Hudson, near the mouth of the Quassaic, where Newburgh is now located. Every person received a grant of fifty acres and the congregation five hundred acres of church land, which, however, the British Governor in 1750 awarded to the Episcopalians. In July, 1709, Kocherthal, entrusting his congregation to the care of Falckner, whose acquaintance he had made during the winter in New York, returned to London to obtain, through a personal interview with the Queen, grants of money which were needed to supply the utterly destitute colonists with the necessary means of subsistence until the land was made arable. He returned in June, 1710, with a multitude of emigrants in eleven ships. But, while 3,000 had sailed from London, only 2,200 were destined to reach their homes in the New World, 800 having died while en route and in quarantine on Governor's Island. A tract of land comprising 40 acres for each person was assigned to them at the foot of the Catskill Mountains, about 100 miles north of New York. They settled on both sides of the Hudson, naming their settlements East and West Camp, respectively. <a href="http://blog.ncmaps.org/kocherthal-1709-map-of-carolina/#more-2975">READ MORE...</a></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Below is an enlargement of the eastern Carolina portion of the map. <br /></span></span></b></p><p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIw71kVcpvw7eWiV195f_IhJCGdVCK541mMoHBPCQB6Bf_4VMtSulQbLojuY_uQB-ElrOxVOhpcOjsz45anpPpNL2D9y-wPjWngc8UL9c3QgNuLgVN7UM756aBZVj_4k0v3LOew/s1002/Capture.JPGK1709Zoom.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="1002" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIw71kVcpvw7eWiV195f_IhJCGdVCK541mMoHBPCQB6Bf_4VMtSulQbLojuY_uQB-ElrOxVOhpcOjsz45anpPpNL2D9y-wPjWngc8UL9c3QgNuLgVN7UM756aBZVj_4k0v3LOew/w640-h384/Capture.JPGK1709Zoom.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">Compared to John Lawson's 1709 map below</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37qbzz21vSWenBO4mIHROjEFMCt-5vKOD5SbXi9Ersrsu-h3LawRcInEvYmjVv22UUSfBN6B39ywGt4t2rkxKK8_O-QgfSGZ6dKbFq69fAtZhqERA92HMDy_jmv5IdA6p_OcXrg/s881/Capture.JPGLawsonWesternOceanZoom.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="881" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37qbzz21vSWenBO4mIHROjEFMCt-5vKOD5SbXi9Ersrsu-h3LawRcInEvYmjVv22UUSfBN6B39ywGt4t2rkxKK8_O-QgfSGZ6dKbFq69fAtZhqERA92HMDy_jmv5IdA6p_OcXrg/w640-h362/Capture.JPGLawsonWesternOceanZoom.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> </span></span></b><br /></div><div><p></p></div>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-58457040335252073872020-05-14T18:19:00.003-04:002020-09-08T09:09:14.200-04:00October 1863 Fire in 300-block of Front<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span face=""><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">April 25, 1862 - Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper </span></span></span></span></b></span></td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">John A. Hedrick arrived in Beaufort about three months after Union troops captured the town [March 25, 1862], where he was assigned as the U.S. Treasury Department collector for the port of Beaufort. Hedrick stayed at the "Ocean House" hotel until October 24th, 1863, when he wrote the following letter to his brother Benjamin:<br /><br />October 25th, 1863<br /> "I have just been burned out of house and home. Last night about two o’clock I was aroused by the cry of ''fire.' Upon getting up and looking out of my windows, I found the smoke from the fire was in the adjoining building. I made all haste I could & got my trunk, clothing &c out into the street and as it was raining a little, I carried them to Mr. Norcom's [128 Craven] at which place I expect to stay to-night. [He remained at the Norcom's house until the spring of 1865].<br /> "It was only about fifteen minutes before the fire reached the hotel in which I stayed. It originated in B.S. Ensley's kitchen and spread to Dr. King's house, which stands against Mr. Taylor's [Ocean House] hotel. The hotel has been kept for the last four months by Messrs Davis & Wright. <br /><br /> "Capt. Fulford's house was blown up to prevent the fire from spreading. For the benefit of Mr. Pigott, I will give you the names of the houses burnt; Jane Ward's, B.A. Ensley's; Dr. King's; Dr. Martin's Apothecary shop, the Ocean House* and Capt. Fulford's house. Mr. Hall's house and Mr. Norcom's store were saved with great difficulty, also, some other houses across the way. My office was not more than thirty yards from Dr. Martin's Drug Store.<br /><br /> "As soon as I got my clothing in a place of safety, I went to my office and got my money and more valuable papers and put them in a safe place. I then got all my other books and documents in readiness to move should there be occasion to do so. The wind happened to be favorable and saved me the trouble. I lost in the fire only two pair old shoes, which I left under my bed and did not think of them until the house was in a blaze. <br /><br /> "It seems that Mr. Ensley's cook had been in the habit of filling the stove full of wood and piling other wood around it so as to have it dry for kindling in the morning, and that the fire originated from this dry wood. It is said that it has caught three times before this."</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""> </span></span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">From Gray's 1880 Map</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">Showing Ocean View hotel </span></span></b></td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""> *As noted on Gray's 1880 Map of Beaufort, the Ocean House hotel was rebuilt and became the Ocean View Hotel.<br /> </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">The above letter was transcribed from <i>Letters from a North Carolina Unionist: John A. Hedrick to Benjamin Hedrick – 1862‒1865</i> – Edited by Judkin Browning and Michael Thomas Smith. </span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""> </span></span></b></p>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-39683678023068114342020-05-10T19:02:00.003-04:002020-09-08T10:44:08.205-04:00January 31, 1952 Downtown Fire<div style="text-align: center;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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heart of Beaufort’s business section yesterday morning. Firemen from five
municipal fire stations battled the blaze from 10 a.m. until mid-afternoon.
Flames were reported under control at 1:15 p.m. but at that point Eastern
Rulane, Downum’s 5 and 10, and Downum’s department store were shambles.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Damages were expected to go far beyond the
$100,000 mark as acrid smoke and penetrating fumes seeped from store to store
on the north side of Front Street, the damaging vapors flanking out east and
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The blaze was caused by an explosion in
the rear of Eastern Rulane. A workman, Charles Hudgins, was transferring gas
from a small cylinder to a larger one. The fumes came in contact with an
open-flame gas heater and the fire leapt up, burning Jack Crawford, Eastern
Rulane manager, who was standing nearby. He was admitted later to Morehead City
hospital for treatment of first and second degree burns on his face and hands.
Hudgins escaped unhurt. Dr. John Way, who treated Crawford, reported his
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Front and Turner, was sounded, the Morehead City fire department was called,
Newport, Cherry Point and New Bern fire trucks later turned up on the scent.
Newport and New Bern to stand by at the Beaufort fire station.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Hundreds of spectators, who jammed the
south side of Front Street, were scattered periodically by explosions and
clouds of yellow smoke that blanketed the business section.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> <b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;">The dense fumes caused choking, coughing,
and tear-filled eyes. Persons rushed from the vicinity of the fire, only to
return in a short time, to watch the valiant efforts of Beaufort firemen who
were scaling ladders and maneuvering over the roof-tops to pour water on the
flames.</span></b></span></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A light wind from the north
carried smoke out over Beaufort Inlet. Spectators milled around the rear of the
stores, able to get a clearer view because the dense fumes were being whirled
in the opposite direction.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Fire hoses snaked the ground
behind the stores and lined Front Street from Turner to Craven. Two Beaufort
pumpers were gulping salt water from Taylor’s Creek at the Esso dock and the
third was pumping fresh water from Craven and Turner.</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> <b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;">Cherry Point pumper, at the
Sinclair dock, was pumping salt water to fight the blaze, while Morehead City
firemen on Turner Street in front of the Davis House were pumping fresh water
at 750 gallons a minute.</span></b></span></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Front Street gutters ran full
as the water squelched blazing timbers and rushed outward again into the
street. Black billows of smoke poofed upward, to be followed by smaller,
strangling clouds of angry fumes.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Employees in Downum stores
evacuated the buildings several minutes following the Rulane explosion. Eastman
employees later left the building as did personnel in Herring’s radio and
ready-to-wear shop.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Eastman’s side walls were
fireproof and an air space of 12 inches separated Downum’s department store
from Herrings. Smoke damage, however, was reported in the radio and clothing
shop. Hal Potter, owner of the two Downum buildings, was partially covered by
insurance. It would not be learned whether the Rulane building, owned by Mrs.
Rosa D. Chadwick, was covered.</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> <b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;">The fronts of all three
buildings were declared in dangerous condition and that section of the street
was roped off to protect passersby, should the walls collapse.</span></b></span></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At 1:45 p.m. Beaufort and
Morehead City pumpers were still in operation, but New Bern, Cherry Point, and
Newport firemen were lined up at Holden’s restaurant for chow.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Every Beaufort fireman in the
vicinity turned out. Morehead City firemen on the job were Clyde Willis, John
Parker, Lindsey Guthrie, Dr. John Morris, George Stovall, Harry Burns, Charles
Guthrie, Mack Edwards, Walter Smith, Alex Roberts, Chief Grady Bell, Assistant
Chief El Nelson, and Norman Canfield.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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Maxwell Wade, Carlton Garner and Bertie Clyde Piner were directing traffic, as
was Deputy Sheriff Marshall Ayscue.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">
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been predicted in Beaufort for many years. The fear expressed was that a strong
wind from any direction would cause destruction of the entire business section.
Yesterday was a snappy day, the sun bright, and the wind, fortunately light. At
noon, it practically eased to no wind at all.</span></span></b></div>
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<br />Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-7050677645231411192020-05-09T19:17:00.006-04:002021-03-22T12:14:26.593-04:00Downtown Business Fire - December 1958<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="" style="font-size: small;"><b>Carteret County News-Times - Tuesday, December 16, 1958</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="" style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face="" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span face="" style="font-size: x-large;"><span>Blaze Cleans Out Nine Businesses</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span face=""><span>Large Part of Business Section Hit </span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">The front of the Potter Building falls on Front Street as the supporting </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">beam is pulled out by a cable being reeled in by a Carolina Power </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">Light Co. truck. The walls, while standing, were declared a hazard </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">to traffic. The street light in front of the building, only 6 feet from the </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">fires, did not break from the heat. A plate glass window in Bell’s </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">Drug Store, across the street, was cracked.</span></span></span></b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""> </span></span></span></b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""> </span></span></span></b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span face=""> </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""> <b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> ___________________________</span></span></b></span></p><p><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Nine Beaufort businesses were burned out in a devastating fire in
freezing weather Thursday night and Friday morning [Dec 12-13]. Although
several businesses had not completed totaling their damages by
yesterday, the overall loss is estimated at $175,000.</span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
<span face=""><br /> The fire
destroyed House’s Drug Store at Craven and Front Street, Herring’s
Jewelry Store, Potter’s Grocery Store, and above those stores, Dr. L.W.
Moore’s office, Dr. M.T. Lewis’s office, and the Durham Life Insurance
office; across Craven Street from House’s, the Service Shoe Shop, the
Bargain Center and Western Union.</span><br />
<span face=""><br /> The fire broke out in the
furnace room located at the rear of the Joe House Drug Store. J.P.
George, chief engineer of the menhaden boat Elizabeth M. Froehlich,
spotted the fire at 11:50 Thursday night and ran to box 17 at Front and
Queen Streets to turn in the alarm.</span><br />
</span></span></b><span face=""><br /> <b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Engineer Allen Conway was on
duty at the fire station and left as soon as the alarm sounded. With the
help of fishermen, Conway began pumping water through the rear window
of the drug store. He used the 500-gallon reserve in his truck and
pumped from the hydrant at Ann and Craven Streets until the water supply
ran out.</span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""> </span><br />
<span face=""> In
the meantime, engineer Elmond Rhue went to the fire station and got
another pump truck, which was manned by volunteer firemen, as was the
aerial ladder truck. <br /> Fire chief Charles Harrell sent word to Morehead City, Fort Macon Coast Guard station, and Cherry Point, asking for help. </span><br />
</span></span></b><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> The alarm sounded in Morehead City at 1:30 a.m. and Chief Joe Fulcher and 10 firemen took a pump truck to Beaufort. Two Morehead City firemen heard the Beaufort alarm and were already in Beaufort when the Morehead City truck arrived. <br /> The water supply gave out just before the Morehead City truck arrived, so the Morehead firemen drove to the Moore dock in front of the post office and started pumping salt water. <br /><br /> Beaufort firemen, who said they had the fire under control when the water gave out, also put hoses overboard and began pumping. By the time the trucks could get water back on the fire, it was blazing completely out of control. Coast Guardsmen from Fort Macon arrived about 3 a.m. with a 1,000-gallon-per-minute pump, which they put overboard from the Sinclair dock across the street from the burning building.<br /><br /> With the Beaufort, Morehead City, and Coast Guard firemen working, and the Cherry Point fire department standing by, the blaze was brought under control about 5 a.m.<br /> By this time, the intense heat had set fire to the roof of the wooden building housing the Western Union office and the Bargain Center, a new and used clothing store. <br /> Also damaged by the fire was the Service Shoe Shop on Craven Street. Firemen battled the flames on the wooden structure until 6:30 a.m. before getting that fire out. The building must be considered a loss, however, since the town zoning ordinance prohibits the rebuilding of wooden structures in the downtown fire zone.<br /> Firemen who fought the fire during the early hours of the morning had plenty of help from nearby residents and businesses.</span></span></b><br /><br /> <b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> As soon as the fire alarm went in, Mason Insurance Agency opened its doors to firemen to come in and get warm. Later in the morning, coffee was available in the office. Mr. and Mrs. Holden Ballou made coffee in the Dora Dinette until the power went off; then they moved to Holden’s on Turner Street.<br /> The Froehlich spotlight was turned on the blaze, and was of great help to the firemen when the electricity went off. The cook on the pogy boat also served coffee to the firemen.<br />Snowden Thompson was given credit for serving coffee to the firemen on Craven Street. He was using an eight-cup percolator. Others also sent coffee to the firemen.<br /> C.W. Williams, manager of Carolina Water Company, explained that a mechanical failure, caused by freezing or corrosion, in the new water aerator system was responsible for failure of the water supply.<br /><br /> A series of valves and switches is designed to keep the town water tank full at all times. The tank holds 10,800 gallons but at the time of the fire it was probably less than half full.<br /> Mr. Williams said the water company knew nothing about the fire until 2 a.m., when the water gave out. Water company workmen went to the pump house and had the pumps operating within a few minutes, but all the lines were drained and the tank was empty, so it took considerable time before any pressure built up.<br /> The pumps deliver 600 gallons per minute into the tank when they are operating at full speed. The two Beaufort fire trucks that were pumping water at the fire are capable of drawing 1,500 gallons per minute from the water lines. <br /><br /> Chief Harrell was the only fireman injured during the night. He slipped and sprained his wrist when he fell on the icy street. <br /> It was the last fire for Julius F. Duncan Jr. 44, who was found dead on his front porch about 5 a.m. Mr. Duncan had helped supervise the laying of hose to the fire and was busy through the night. He left the fire about 15 minutes before he was found. The cause of death was said to be a heart attack.<br /> The entire Beaufort Fire Depar</span></span></b>t<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ment turned out to serve as honorary pallbearers at Mr. Duncan’s funeral Saturday afternoon. <br /><br /> Coast Guardsmen who helped fight the fire in Beaufort Friday morning were ENC Earl Sells, EN/3 Norvie Gillikiln, EN/3 Samuel Wiersteiner, YN/3 Frank Johnson, SN Aucie Farmer, SN Lewis McLain, and SA Albert Gillikin. They manned a 1,000-gallon-per-minute pump drawing water from Taylor’s Creek.</span></span></b></span><span face=""><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><span><span>Most Burned-Out Businesses Are Now Back in Operation</span></span></span></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiHbtJTs8s_UoNvxLuD4lj63DzWuwQecBGrsN3RPfx1jnsvjOJy0BqxfsJMI9frPti0N0sCW3KDlda3KDV3VN9tuiFV7fa5usTVa-V5fPNGXR1yhef3fhyphenhyphen6o9yjpvs7Ko14hCIg/s1600/Capture.JPG58fire2.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="398" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiHbtJTs8s_UoNvxLuD4lj63DzWuwQecBGrsN3RPfx1jnsvjOJy0BqxfsJMI9frPti0N0sCW3KDlda3KDV3VN9tuiFV7fa5usTVa-V5fPNGXR1yhef3fhyphenhyphen6o9yjpvs7Ko14hCIg/w275-h500/Capture.JPG58fire2.JPG" width="275" /></a></div><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-family: arial;">T</span></span></span></span></b></span><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-family: arial;">his section of the east wall of the Potter Building collapsed when a Carolina Power and Light truck began to reel in a cable attached to the wall.</span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span style="font-family: arial;">__________________________ <br /></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><p><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Of the nine businesses damaged in the Beaufort fire, most are now reopened.<br /> Open now is Herring’s Jewelry store in the former Stamper jewelry store location on the south side of Front Street; Potter’s Grocery at 120 Turner in the grocery store formerly operated by F.L. Simmons; Dr. L.W. Moore and Durham Life Insurance Co. on the second floor of the Merrill building; Western Union in a temporary office on Craven Street, and Service Shoe Shop, next to Abbott Morris’s on S. 8th Street, Morehead City.</span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
<span face=""><br /> Dr. M.T. Lewis, whose office was in the Potter building, said that he will reopen an office in Beaufort somewhere, but by noon yesterday he didn’t know where. He estimated his loss in the fire at $8,000 to $10,000. He was partially covered by insurance.<br /> It is not expected that the Bargain Center, operated by Mrs. Roger Williams, Gloucester, will reopen. The place was robbed several weeks ago, and now the fire, has taken its toll. The Joe House drug store, which Mr. House had been interested in selling, will not reopen.</span><br />
</span></span></b><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /> Most of the damage done to Western Union, the Bargain Center, and the Service Shoe Shop, all located on the northeast corner of Craven and Front, was by water. The top part of the building burned and water poured through to the first floor. The Service Shoe Shop was operated by John H. Eaton II, Morehead City.<br /> B.C. Vickery, manager of the Western Union office, said he hopes to be in his temporary office today. Since the fire, he has been accepting telegrams from persons wherever they may see him, and phoning them or taking them to the Morehead City office for sending.<br /> The shoe shop, Bargain Center and Western Union were located in a building owned by Mrs. M. Leslie Davis, Beaufort, and Robert Lee Humber, Greenville.<br /></span></span></b><br /> <b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> All of the office equipment, desks, typewriters, adding machines, and file of Durham Life Insurance Co. were destroyed. That office is now located across from Dr. David Farrior’s office in the Merrill building.<br /> Salesmen operating from the office are Stanley Potter Jr., Jack Gonsoulin, Frank Fulford, all of Beaufort; J.C. Davis, Davis, and James Pitchford, Morehead City.</span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""> James and Gilbert Potter, and Jarvis Herring express their appreciation to all the persons who helped them get merchandise out of their stores.<br /> </span></span></span></b><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Potters said that they have saved all their bookkeeping accounts and about $150 worth of canned goods. They were able to meet all their menhaden boat orders Saturday night as usual and expected to have the store fully restocked by last night.<br /> “We’d like to thank the fishermen, Coast Guard, fire department, and all our friends who helped,” the Potters said yesterday.<br /> Mr. Herring said, “I’d like to thank each one who helped, individually and personally, but I don’t know everybody who helped to get things out of my store.”<br /> Herrings were open for business at their new location Saturday morning. It was the second move for Herrings in less than five weeks. The store moved from the northeast corner of Front and Craven to the former B.A. Bell location in November.<br /> Mr. Herring said that he opened his safe yesterday morning and all of the rings, watches and other items that were being repaired for customers are intact. “Lots of people who had brought things to me for repair wanted to know about their items. They’re safe and they can pick them up,” Mr. Herring said.</span></span></b></span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Bread and produce counters and some canned goods were saved from Potter’s Store and put on the sidewalk in front of Jim Wheatley’s men’s store. Jarvis Herring managed to save most of his inventory from the jewelry store, but nothing was saved from House Drug Store, where the fire started. Ice coats the sidewalks and streets.</span></b></span></td><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></b></span></td><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></b></span></td><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></b></span></td><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></b></span></td><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></b></span></td><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> _______________________________</span></span></b></span></p><p><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Although fire started to spread to the roof of the building where Stampers jewelry store is now located, it was checked. Stampers started moving things out of their store, but flames didn’t get that far. The only damage reported there was to a part of the awning when a beam from the burning building fell.<br /><br /> The loss in Dr. Moore’s office was estimated at $35,000. This included x-ray equipment, office and medical equipment. All bookkeeping records were lost as well as patient’s records, some of them going back as far as 27 years. Patients were already flocking to Dr. Moore’s relocated office yesterday morning.<br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /> The Potter building was built in 1927 by J.H. Potter. It is now owned by his heirs, with Miss Nannie Potter holding a lifetime interest in it. No decision had been made yesterday as to whether the building would be replaced.<br /> At one time it housed the Potter Emergency Hospital, the Beaufort post office, and the following doctors’ offices: Dr. C.S. Maxwell, Dr. Hendrix, Dr. O.H. Johnson, Dr. F.E. Hyde, and Dr. Theodore Salter.<br /> Most of the businesses in the Potter building were partially insured.</span></span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span></b><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span face="" style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Joe House Will Not Reopen, Collects Bills at Bell’s Drug</span></span></span></b></div>
<span face=""><br /><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Joe House, whose drug store burned Thursday night, said yesterday that he has gone out of business, but he urges that everyone who owes him money to please make payment.<br /> Mr. House’s books, account, files, and prescriptions were completely wiped out. Although he carried some insurance, it will not meet the total loss, which he estimates at $25,000, including accounts receivable. <br /> Those who owe him will be of utmost help if they will pay him so that he can, in turn, pay his creditors, Mr. House explains. Persons may pay their House Drug store bills by seeing Mr. House between 10 a.m. and 1 p.m. daily at Bell’s Drug store or sending him checks or money orders.<br /> “I thank people for their kindness during and since the fire,” Mr. House remarked, “and for their business in past years, but I’m too old to start in again.”<br /> The druggist says he will help out other drug stores in the pharmacy departments as they may need him.<br /> He retrieved his safe from the debris Saturday and everything in it as safe. Unfortunately, Mr. House said, he had not put his account books in the safe when he closed the store Thursday night. Narcotics, which were kept in the safe, were not damaged.</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span face=""><br /></span><span face=""> <b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><span>Death Claims Julius Duncan Jr.</span></span></span></span></span></b></div>
<span face=""><br /> <b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Julius Fletcher Duncan Jr., 44, died suddenly Friday morning at his home. Funeral services were conducted in St. Paul’s Episcopal Church Saturday at 3:30 by the Rev. C. Edward Sharp, rector. Interment was in the church cemetery.<br /> Surviving are his wife, Mrs. Sara Rumley Duncan; his father Julius F. Duncan; one sister, Mrs. Emily D. Wells of Rocky Mount; and one brother, David D. Duncan of Newark, N.J.<br /> Mr. Duncan was a past chief of the Beaufort fire department and an active fireman. He was also active in the Episcopal church, having served as vestryman. Prior to an illness, brought on by heart disease, he was employed at Paul Motor Co., Beaufort.<br /> Death was attributed to a heart attack suffered at about 5 o’clock Friday morning after he returned from fighting the fire in the Beaufort business section. He was found, by his wife, on the front porch of his home.</span></span></b></span>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-50099818813744174782020-05-08T18:07:00.003-04:002021-03-20T16:08:40.486-04:00Potter Emergency Hospital - A Little History<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="" style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJexQ5dv5mZrpWeTQbg_UbUTnjeUcjAhVIRCFyuNy2v7hVfE0CR6amhLLXf7dNolLKNRaTzA78Pz4V-2HHdTokW39izzhdJ0MHbkm7y0n04Q_LEBDpAdVIm39TGO_RfyN7I-5wMQ/s340/Capture.JPGPotterEmer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJexQ5dv5mZrpWeTQbg_UbUTnjeUcjAhVIRCFyuNy2v7hVfE0CR6amhLLXf7dNolLKNRaTzA78Pz4V-2HHdTokW39izzhdJ0MHbkm7y0n04Q_LEBDpAdVIm39TGO_RfyN7I-5wMQ/s320/Capture.JPGPotterEmer.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><i>The Beaufort News</i><br />January 13, 1944</span></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span face="">Potter Emergency Hospital closes its doors soon, after something over seventeen years of service to this community.<br /><br />Dr. C.S. Maxwell, who has been associated with the hospital continuously since the beginning, re-lived the early days of the hospital for us one day early this week. He went back to the time when the eastern half of the building only was in existence with the Post Office beneath, the second story unfinished. </span><br />
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</span></span></b><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The building belonged to the late J.H. Potter Sr. Dr. Maxwell, casting about for office space, approached Mr. Potter in regard to finishing the rooms to meet his requirements. The answer was, “No, but you go ahead and fix them as you want them, I will rent them to you, and the rent can go to pay for the improvements provided payment is not spread over a period of over four years.” This was the condition of the first lease. The second floor was designed to meet his needs, and on one side, steps on stilts were constructed as the only means of reaching the offices.<br /><br />On the west side of the building was a small wooden structure occupied by Jim Potter’s grocery store. Mr. Potter planned to replace it with a brick building, which was to be built around the grocery store so that business need not be interrupted in the meantime. It was then that Dr. Maxwell again approached Mr. Potter and made the suggestion that he make the new building a two story one, to be used as a hospital. Thus the hospital idea evolved, and according to Dr. Maxwell, the name Potter Emergency Hospital was given, out of appreciation of the cooperation of Mr. Potter in making space available, and in other ways making it possible to accomplish things essential for its use as a hospital.<br /><br />At the end of November, 1927, although installation of the heating plant was not complete, the first patient was entered – Walter Lewis, of Sea Level, and the first baby who saw the light of day in the new hospital was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Garland Gillikin, of Otway, who was born on November 29th. For those who like statistics, 685 people who were once babies can now point to the second-story rooms over B.A. Bell’s and Potter’s Pure Food Store as the place of their birth. <br /><br />Among patients hospitalized during the first few days of the existence of the new hospital was W.D. Davis, of Harker’s Island, father of the late Mr. Leslie Davis, who was accepted on November 30th. His clothing had caught in a pin, on a fly-wheel of an engine; he was knocked down, suffered lacerations requiring fourteen stitches, and also a crushed foot. Cooch Taylor, seventeen-year-old son of John Taylor, of Sea Level, was also among the first cases. Others were Mrs. Whitfield Mason, of Norfolk, and Mr. Allan Mason, of Beaufort, who were injured in an automobile accident, and Mr. Clyde Peterson, of Davis, and Mr. Fulcher, of Sea Level.<br /></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The hospital has always been a private hospital owned by a corporation, but from the beginning it has had a contract with the U.S. Public Health Service to serve members of the Coast Guard, Engineering Department, Geodetic Survey, and other branches of the Service, as well as seamen from licensed boats, freighters, and fish boats, free of charge without their having to travel to Norfolk.<br /><br />At the time of the opening, the hospital had ten beds, a diet kitchen, a modern operating room, and a steam heating plant. It was under the management of Dr. C.S. Maxwell and Dr. F.E. Hyde. Before the end of the first month, it was necessary to expand and add a room in the eastern side of the building to those used for the hospital proper.<br /><br />The hospital now has fourteen beds in use. Dr. Maxwell, Dr. Laurie W. Moore, Dr. W.L. Woodard, and Dr. O.H. Johnson are associated in the hospital. Miss Margaret Hamilton, Superintendent, has been connected with it for fifteen years and has been operating it for ten; Miss Bernice Willis, Assistant Superintendent, has also been associated with it for fifteen years and has assisted in the operation of it for ten. Mollie Davis, cook, boasts of connection with it from the beginning, and George Sparrow, orderly, has been with it since the second month of its existence.</span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span face="">JAMES HOLLISTER POTTER - For 91 years, 707 Ann Street was home to James Hollister Potter Sr. (1847‒1938) and Nancy Bell Murray (1846‒1922). (The home was inherited from his father, William Jackson Potter, who came from Anne Arundel, Maryland to work as a brick mason during the building of Fort Macon.) A seafood dealer, James was also involved in real estate; he helped finance the Post Office and Custom House on Turner Street, and the Potter Building on Front Street, which burned in 1958. J.H. Potter's son, J.H. Potter Jr., owned Potter's Pure Food Store and Potter's Toy Shop on Front Street; he also helped organize the Beaufort Fire Department. <br /><br />DR. CLARENCE SCHUYLER MAXWELL (1876-1970), son of David Copeland Maxwell and Annie McGee, married Mary Adeline "Addie" Thomas in 1902. He served in WWI. The couple lived on Marsh Street, later on Pollock.</span></span></span></b>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-42345883351673247662020-04-01T22:49:00.002-04:002021-03-20T15:55:48.421-04:00"Ma" and "Pa" Taylor<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><b><span>Nelson Whitford "Pa" Taylor was
born September 7, 1856 on Front Street, the son of George Washington Taylor
and Sidney Ann Bragg. His father owned "Ocean House" hotel. The 1860
Beaufort Census noted the family in the hotel, including 4-year-old Nelson. </span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span face=""><b><span> On
April 25, 1862, they were among others watching the siege of Fort Macon. The hotel was located in the general area of
the current day Maritime Museum and Watercraft Center.</span></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""><b><span class="3l3x" style="font-size: small;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> <span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span face=""><b><span class="3l3x">The future "Ma" Taylor, Mary
Catherine Buckman, was born
November 9, 1860, in the 1845 Buckman House at 114 Ann Street; she was the
daughter of Edward S.
Buckman and Elizabeth Ward Phelps. In Mary's early years, the first
oyster factory was located just beyond their home at the west end of Ann
Street.</span></b></span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span face=""><b><span class="3l3x"><span style="color: #444444;"> </span></span></b></span></span><br />
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Catherine Buckman were married . (Minister E.M. Forbes,
witnesses A.C. Davis Jr. and W.C. Manson)</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span face=""><b><span class="3l3x"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1894, the couple purchased the Leecraft
House at 305 Ann Street, built <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">circa</i>
1856 by William Leecraft. </span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mary
"Ma" Taylor occupied the home until her death on March 22, 1965, at 104.</span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span face=""><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span>"Ma" and "Pa" Taylor's c<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444;">hildren included: Cecil Buckman Taylor, who married
Margaret C. Arrington; Bayard Taylor, who married Jean Thackston; Elizabeth S.
Taylor, who married Allen Darlington O’Bryan; Nannie Davis Taylor, who married
William King Hinnant; Nelson Whitford Taylor, who married Caroline Kingman
Cumbow; and George Edward Taylor, who married Eileen St. George Gardner.</span></span></span></span></b></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Nelson Whitford Taylor 1856-1948</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Nelson Whitford </span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><span face=""><span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span face=""><span>Taylor's obituary</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
<span face=""><b><span>The <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Carteret News-Times</i>,
September 17, 1948: </span></b></span><br />
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</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>Beaufort paid solemn tribute to its oldest
native Wednesday at 5p.m. when funeral services were held for Nelson Whitford "Pa"
Taylor, 92, in St. Paul's Episcopal Church. The Rev. William Martin, rector,
conducted the service and interment followed in St. Paul's Cemetery.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>The vestry of St. Paul's were honorary
pall bearers, and the grandsons and grandsons-in-law. They were Allen O'Bryan,
Nelson W. Taylor III, Clifford Fleet, Dave Mosier, Dave Winegar, and Wiley
Taylor Jr. </span></b></span><br /></span></span>
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<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>Ninety-two years of fruitful living and 67½
years of happy married life were ended when "Pa" died quietly at his
home on Ann Street, Beaufort, Monday [September 13] night at 8:15.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>His physician, Dr. Laurie Moore, had
pronounced "nothing organically wrong" with him one week before his
92<sup>nd</sup> birthday. Those at his bedside said his mind was clear one hour
before death, due to old age, claimed him.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"Pa" <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Taylor operated the only wholesale grocery
store this side of New Bern for 25‒30 years, and it was said of him that "anyone
who needed anything got it whether they had the money to pay or not."
People from Beaufort to Cedar Island thought of him as their benefactor.</span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>His sons recalled that he refused to sell
a barrel of flour which cost him $4 for more than $4.25, allowing himself only
25 cents for profit and overhead deductions. Twenty-five cents profit was all
he asked on a pair of shoes.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>He was in the mercantile business from the
age of 9, when he began helping in his father's store, until he retired at 70.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>Shortly after 1888, Mr. Taylor partitioned
off one of his store buildings and started the first bank in Carteret County.
It was called the Bank of Beaufort. "Pa" was the banker. The bank
moved after one year to the building now occupied by Rumley's Feed Store on
Front Street, and "Pa" was president. He later formed, and was
president of the Beaufort Banking and Trust Co., the predecessor of the First
Citizens Bank and Trust Co. </span></b></span><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>He started out as a merchant, operating
his father's old store at the present location of Davis Bros. After the big
fire in 1888, he built two brick buildings across the street, forming the
Beaufort Grocery Co. in one and a general store in the other. One of these
buildings is now occupied by the Beaufort Hardware Co., the other by Jeff's
Barber Shop.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>In addition to his Beaufort mercantile
interests, "Pa" Taylor owned the oyster factory, shipped clams and
mullets, and was president of the Armstrong Grocery Co. in New Bern. He formed
the first mail boat line from Beaufort to Ocracoke.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>"Pa's" active life included
service in political office. At one time he was mayor of Beaufort and was
treasurer of Beaufort and Carteret County for years. In 1901 he was elected to
the state legislature for one term.</span></b></span></span></span><br />
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<span face=""><b><span style="font-size: small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> <span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The church, St. Paul's Episcopal, where he
was a lifelong member, claimed much of "Pa's" energies. He was
superintendent of the Sunday school for 35 years. Whenever the church was
without a minister, he acted as lay reader, refusing to let the doors be
closed. He was vestryman for more than 60 years and honorary senior warden for
life.</span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>Young Nelson Whitford Taylor married Mary
Catherine Buckman, now affectionately known as "Ma" on February 24,
1881. Both "Pa" and "Ma" were born in Beaufort, and their forebears
lived here for generations.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span>"Pa"
is survived by his widow, four sons, one daughter, 12 grandchildren, 17 great
grandchildren and one great-great grandson. The latter is Richard Taylor Downes
Jr., 1½, of Providence, R.I.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>Sons are Cecil B. Taylor, Boston, Mass;
Bayard Taylor, Beaufort; N.W. Taylor Jr., Santa Monica, Cal.; and George E. Taylor,
New York City. Mrs. Nannie Hinnant, of Beaufort, is his living daughter, and
another daughter, Mrs. Elizabeth O'Bryan, is deceased.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>"Ma" will be 88 in November.</span></b></span><br /></span></span>
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</span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>"Pa" was born on overlooking the waterfront, on Sept. 7, 1856, the son of George W. Taylor and Sidney
Ann Taylor. His mother was a Bragg and a cousin of Gen. Braxton Bragg and Gov.
Thomas Bragg, of North Carolina. "Pa" was also related to Zachary
Taylor, president of the United States.</span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span face=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span>"Pa" attended the Newport
Academy and the Beaufort school, and was chairman of the town school board for
years. While a young man, he was a member of the Beaufort home guard. He walked
down Front Street his last time on April 1. </span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span><b><span><span style="color: #666666;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span face=""><span style="color: #444444;"> <span>In <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Historic
Beaufort, North Carolina, A Unique Coastal Village Preserved</i>, by Mary
Warshaw, Francis Borden Mace wrote, "Ma and P' Taylor were like second
parents to many of the children of Beaufort and the area around it.</span> <span>Once, a
letter from Europe addressed only to 'Ma and Pa Taylor, North Carolina, USA,'
was safely delivered! I was especially close to them because Ma was my Sunday
school teacher and I played with her many grandchildren</span></span><span> <span style="color: #444444;">in the neighborhood."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The Russell House once stood on the south side of the Josiah Bell House, </span><br />
<span>but was removed from the property, that would become the "Beaufort Restoration." </span><br />
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<span> </span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>In "Memories of Beaufort in the Nineties," Thomas Carrow wrote, "Uncle George Russell, who had previously run a farm on New Bern Road, came to town sometime about 1890, possibly a little earlier, and set up a store and boarding house that later expanded into the Russell House." </span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>An excerpt from the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Founding
of the Beaufort Historical Association: Early Days</i>:</span></span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>“In 1963, the association realized little progress could be
made with less than a thousand dollars in the bank. In December of that
year, a decision was made to mount a major fund-raising drive for the
"Beaufort Restoration." A grant of $200 was received by the
association from the N.C. Society for the Preservation of Antiquities. The
money was used to print a four-page brochure outlining plans for the
restoration. Brochures were distributed at a series of fund-raising
meetings, and mailed to former Beaufort residents living out of town. The
restoration was a new concept and the brochure contained a sketch showing
location of buildings as well as a description of the steps to be followed to
take the project to completion.</span></span></span></b></div>
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</span></span></b><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">“Beaufort’s former mayor, William H. Potter, headed the
campaign. At the first meeting in January 1964, at St. Paul's Parish
House, Mr. Potter told his audience that the restoration was not a project for
Beaufort residents only "but for all people interested in the heritage
embodied by the town." Mr. Potter outlined the organizational
plan. Four divisions, consisting of 12 persons each, were set up,
headed by Braxton Adair, Mrs. Charles Cheek, Jim Wheatley, and Miss Lena
Duncan.</span></span></b> ...</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">J.C. Manson House c.1825</span></span></b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Josiah Bell House c.1825</span></span></b></td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>“Those homes, in the 100 block of Turner Street, were the
Ruby Becton house, known as the red Joseph Bell House [now J.C. Manson
House] on the west side of the street, and the Avery, Thomas [Josiah Bell
House], and Everett houses on the east side of the street. The Joseph Bell
House was restored [and re-plaqued as the John Cooper Manson House]. The Avery House, north of the Thomas House, was removed, as
was the Everett House, a boarding house in the 1940s that once stood on the
south side of the Thomas House. </span></span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>“Mr. Tarlton commented on the opportunity, in the vicinity
of a restoration, for antique shops, museums and restaurants. The "Beaufort
Restoration," as it is today, carries out the basic plan, as proposed in 1964,
except for a shell road.</span></span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>“A brochure noted, ‘The Beaufort Restoration is a plan to
set up, near the downtown area of Beaufort, a group of old Beaufort houses and
shops. It will recreate a portion of the town as it would have appeared to
the seafaring men of the 1700s as they sailed through Old Beaufort
Inlet. The area which has been selected includes the center of Old Town,
originally the site of the market place and the stage coach stop from New Bern. The
village, which is proposed, would be open to the public on a regular basis, for
sightseeing, for educational purposes, and to history buffs.’ </span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> </span></span></span></b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nathan Fuller House c.1831</span></span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>“The brochure described the phases of development. The
first, purchase of the Bell House; the second, purchase of the Thomas,
Everett and Avery properties, and the third phase, purchase of old Beaufort
shops and homes which become available because of encroachment or through other
circumstances. They would be moved to the restoration grounds, set up and
restored as they would have appeared when they were first constructed.” (Ruth
Barbour)</span></span></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>Houses purchased which REMAINED in
their original location </span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>on the "Beaufort Restoration" </span></span></b></span></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>JOHN COOPER MASON HOUSE circa 1825 (originally believed to be the Joseph Bell
House) was restored in 2001. </span></span></span></b></li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>JOSIAH BELL HOUSE circa 1825 remained in the Bell family until purchased by
Charles Walter Thomas Sr. before 1930. In 1964, the house was purchased by the
Beaufort Historical Association for $10,500.</span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></b></li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>NATHAN FULLER HOUSE circa 1831 is the administration office for the Beaufort
Historical Association.</span></span></span></b></li>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>Houses and buildings MOVED to the
“Beaufort Restoration”</span></span></b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTV2gFMlZSNO3v87kRbau6E8qtHvcRZq9O4Y-VQc9sjBos2rIaFcBJiR2gYE4pUHxvwytko-q2f36uLsaIfNRscPQe4UqpjRuDOKlb5BgnzhHZokOUv3wPRw9r7sJbJHsRU9TVQ/s1600/Capture.JPGLeffers.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>About
1975, the R. RUSTELL HOUSE, plaqued circa 1732, (Mattie King Davis Gallery) was
moved from the west side of Craven Street near the corner of Front Street. Though plaqued for "Rustell" [Richard Rustull], this house was likely built by William Dennis before
1770. In his 1800 will, he left Old Town lot #13 to family “to be rented out.” In
1802, the Dennis family deeded the lot to Jechonias Pigott, “with premises and
all out buildings." (<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Since this could be
one of the oldest houses in Beaufort, a dendrochronological study could determine
the approximate building date.) See <a href="https://beaufortartist.blogspot.com/2010/03/richard-rustull-house-circa-1732.html">MORE... <br /></a></span></span></span></span></b></li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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</span></span></b><li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>In the 1980s, the LEFFER’S COTTAGE, plaqued circa
1778, was moved from </span></span></span></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTV2gFMlZSNO3v87kRbau6E8qtHvcRZq9O4Y-VQc9sjBos2rIaFcBJiR2gYE4pUHxvwytko-q2f36uLsaIfNRscPQe4UqpjRuDOKlb5BgnzhHZokOUv3wPRw9r7sJbJHsRU9TVQ/s1600/Capture.JPGLeffers.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="437" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTV2gFMlZSNO3v87kRbau6E8qtHvcRZq9O4Y-VQc9sjBos2rIaFcBJiR2gYE4pUHxvwytko-q2f36uLsaIfNRscPQe4UqpjRuDOKlb5BgnzhHZokOUv3wPRw9r7sJbJHsRU9TVQ/s200/Capture.JPGLeffers.JPG" width="200" /></a><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>New Town lot #12, the NW corner of Front and Live Oak
streets. Samuel Leffers purchase lot #12 on September 13, 1775; he sold it on
September 12, 1776, including a “singular premises.” However, though plaqued 1778, the
house was not built until two or three decades after Leffers’ death in 1822. (Early Domestic Architecture in Beaufort, North Carolina, Williamsburg Field Study 2012) See <a href="https://beaufortartist.blogspot.com/2007/02/remembering-samuel-leffers-1736-1822.html">Samuel Leffers </a></span></span></span></b></li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The
<a href="http://beaufortartist.blogspot.com/2008/04/carteret-county-courthouses-history.html">1797 COURTHOUSE</a>, used as home to the Dr. Cramer/Carrow family from about 1843
until it was acquired and moved in 1976.</span></span></span></b></li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<li>
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The
<a href="http://beaufortartist.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-apothecary-shop-1859.html">1859 APOTHECARY</a>, built by Dr. Cramer, adjacent to the converted 1797 Courthouse
on the north side of Ann Street, was purchased by Dr. Josiah B. Davis in 1864
and move across the street adjacent to his home; it was also used by his son
Dr. George Davis. The building was moved in 1974.</span></span></span></b></li>
</ul><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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</span></span></b><li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The
<a href="http://beaufortartist.blogspot.com/2014/01/1829-jail.html">1829 JAIL</a>, originally built by Elijah </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>Whitehurst on the NE side of Courthouse
Square, was moved in 1977.</span></span></span></b></li>
</ul>
Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-41613910296566779502019-12-10T17:04:00.005-05:002022-01-06T10:01:10.562-05:00Humphrey Family, Holly Grove Dairy and Phillips Island<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>J.W. Humphrey</b></span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>John William Humphrey (1884‒1942) was born in Craven County, NC to John W. Humphrey and Julia Eleanor Arnold. On December 22, 1910, John
William Humphrey married Eva Lane Pittman (1886‒1973). They were parents
of John "Jack" Pittman Humphrey (1913‒2002), Harriette "Hattie" Lee
Humphrey (1914‒2004), Marjorie Faye Humphrey (1918‒2015), and Robert
William Pittman Humphrey (1922‒1977), all born in Clarks, Craven County.</b></span><span><br /><b> </b></span><br />
<span><b>About 1925, John William and Eva Humphrey moved the family to Beaufort, where they owned and operated Holly Grove Dairy "in the outskirts of Beaufort near the Beaufort Atlantic Highway" (<i>The Beaufort News</i> 1939). </b></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>In 1941, the Humphrey family purchased 217 Front Street. Members of the
Humphrey family owned and lived here until 2007. </b></span><br />
<span><b>The home, the Thomas-Humphrey House circa 1909, was built by Thomas Thomas (1883‒1937), on the site
of "the old Manney house," which Thomas purchased for $1950. ( Thomas Thomas, son
of William Alonzo Thomas and Rosetta Howland Manney, was the grandson of Capt. Thomas Thomas and Martha Dudley Murray.)</b></span><br />
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<b><span>On December 26, 1938, John William and Eva Humphrey’s daughter "Hattie" married Llewellyn Phillips </span><span><span>(1903‒1998), born in Morehead City to Herbert Orlanda
Phillips and Mattie H. Hancock. </span></span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b>"Hattie" Lee Humphrey</b></span></span></span></td></tr>
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<b><span><span>"Hattie" graduated from East Carolina
Teachers College; the 1934 year book noted her as President of Student
Government Association, among other superlatives. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span><span>Llewellyn Phillips </span>graduated from the University of North Carolina with a
law degree. By 1930, he was recorded at 1006 Evans Street in Morehead
City and noted as a lawyer in private practice. </span></b><br />
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<b><span>By 1940, Llewellyn and "Hattie" were living on Evans Street with his mother Mattie Phillips.
Llewellyn and his brother H. Orlanda Phillips were recorded as partners
in "fish scrap manufacturing."</span></b><br />
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<b><span>In 1932, the Phillips brothers purchased Newport Fisheries menhaden plant, including the factory and gear for $2,701. </span></b><br />
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<b><span>The old fish plant burned in September 1953.</span></b><br />
<b><span>(Menhaden plant chimney, Phillips Island, courtesy Bland </span><span>Simpson, July 2004)</span></b></span></span><b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><span><span face=""><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face="">1606 Hondius Map recorded the <span style="background-color: white;"><i>Cwareuuock </i>territory</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><span><span face=""><span><span face=""><i>Cwareuuock </i>shows an Algonquian ending -<i>euuock</i>, which </span></span></span></span><span><span face=""><span><span face="">roughly </span></span></span></span></span><span><span face=""><span><span face=""><span style="background-color: white;">translated "people of" or "land of <i>Cwar</i>."</span> (Blair A. Rudes, UNC Charlotte, <i>The First Description of an Iroquoian People: Spaniards among the Tuscaroras before 1522</i>) </span></span></span></span></b><br /></span></span>
</p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">"The <i>Coree</i>...had been greatly reduced in a war
with another tribe before 1696, and were described by Archdale as having
been a bloody and barbarous people. John Lawson refers to them as <i>Coranine</i>
Indians, but in another place calls them <i>Connamox</i> and gives them two
villages in 1701, <i>Coranine</i> and <i>Raruta</i>, with about 125 souls. They
engaged in the <i>Tuscarora </i>War 1711-15, and in 1715 the remnants of the
<i>Coree</i> and <i>Machapunga </i>were assigned a tract on Mattamuskeet Lake, Hyde
County, NC." (O.M. McPherson - Indians of North Carolina 1915, Documenting
the American South)</span></span><span><span face=""> </span></span></b></span></span>
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but the exact spot cannot be given...A deed, date 1725, describes the
tract as follows: "a certain piece of land called ye Indian Town lying
on ye west side of Newport River..."</span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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five years before the Tuscarora War, the Coree had already begun to
roam the coast “from the New River of Onslow…to Core Point and into
their old homeland on the Pamlico south shore of <i>Coree Tuck</i>.” </span></span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<b><span><span face="">Although the earli<span>est settlers, </span>Shackelford, Nelson and others, were relatively safe in their isolation in the Core Sound area, the circumstances of the time were not conducive to more settlement. For several years those south of the Albemarle and <span style="background-color: white;">north of the Neuse River</span> faced a period of not only political strife but conflict with the lower <i>Tuscarora</i> and <i>Coree</i> Indians. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span><span face="">Al Pate described his <i>Coree</i> ancestors as a proud people who refused to return friendship “with every beating they took.” Pate wrote, “The <i>Coree</i> War is the Indian war that’s in the records, that history ignored and historians forgot.”</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span><span face="">The <i>Coree</i> War described by Pate as “a canoe warfare and pitiful delaying action,” started about eight years before the <i>Tuscarora</i> War and lasted another two years after the <i>Tuscarora</i> headed north. </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">The <i>Tuscarora</i>,
outraged over enslavement, land encroachment and the deceitful
practices of the white intruders, were angered at being pushed off their
land--the area of present-day New Bern. King Hancock and his braves,
full of resentment and hatred, murdered Deputy Surveyor John Lawson and
decided to declare war. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span><span face=""><span style="background-color: white;">In September of 1711, according to historian William Powell, King Hancock's warriors, joined by other tribes, including the <i>Coree</i>, "launched an all-out attack along the Neuse and Pamlico, including the town of Bath." </span>The
unsuspecting and untrained colonists, also weak from a poor
drought-caused harvest, were stunned and frightened. Farnifold Green and
others made out their wills. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">In
1712 Governor Thomas Pollock appointed Farnifold Green to help supply
the army in Bath County and to garrison a small militia in the Core
Sound area. Two years later Green’s 1700-acre Neuse River
plantation at Green's Creek (near present-day Oriental) was the site of
a brutal massacre that ended in the death of forty-year-old Farnifold
Green. According to a family historian, also killed were “his son
Thomas, a white servant and two Negroes. Another son was shot through
the shoulder but managed to escape.” </span></span></b><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><br /></span></span></b></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">With help from Colonel John “Tuscarora Jack” Barnwell, Colonel James Moore and their South Carolina troops, including Indians from other tribes, the <i>Tuscarora</i> were finally defeated at <i>Nooherooka</i> in early 1713. The majority of the <i>Tuscarora</i> survivors migrated north and became the sixth nation of the Iroquois Confederacy. The <i>Coree</i>,
as noted by Pate, “grunted at the signing…and hunkered down in their
hideaways, deep in the swamps…while their menfolk harried the Albemarle,
the women and children of the <i>Coree</i> made their way to rich dry hammocks between the pocosins."</span></span></b><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">The continuation of the <i>Coree</i>
War went on until February 11, 1715, when the colonial government
finally returned “a piece of old Pamtico” to the few remaining <i>Coree</i>. However, with names like Core Banks and Core Sound, the <i>Coree</i> left their mark on land south of the Neuse.</span></span></b></span></span></div>
Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-89462992158213262912017-10-26T13:18:00.002-04:002020-09-08T12:18:06.677-04:001893 Report for Breakwater to Protect Town of Beaufort<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">From: The United States Congressional Series Set - Volume 3200</span></span></span></div>
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Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-37555589843666561972017-08-20T15:34:00.003-04:002020-09-08T15:42:18.642-04:00Roberson-Pool House circa 1883<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">The
house at 211 Turner Street was built between 1880 and 1885. Since the
western side of the 200 block belonged to the Roberson family, except
for the Jacob Gibble House on lot 103 (217 Turner Street), and only one
deed of sale has been found (for the southern portion of lot 93), it
stands to reason that Joseph Pigott Roberson, the carpenter, built the
house, the lot perhaps willed to Joseph and his sister Cinderella Pigott
Roberson Pool. Nephew Russell Manson was head of household in 1930.
Therefore, the home was owned by descendants of the Roberson family for
at least fifty years, the lot for about 80 years. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">Malachi
Bell Roberson</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">, son of Joseph Roberson and Sarah Bell, was born January 1, 1802 in North Carolina,
and died</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""> February 14, 1855. On January 20, 1827 Malachi married Sarah Ann Pigott (c.1800</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">‒</span></span></span>1878)</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">,
daughter of Jechonias Pigott (1774</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">‒</span></span></span>1856) and Cinderella Chadwick
(1782</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">‒</span></span></span>1818). This was Sarah Ann Pigott’s second marriage; her first was
to Elijah Bell in 1818. </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""><span><a href="https://north93.blogspot.com/">MORE</a></span>...</span></span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""> </span></span></b></span></p>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-51431176372526025632017-07-20T12:47:00.006-04:002022-01-28T11:20:32.749-05:00Remembering historian Jean Bruyere Kell 1909-2004<div><div class="separator" style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeh7rBbolmxk15nqrTFOL7vajBAEWIBkeq1oi4jrB_XecVVdOZF50wxIMntosCb5H2rrdTJXvJQ0LVJMt2Gv3CqXH1yp8mRG8PMI69E-asBxxxQ2OTehkF6BmbXbgbHazwCI9G/s1600/Scan.JEANKELL+-+Copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeh7rBbolmxk15nqrTFOL7vajBAEWIBkeq1oi4jrB_XecVVdOZF50wxIMntosCb5H2rrdTJXvJQ0LVJMt2Gv3CqXH1yp8mRG8PMI69E-asBxxxQ2OTehkF6BmbXbgbHazwCI9G/w168-h200/Scan.JEANKELL+-+Copy.jpg" width="168" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""><span><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Born in New Jersey to Walter R. Bruyere and Edith Owen, Jean Bruyere Marie Bruyere (1909-2004) m</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span><span><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">arried Copeland Kell in 1927. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span face=""> </span></span></span></span></b></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">During the Great Depression, Jean and husband Copeland Kell lived in an old (long-gone) cottage at 207 Orange Street and </span></span></b><b><span><span face="">kept a cow at the Noe's barn yard near the corner of Orange and Broad Streets. </span></span></b><b><span><span face="">At the time, Jean worked for Miss Nannie Geffroy at St. Paul's School and often sat on the front porch of 201 Ann Street, where Miss Nannie often kept her green parrot. The parrot called her "Ms. Kell."</span></span></b><br />
<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">The first home the Kells purchased in Beaufort was the Owens-Bedford House on Live Oak Street. </span></span></b><b><span><span face="">In 1965, they purchased the
Belcher Fuller House from Laura Esther Thomas. They </span></span><span><span face="">owned the house until 1985, living in the William Borden House next door, while Jean </span></span><span><span face="">operated an antique
shop in the Fuller House. </span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguspSDLX5unabzX010b7cdxBwtdTzRe30ArqRnTYmbyMBjjJ5kGmHuG0xnTz4jeei3V40uVX8zVqtpHqvmBOWxPFtUieaj0Za6tvQP6KPP8RTM6iBNh10ra3lPLMxPdDbBwO5o/s1600/Scan.JEANKELL2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguspSDLX5unabzX010b7cdxBwtdTzRe30ArqRnTYmbyMBjjJ5kGmHuG0xnTz4jeei3V40uVX8zVqtpHqvmBOWxPFtUieaj0Za6tvQP6KPP8RTM6iBNh10ra3lPLMxPdDbBwO5o/s1600/Scan.JEANKELL2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span>Jean later lived at 314 Moore Street, where she invited
people to stop by and have books "autographed at her home - The Little White
House with Blue Shutters."</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Jean's </b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><i>Carteret County News </i></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">obituary, October 6, 2004, revealed much about her life, accomplishments and contributions to the town she loved.</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""> </span></span></b></span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""><span>From her Obituary: </span></span></span></span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">Jean Marie Bruyere Kell, 95, antiquarian, historical researcher, preservationist, author </span></span></b><b><span><span face="">and </span></span><span><span face="">mother
to not only her own children, but to many others who found their way to
her heart, died Monday at Britthaven of Newport. </span></span></b></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><br />Born in 1909 in Glen Ridge, N.J., Mrs. Kell was the daughter of the late Walter Reeve</span></span><span><span face=""> Bruyere and the late Edith Owen Bruyere. It was as the young wife of Copeland Kell that she began her long-lived love of </span><span face="">Beaufort,
St. Paul's Episcopal Church and Carteret County. She was one of the
early leaders of the Beaufort Historical Association, serving for many
years as the chairman of the Antiques Show, an important part of the
annual Old Homes Tour. She was also instrumental in the formation of the
Carteret County Historical Society, the Friends of Fort Macon and the
Carteret County Antiques Club. She served seven years as director of the
Carteret County Chamber of Commerce. She was a charter member of DAR,
Morehead City.</span></span></b><br /></span></span></div><div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">Fascinated by English history and antiques, Mrs. Kell and her husband made yearly trips </span></span><span><span face="">to
Britain, especially enjoying the city of Dartmouth in Devon and making
many friends there. On her returns to Beaufort, she would serve tea in
her antique shop and display her latest acquisitions. During recent
years, Mrs. Kell focused her energy on creating dolls and pillows,
eagerly collected by friends and visitors to the area. On pleasant
evenings, she could often be found sitting on her favorite bench along
the Beaufort waterfront, greeting those who strolled by. In 2002, she
gloried in leading the Beaufort 4th of July Parade as Lady Liberty.<br /><br />Mrs. Kell received many awards and commendations. She was appointed chairman of the </span></span></b><b><span><span face="">Carteret
County Bicentennial Commission in 1992, was designated town historian
for the Town of Beaufort and in 1980 was given an Award of Merit by the
North Carolina Preservation Society. In 2001, she received the Willie
Parker Peace History Award by the North Carolina Society of Historians.
In 2003, Mrs. Kell was recognized as a distinguished citizen and
received the Kathryn Cloud Award from the Beaufort Historical
Commission. In an open forum, she spoke movingly of her love of Beaufort
and of her hopes that the beauty of the town with its many historic
structures would continue to be valued and protected.</span></span></b></span></span><br />
<p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="">Books:<i> </i></span></span></span></b><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><i><span face="">The Pocket Dolly Book (1946) </span></i></span></b></span></span><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyJ9A7TJ-g4Xf0P_UFk1lewuHf-Au-e-lJYAyyPQlhHVV4Fy-u7vu2gZ0_khAVa-60lPNcWROozW2PkhkVoXOVBcW5dOJbrVFMlrp6QMKc3HgflaDyg5hssB5Hzw36ZmwDwMV/s1600/28576_1.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyJ9A7TJ-g4Xf0P_UFk1lewuHf-Au-e-lJYAyyPQlhHVV4Fy-u7vu2gZ0_khAVa-60lPNcWROozW2PkhkVoXOVBcW5dOJbrVFMlrp6QMKc3HgflaDyg5hssB5Hzw36ZmwDwMV/s200/28576_1.JPG" width="149" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">Rare 1946 book</span></span></b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table></li><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><i><span face="">Beaufort, North Carolina in Color</span></i></span><span><span face=""><i> </i></span></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><i>Historic Beaufort, a Pictoral Profile </i></span></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><i>The Old Port Town Beaufort, North
Carolina</i> 1980</span><i><span face=""> </span></i></span><span><i><span face=""> </span></i></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><i><span face="">Love, Goodwill and Affection - </span></i><span face="">A
novel based on facts found in deeds and court records of the 1730s.
This is a story of Janie and other people that really lived in Beaufort.</span><i><span face=""><br /></span></i></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><i><span face="">North Carolina's Coastal Carteret County During the American Revolution </span></i><span face="">1975 - Edited by Jean Kell, who wrote 6 or the 11 chapters.</span></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><i>Carteret County During the Civil War</i> (editor)</span></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><i>When the Pirates Came to Beaufort</i> (1982) - The story of the 1747 pirate invasion.</span></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""><b><i>When the British Came to Beaufort</i> (1992) - The story of the British landing in 1782</b>.</span></span></span></span></li>
</ul>
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""><span>Who's Who</span>: </span></span></span></span></b><br /></div></div><div>
<ul type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""><i>Who's Who in Writers, Editors
& Poets</i>. United States & Canada. Third edition,</span></span></b><b><span><span face=""> 1989-1990. Edited
by Curt Johnson. Highland Park, IL: December Press, 1989. </span></span></b></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<b>
</b>
</span></span><li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""><b><i>Who's Who in Writers, Editors
& Poets</i>. United States & Canada. Fourth edition, 1992-1993. Edited
by Curt Johnson. Highland Park, IL: December Press, 1992. </b></span></span></span></span></li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span></ul><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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</div></div>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-87212099517609127552017-05-21T19:59:00.006-04:002022-07-14T19:00:29.618-04:00Early Beaufort Public Schools<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span>The 1913 Sanborn Map showed a "Public School" on the west side of Turner </span></span><br />
<span face=""><span> Street, across from the new (1907) Courthouse.</span></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span> </span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="" style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span>1916 BEAUFORT GRADED</span> <span>SCHOOL</span> </span></span></span><b><span face=""><span> </span></span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span> Graded School - High School Freshman Class - 1925</span></span></b></span></span></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>1925 Basketball Team <br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>_____________________________________</span></span></b><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>By 1926/27, the school needed more classrooms. The graded school building </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></span><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>was purchased by the county and became the Courthouse Annex.</span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><span><span>1927 BEAUFORT</span> <span>GRADED</span> <span>SCHOOL</span></span></span></span></span></span><b><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>A new school (first grade through high school) </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>was built on the north side of Mulberry Street, at corner of Live Oak.</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_fDyT7fTGvnleJHg_ar7AlkmE1e91B5bVVvXV1_NjaG_d8zxrEDJFeXat8_wh1AeNzIeiyrZi_xBCcXL5l96B82_Nu-L3vV8OKon9mEVPp3kV20N5CHPA7-GhdBCNGExxMy_aw/s1600/Capture.JPGHighSchoolThatBurned1945.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_fDyT7fTGvnleJHg_ar7AlkmE1e91B5bVVvXV1_NjaG_d8zxrEDJFeXat8_wh1AeNzIeiyrZi_xBCcXL5l96B82_Nu-L3vV8OKon9mEVPp3kV20N5CHPA7-GhdBCNGExxMy_aw/s640/Capture.JPGHighSchoolThatBurned1945.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span> </span></span></b></span></span><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><u>After 18 years - in 1945, the 1927 Mulberry Street Graded School burned</u>. </span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span> </span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCCBlLoP8JSoT0sqxx48fj0BSjmp5uwe5LsHedvVvcjLuTsHLw_h-P3dAZzdz2RccpQO0Xtvk0R6gNOY3U_VjFfOucwx2kKmGdYmFDZCqKFQMaWYNZLZwVYFuSK6R48dLuGJCbw/s1600/Capture.JPG215PollockPolice.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCCBlLoP8JSoT0sqxx48fj0BSjmp5uwe5LsHedvVvcjLuTsHLw_h-P3dAZzdz2RccpQO0Xtvk0R6gNOY3U_VjFfOucwx2kKmGdYmFDZCqKFQMaWYNZLZwVYFuSK6R48dLuGJCbw/w200-h145/Capture.JPG215PollockPolice.JPG" width="200" /></a></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1N9dwXWqAjEbwD3PPRlUX_Gs3KwVqyzg2GDVWRjrFQHn5X2ND78iYj_02Kp8KXSCSRF6dBg61q7jw6NNp9CfE-ymq-8BhX7EPhf7D6fEAPNMy2IC02Q8JPZl-niPsjWGMXx0elQ/s1600/Capture.JPG1927facadezoom.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1N9dwXWqAjEbwD3PPRlUX_Gs3KwVqyzg2GDVWRjrFQHn5X2ND78iYj_02Kp8KXSCSRF6dBg61q7jw6NNp9CfE-ymq-8BhX7EPhf7D6fEAPNMy2IC02Q8JPZl-niPsjWGMXx0elQ/w103-h200/Capture.JPG1927facadezoom.JPG" width="103" /></a>When the 1927 school burned in 1945, the
Gothic Revival entrance with arched door surround, Gothic paneled
pilasters, and low-relief quatrefoils were saved and reused in building
the c.1945 Town Hall at 215 Pollock Street.</span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><span>1946 BEAUFORT</span> <span>GRADED SCHOOL</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;">After the 1945 fire, a new school was built at the Mulberry Street location in 1946.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;">It later became Beaufort High School, then Beaufort Elementary School.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><b><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></u></div>
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<span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>Beaufort Elementary School on Mulberry</span></span></span><b> </b></span></span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><span><span>2004 Survey and Research Report</span></span> </span></span><br />
<span face=""><span><span>Beaufort Preservation Commission</span></span></span></span></span><span face=""><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The school was originally constructed in 1927 as the Beaufort Graded School. The building burned in 1945, but was rebuilt in 1946 on the same site.</span></span></b><b><span face=""><span> </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span face=""><span>On August 7, 1926 plans for the Beaufort Graded School for white children were adopted by the Board of Trustees. The school was designed by Architect J.M. Kennedy and cost $129,000. The building included 20 classrooms and an auditorium that seated 1,400 people. The structure was 2 stories high with a wing extending to the rear of the building. The new school opened its doors on September 15, 1927 with a celebration that included over 1,000 people demonstrating the overwhelming and ongoing community support for the facility. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>In December of 1935 the Beaufort High School Gym was added to the school complex. As noted above, the project was completed under the Works Progress Administration (WPA) program, at a cost of $18,000.</span></span></b><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>On Sunday, February 4, 1945 the Beaufort Graded School burned from an un-determined cause that even today is thought to be suspicious in nature. The only remaining element of the school is the decorative façade, which was saved and now forms the entrance of Beaufort’s Town Hall on Pollock Street. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>According to the February 15, 1945 edition of The Beaufort News, Chairman Raymond Ball and members of the Board of School Trustees of Beaufort Township “asked T.G. Leary, principal to make a rough sketch of a suitable building and work with architect B.H. Stevens and County School Superintendent, J.G. Allen. Mr. Leary’s plans envisioned a two-story building similar in design to the one which burned yet large enough to meet current school needs.” </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The plans included a forty-room building with rest rooms, principal’s office, teacher’s rest rooms, and storage space. To save expenses, the building was to be void of monumental and ornate decoration. The cost of the new building was $250,000.</span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>According to the May 31, 1945 issue of The Beaufort News, “The Beaufort Township graded school building soon to be erected on the site of the brick and wood building destroyed by fire last February will be noteworthy for its fire proof rated construction and its superb architectural proportions. Its scholastic efficiency achieved at remarkably low cost and its innovations in line with modern methods of education, which will include a manual training shop, a cafeteria, visual education, commercial and agricultural departments. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>Overall size of the new building will be only slightly larger than that of the old but architectural genius has utilized available space, with an efficiency which will produce a building functionality larger than that of the old by nearly twenty-five per cent. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The building will be devoid of monumental and ornate gee-gaws, the County Board of Education in agreement with the architect, B. H. Stephens, that fancy work which would run cost of the building up without adding to its scholastic value can well be dispensed with in a building combining both in excellent proportion and color. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The building will be of brick similar in color and texture to the brick of the old and trimmed in stone of whiter finish than that in the old. Translucent glass brick, steel concrete with use of wood held to a minimum partly because of its fire hazard qualities, its high cost and War Production Board disapproval, will be other structural elements. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The school will have a front 42 feet longer than the old building. The wings will be slightly shorter, partly compensating for the increased length. This, with an improved arrangement of rooms and stairways, will provide additional capacity without greatly increasing the actual ground area. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The auditorium and stage will extend about 35 feet deeper. The auditorium is an independent building but so connected with the building that a person will be unable torealize the separation due to a spacious lobby. On the first floor a passage from the second floor of the school building to the balcony of the auditorium which is placed straight across the rear of the auditorium and so arranged that a full view of the stage is afforded from each of the building’s 240 seats. Pitched to ensure clear stage vision, the ground floor will contain 754 seats. The stage will be 18 feet deep. The ceiling will be 22 feet from the floor at the stage wall. </span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>These features were made possible by the architect whose plans call for placing the new building eight feet east of the site of the old. This location was selected also to provide a better foundation and to present the building with a more prominent approach. The end of the building will be visible the length of Live Oak Street.” </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The article further reveals that “the building was to be the epitome of building economy even to include use of as much salvage material from the old building as possible without affecting the permanence and appearance of the new building.”</span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The school is probably best known for its remarkable accomplishments in basketball. Its “Seadogs” achieved a 91-game winning streak and maintained a win-loss record of 368-75 in the 1950s and 1960s. According to experts, this winning record will most likely stand permanently in North Carolina sports history. The Seadogs were the “winningest” boys’ basketball team in the History of North Carolina. The team was the only Class 1-A school in North Carolina to garner three consecutive state championships.</span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The record included a State Class A Consolation Championship in 1953-1954, a State Class A Championship in 1954-1955, and State Class A Championships in 1958-1959, 1959-1960, and 1960-1961 game seasons, resulting in perfect 27-0, 24-0, 25-0 records, respectively. The Seadogs also won State Class AA 3rd Place in 1963-1965, and State Class AA District Runners-Up in 1964-1965. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>The coach of these outstanding teams was Thomas McQuaid, who has recently been recommended for the North Carolina High School Athletic Association’s Hall of Fame by numerous former students and players. Perhaps the most prominent supporter of Coach McQuaid’s nomination is none other than the renowned University of North Carolina Basketball Coach, Dean Smith. Coach McQuaid’s selection for the Hall of Fame is pending. </span></span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face=""><span>When approached about the secret of his accomplishment with the Seadogs, Coach McQuaid attributed the team’s success to their years in grammar school (Beaufort Elementary School) and its basketball program for 9-12-year olds, which also had three undefeated seasons. The coach explained that community and parental involvement, support, and interest were also integral to the players’ drive to succeed.</span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<b><span face=""><span>The school was also very progressive in the classroom implementing methods not unlike those in the famous Montessori Schools popular between 1907 and the 1930’s that promoted freedom and spontaneity. In this regard Beaufort Graded School had the only known canine to attend the fourth grade and be officially promoted to the fifth. (Attachment E.) “Brownie” Chappell attended the fourth grade class of Miss Lessie Arrington with his student owner during the 1937-38 school year. At the end of the year Brownie was promoted with the other students to the fifth grade. Although Brownie attended the fifth, sixth, and seventh grades with his master for a few days at the beginning of each year, he always returned to “Miss Lessie’s” fourth grade class for the remainder of the year and did so until his death.12[12] Both “Miss Lessie” and Brownie are legendary figures in the history of Beaufort Graded School.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span face=""><span>Probably Beaufort’s most famous citizen, Michael J. Smith, attended Beaufort Graded School. Cdr. Smith was a Navy pilot and astronaut, who tragically lost his life in the Challenger explosion on January 28, 1986. A football player, named the “Best Blocker” on the 1962-63 team, Mike was known to stop in the middle of practice when an airplane flew over the field. His coach remembers that Mike would watch it until it was out of sight. This was likely the place that helped to inspire his love of aviation that eventually led him to become a Naval aviator, test pilot, and astronaut.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span face=""><span>The school produced several outstanding athletes in addition to its remarkable basketball players. One of the most noteworthy is George Brooks, Jr., Class of 1934, who became a pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals baseball team.</span></span></b></span></span><br />
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<b><span face=""><span>For all of the reasons outlined above, the Beaufort Graded School was, and is today, a source of great pride for the community and treasured by those who attended it, taught in it, supported it, and administered its educational programs. The community is dedicated to the preservation of the school and its designation as a local landmark. </span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span face=""><span><b>In September 1768, two deeds were registered for Old Town Lot 28, one from Beaufort Commissioners to Nathaniel Sloo, the other deed from Sloo to Solomon Shepard's <span face="">bride-to-be</span> Jane Miles. As noted in the 1777 sale to William Fisher, Jane and Solomon Shepard had improved the lot with a house. (<span face="">Lt. Col. Solomon Shepar<span face="">d <span face="">was </span>listed as one of the Field Officers of the Minute Men during the Revolution.)</span></span></b></span></span><br />
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<span face=""><span><b><span face="">Before 1773</span>, Solomon Shepard's brother Jacob She<span face="">pard </span>and wife Sarah Lewis<span style="color: #cc0000;">*</span> moved into the house, perhaps with his brother Solom<span face="">o</span>n's family. </b></span></span><br />
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<b><span face="">Solomon Shepard (1728‒1780) was the son of David Shepard and Sarah Jarratt. David Shepard (c.1700‒1774) first purchased land in Carteret County in 1723; he lived on Bogue Sound and the mouth of Goose Creek (later Shepard's Point).<br /> </span></b><br />
<b><span face="">Capt. Charles Manly Biddle (1745–1821) wrote of the year 1778 and the house of Jacob Shepard and wife Sarah Lewis, "Here it was I first became acquainted with Miss Hannah Shepard, who I afterwards married. Mr. Jacob Shepard</span><span face=""><span face=""> [1733–1773]</span>, the father of Miss Shepard, had been a respectable merchant of Newbern, and removed here on account of his health. Taking a voyage to Philadelphia, he was seized soon after with the smallpox and died in a few days [June 16, 1773]. His widow, finding this a very healthy place, concluded to reside here." <br /> </span></b><br />
<b><span face="">Charles Biddle and Hannah Shepard (1758–1825) married November 25, 1778. During their 1½ years in Beaufort during the Revolution, Biddle became a leader and helped build a town fort. The couple lived in "a small house belonging to an uncle of Mrs. Biddle, being the first house as you entered from the eastward." </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face="">Cotton-broker David Sanders had a cotton gin on Front Street.</span></b><br /></span></span>
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</tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><b>Born in Onslow County in 1844 to Eli Walter Sanders and Belinda Ajax Eason, in 1865 David Simmons Sanders married Emily Frances Sabiston, daughter of William Sabiston and Susan Jane Furlow (113 Moore). </b></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><b>David Sander's paternal grandmother, Mary Ann Burns, wife of John Sanders, was the sister of privateer Otway Burns.</b></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuGeRaHypQQ3bunwkNbLBblB_Ze8KpucAAJmyzIdsE2HoXM9WkCQGY5bpN4-rkE7KfPuWvPnqkqnkw_Zczq6OxHlTJByaPdhYKDoz4XdHsCvOElCal1V_lNfBjT4qvI0kiDol1w/s1600/Capture.JPGLottieSanders.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuGeRaHypQQ3bunwkNbLBblB_Ze8KpucAAJmyzIdsE2HoXM9WkCQGY5bpN4-rkE7KfPuWvPnqkqnkw_Zczq6OxHlTJByaPdhYKDoz4XdHsCvOElCal1V_lNfBjT4qvI0kiDol1w/s200/Capture.JPGLottieSanders.JPG" width="175" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><b>David and Emily's daughter Charlotte Vance Sanders</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""><span><b> (1879–1951) was the last Sanders in the home. "Miss Lottie" Sanders was superintendent of Ann Street Methodist children's church school in 1941; in 1950, the Lottie Sanders Building named in honor of her years of service. </b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face=""> <br /></span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span><span face="">The home was later owned by Evelyn Marie Chadwick (1911–1986), widow of Harvey Ward Smith (1908–1976), who was well known in the menhaden fishing industry. Evelyn Marie Chadwick was born in Beaufort to Richard Whitehurst Chadwick and Maude Hunter Quick. In the 1980s, Mrs. Smith donated land on Front Street for a new maritime museum; opened in 1985, the museum displays many artifacts collected by Mr. Smith. In 1982, Mrs. Smith donated the old Paul Motor Company across from the museum; this was converted for boat building and later named the Harvey W. Smith Watercraft Center. Harvey Ward Smith has an inscription "Grand Master of Masons of North Carolina 1960" on his gravestone in St. Paul's Episcopal Church Cemetery.</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face="">In <i>Carteret County during the American Revolution 1765-1785</i>, </span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span face="">Jean Bruyere Kell wrote of Solomon Shepard: </span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
<span face=""><br /> <b>The first record of activity growing out of these new concerns of the people of the County details the election of delegates to the First Provincial Congress, held in New Bern on August 25, 1774. William Thompson and <u>Solomon Shepard</u>, of Carteret County, took part in passing the resolutions of the Congress. <br /> ...The Second Provincial Congress, held in New Bern on April 3rd, was also attended by William Thompson and <u>Solomon Shepard</u>.<br /> ...When the Third Provincial Congress was called at Hillsborough August 20, 1775, there were five men representing Carteret County: John Easton, William Thompson, Brice Williams, <u>Solomon Shepard </u>and Enoch Ward.<br /> ...The Assembly appointed field officers for the companies of 50 men to be called minute men. The officers appointed for the company to be raised in Carteret County were William Thompson, Col.; <u>Solomon Shepard, Lt. Col</u>.; Thomas Chadwick, First Major; and Malachi Bell, Second Major.<br /> ...Carteret County was represented by William Thompson, <u>Solomon Shepard</u> and John Blackhouse when the Fourth Provincial Congress met at Halifax on April 23, 1776.<br /> ...During the Congress, a letter from the Committee of Beaufort in Carteret County was referred to a committee whose members were John Campbell, William Thompson, James Coor, Matthew Locke, Thomas Person, John Spicer and <u>Solomon Shepard</u>. <br /> ...The Fifth Provincial Congress met in Halifax on November 12, 1776. Those sent from Carteret County were <u>Solomon Shepard</u>, Brice Williams, John Easton, William Borden, and Thomas Chadwick. During the session, which was not adjourned until December 23rd, the Declaration of Rights (Bill of Rights) was adopted (on December 15th) and on December 17th the North Carolina State Constitution. </b></span><br />
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<span face=""><span style="color: #cc0000;">*</span><b>The Old Burying Ground tour guide brochure <u>inaccurately</u> reads:<span face=""> </span>Sarah Gibbs (d.1792) & Jacob Shepard (d.1773) – Sarah was married to Jacob Shepard, a seaman. Jacob’s ship went to sea, but never returned. He was presumed to be dead. Later, Sarah married Nathaniel Gibbs and had a child with him. After an absence of several years, the shipwrecked Jacob Shepard unexpectedly returned to Beaufort to find his wife married to another man. The two men agreed that Sarah would remain with Gibbs as long as she lived, but must spend eternity at the side of Jacob Shepard.</b></span><br />
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<b><span face=""> </span><span face="">T<span face="">HE FACTS</span> on Sarah L<span face="">ewis<span face="">, </span>Jacob Shepard and Nathaniel Gibbs</span>:</span></b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TD27OSNR2UD5LW2Hj7exBLnd7moZqNQcAcVSTTfjqd8N1EY-pXvgQDDF2D6vkOlsM0IqFY7hxnPJRakj_34c8vdJOMUefjkHk_ZnLkfb2DYTK4BXDFfqIbKrwxxX5Z0eZ7bP3w/s1600/Capture.JPGSarahGibbs.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TD27OSNR2UD5LW2Hj7exBLnd7moZqNQcAcVSTTfjqd8N1EY-pXvgQDDF2D6vkOlsM0IqFY7hxnPJRakj_34c8vdJOMUefjkHk_ZnLkfb2DYTK4BXDFfqIbKrwxxX5Z0eZ7bP3w/s200/Capture.JPGSarahGibbs.JPG" width="168" /></a><b><span><span face="">Before 1753, Sarah Lewis (c.1740‒1792)</span><span face=""><span face=""> </span>married Jacob Shepard (1733‒1773)</span>. <span face="">After
Jacob Shepard's death from smallpox in 1773, widow Sarah married
Nathaniel Gibbs (who first married Mary Whitehurst). After Sarah's
death, Gibbs married Alice Easton in 1795. Gibbs died in 1806 and was
buried in Washington, Beaufort County. Of Jacob and Sarah’s children,
their daughter Hannah met and married Capt. Charles Biddle when he
sailed into Beaufort during the Revolution and helped build a small
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The "Russell House" once stood on the south side of the Josiah Bell House, </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">now the front lawn of the </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"</span></span>Beaufort Restoration.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"</span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Early photo of the "Russell House," courtesy Beaufort Historical Association.</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>In </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"</span></span>Memories of Beaufort in the Nineties,</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"</span></span> Thomas Carrow wrote, "'Uncle' George Russell, who had previously run a farm on New Bern Road, came to town some time about 1890, possibly a little earlier, and set up a store and boarding house that later expanded into the 'Russell House.' The genius of that house was 'Miss Helen,' the wife of George Russell. Of all the men and women I have known in the South or the North, I can recall not a single one who was more industrious than 'Aunt' Helen Russell."<br /> </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">George Allen Russell (1853‒1919) </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">was born at Russell’s Creek</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> to John Lott Russell and Catherine Oglesby. Interestingly, George's 4th great-grandfather, Richard Rustull (abt1669‒1761), was the 2nd owner of the town of Beaufort, who purchased the town acreage from Robert Turner in 1720 for £150. The name Rustull evolved to Russell with George's grandfather, John Lott Russell (1769‒1860), who married Hannah Jones in 1794.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">About 1881, George Allen Russell married Helen J. Chadwick (1862‒1945), a 3rd great-granddaughter of Samuel Chadwick, who received a whaling license in 1725, the license signed by Richard Rustull.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Russell House was first noted on the 1898 Sanborn Map of Beaufort. On the 1900 and 1910 Beaufort censuses, George Russell was listed as “hotel proprietor” or "keeper of boarding house". </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">1900 census: George A. Russell 46, Helen 37, Mary Lela 18, Georgia Helen 13, and boarders Joseph S. Waters 56, Dameron 33, James E. Dupree 27, Hermon Schur 30, and Harry Deboshey 24.<br /><br />1910 census: George 54, Helen 47, Helen 23, sisters-in-law Margaret A. Russell 60, and Carrie Chadwick 50. <br /><br />1920 census: Helen Russell 58, and sisters Carrie Chadwick 64, Sarah Hellen 68. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In 1901, George and Helen Russell's daughter, Mary Lela Russell married Charles Walter Thomas Sr., son of Thomas Murray Thomas and Laura Pelletier. By 1930, Charles and Lela owned what is known today as the Josiah Bell House, purchased in 1964 by the Beaufort Historical Association as part of the "Beaufort Restoration." <br /> </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the 1940s, the Everett family also operated a boarding house in what was previously known as "The Russell House.” </span></span></b><br />
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Lords Proprietors or the General Assembly, thereby granting permission for it to be established,
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prior to the fall of 1713, permission had been obtained from the Lords
Proprietors to lay out a town by the name of Beaufort. <u>On October 2,
1713</u>, Robert Turner had Deputy-Surveyor Richard Graves lay out the 100-acre town, with 106 lots for sale. <u>Beaufort became North Carolina's 4th oldest town</u> behind 1705 Bath, 1710 New Bern, and 1712 Edenton.</span></span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">(Courtesy State Archives of North Carolina)</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Deputy-surveyor Richard Graves undoubtedly dripped ink on the plan and</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">proceeded to practice with his quill--commenting on the planned town:</span></span></b><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">"Hungry Town"</span></span></b></i></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Historian Charles L. Paul was the first to conduct an in-depth documented </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">study of early Beaufort. The following text has been excerpted from </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Mr. Paul's thesis, <i>Colonial Beaufort: The History of a North Carolina Town</i>.</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="background-color: white;"> Of note: </span> </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="background-color: white;">In
the early 1700s, "Core Sound" included the area surrounding the present
site </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="background-color: white;">of Beaufort and was not restricted to the area that is now known
as Core Sound. </span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The Indians who inhabited the Core Sound area before the white settlers arrived were of</span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> the <i>Coree</i>
tribe. Little is definitely known about the tribe. It may be assumed
that they were once a rather numerous group, but by the time of the
arrival of settlers into their area, their number had been reduced by
inter-tribal conflicts to the extent that John Lawson, surveyor-general
of North Carolina, described them as having only twenty-five fighting
men during the first decade of the eighteenth century.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Before white settlers entered their area, the <i>Coree</i>
had two villages. One of these was located on the north side of the
Straits of Core Sound which separates Harker's Island from the mainland, a
location not more than seven miles east of the present site of Beaufort
nor more than eight miles north of Cape Lookout. The other village was
located on the west side of Newport River, but the exact spot cannot be
given.</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">On December 20, 1707, Farnifold Green obtained the first patent for land in the Core Sound area. The 780-acre patent included
the south end of the peninsula that extends between North River and
Newport River. </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">(Green lived on a large plantation north of Neuse River, near present-day Oriental.) By 1708, Francis and John
Shackelford moved into the area from Essex County, Virginia, and settled on the west side of North River about
four miles northeast of the present site of Beaufort. </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> In 1708, John Nelson was granted a patent for 260 acres "in Core Sound
on the north side of North River."</span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Possibly the Tuscarora War of 1711-1713 delayed the establishment of a town within</span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>Topsail Inlet. Within seven months after the power of the Tuscarora
Indians had been broken in March, 1713, a town was laid out on the
southwest corner of the tract of land which Farnifold Green had obtained
in 1707. In the meantime, Green had sold the land to Robert Turner, a
merchant of Craven Precinct. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Sometime
prior to the fall of 1713, permission had been obtained from the Lords
Proprietors to lay out a town by the name of Beaufort at this site, and
on October 2, 1713, Robert Turner had <a href="http://beaufortartist.blogspot.com/2007/11/richard-graves-lay-of-land.html">Deputy Surveyor Richard Graves</a>
lay out the town. A plat was made of the town by Graves and recorded in
the office of the secretary of the colony. Streets were named;
allotments were provided for a church, a town-house, and a market place;
and lots were offered for sale. <u>On that date, October 2, 1713, Beaufort
came into existence. </u>Though minor alterations were made throughout the
Colonial period, the main characteristics of the plan of the town never
changed. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">The name Beaufort came from Henry Somerset, the 2nd Duke of Beaufort, one of the Lords
Proprietors, who in 1713 was Palatine of Carolina, the chief position
among the Proprietors. Turner Street obtained its name from Robert
Turner, the father of the town. Moore Street was probably named for
Colonel James Moore, who seven months before had brought an end to the
Indian war. Pollock Street was named for Thomas Pollock, acting Governor
of the colony from 1712 to 1714. Both Queen and Ann Streets were</span> <span style="font-size: small;">named
in honor of the then reigning monarch of England, while Orange Street
honored the memory of William III of Orange who had preceded Queen Anne
on the English throne. Craven Street was named in honor of William Lord
Craven, another of the Lords Proprietors. <br /> </span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Though the town of
Beaufort was laid out in 1713 with the permission of the Lords
Proprietors, it was not officially incorporated by the Colonial
government until ten years later. In the meantime, on October 19, 1720,
Robert Turner had sold the 780 acres, which included the town lands, to
Richard Rustull for 150 pounds sterling and had moved to the Pamlico
River area, which might indicate that his investment was not yielding
satisfactory returns. </span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Numerous
lots were sold in Beaufort immediately after it was laid out, but few
of the purchasers made their homes in the town. As late as 1765 it was
described as a town of not more than twelve houses. About 1765, however,
settlement became more substantial, and in the next few years efforts
were made to give Beaufort more of the atmosphere of a well-ordered
town.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Permission
for, the date of, and the men and circumstances connected
with the laying out of the town are mentioned in deeds for lots issued
for the years before Carteret became a precinct in 1722, before the town
was incorporated in 1723.</span>
</span></b><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O<span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">ne of the first deeds, from Robert Turner to Tho Roper, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">sold for twenty shillings. The deed included: <br /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“<i>known by ye number 4 ... a platt taken & made by Richd Graves dept. surveyor, which
platt being recorded in ye survey offices, do represent ye form
& shape off a certain off lands lying & being in Core
Sound layed out by ye sd surveyor ye 2d day off October 1713 &
by ye permission off ye lords proprietors intended for a township by ye
name off Beaufort.</i>” </span></span></b></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Carteret Deed Book D, page 91</span></span></b></td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Charles
L. Paul earned his Assoc. of Arts degree at Chowan College, Bachelor of
Arts degree at Carson-Newman College, Master of Divinity degree at
Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary and a graduate assistantship
as well as Masters of Arts Degree at East Carolina University. He was a
professor of history at Chowan University for 39 years.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">________________________________________</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">See <a href="https://chronicleofhistory.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_1.html">PREFACE</a> of <i> </i></span></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><i>Beaufort North Carolina: </i></span></span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b><span>A Treasury of Significant Town History</span></b></i></span><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36710488.post-33798608053966537072016-08-23T15:03:00.005-04:002022-10-17T23:29:44.762-04:00Descendants of Samuel Thomas<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">1790 Carteret County Census</span></span></td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Samuel
Thomas </u>(25 July 1771-11 Jun 1839) and Mary </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">(1773-1861) married about
1792. Samuel was noted in 1790 census in Carteret County, North Carolina, perhaps in
Beaufort. Children were born in Beaufort.<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>Mary and Samuel were parents of five known children: </span></span></b><br />
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Nancy Thomas</u> (1799-1864) </span></span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Marcus Cicer<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">o T<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">homas</span></span></u> (1801-1853) married Elizabeth
King Duncan in 1825</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Robert S.<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> Thomas </span></u>(1806-1857) married Nancy Fulford, then
Hannah Bell </span></span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Eliza Thomas</u> (1814-1886) married George Walker </span></span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Thomas<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> Thomas </span></u>(1816-1898) married Martha Dudley Murray </span></span></b></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Captain Thomas</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">1816-1898 </span></span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Martha Dudley Murray</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">1819-1893 </span></span></b></td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Capt.
Thomas Thomas</u> married<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>Martha Dudley Murray<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>on August 3, 1841 (bondsman James W. Hunt,
witness David Rumley).</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> In 1858, Thomas purchased 301 Front Street, where he and Martha reared the<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">ir family<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> - there until his death<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> and last occupied by granddaughter Laura Esther Thomas.</span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Martha
Dudley Murray</u> was daughter of Thomas Murray </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">(1795-1868) and Nancy
Roberson Bell (1799-1884), married in 1815. Thomas Murray was born in
Carteret County, the only child of Bartholomew Murray and Martha Dudley.
Nancy Roberson Bell was the daughter of Elijah Bell (1765-1809) and
Mary Gibbons (1780-1857). The Bell family descended from Andrew Bell
(1670-1725), who acquired land in 1708, in what would become Carteret
County.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">It is believed that Martha and Thomas had 16 children; only 5 lived—<u>Isabella, Charles, Samuel, Thomas Murray and
William Alonzo</u><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">:</span></span></span></b><br />
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<li><b><u><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Isabella Thomas</span></span></u><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u> </u>(29 May 1842-27 Jan 1932) married Benjamin Midgett about 1886. </span></span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Charles Thomas</u></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> (21 Nov 1843-10 Apr1871) was a merchant and died at 27. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u> </u></span></span></b></li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Samuel T. Thomas</u> (16 Dec 1845-18 Mar 1932) married Elizabeth Bell. (According
to P.W. Fisher, Samuel was the last Confederate soldier remaining in
Carteret County at the time of his death.) His wife Elizabeth was
daughter of Gideon Cummings Bell and Eliza A. Pigott.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u> </u></span></span></b></li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>Thomas
Murray Thomas</u> (30 Jul 1848-3 May 1940) married Laura Pelletier. His
family was noted in the house at 301 on the 1940 census. Died at 91.
Wife Laura was a great granddaughter of Jerome Pelletier, a French
Huguenot naval officer, born in France about 1740, who stayed in
Carteret County after the Revolutionary War.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> Children: <u>Charles
W., Mary Adeline, Jerry Pelletier, Thomas Murray, Samuel Hughes,<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>Leonidas Elijah, Laura Esther and Phillip Novel Thomas</u>.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> · Laura Esther
Thomas (28 Feb 1890-3 Nov 1986) never married; she died at 96</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> in a
nursing home in Morehead City. It appears that Laura lived at 301 Front
Street from at least 1940, until she went into the nursing home.</span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">
In February 1962, Miss Laura Thomas was one of a dozen citizens who
attended an early Beaufort Historical Association planning meeting; the
BHA officially founded January 25, 1960. Also of note, </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">from about 1930 until his death in 1958, </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Laura's brother, Charles Walter Thomas Sr. (1878-1958), owned the Josiah Bell House <i>circa</i> 1825, at 138 Turner. </span></span></b></li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><u>William Alonzo Thomas </u>(3 May 1850-18 Nov 1915) married Rosetta Howland Manney
(1852-1889) in 1874; they had five children: <u>Julia Manney, Martha
Dudley, Rosebell, Thomas and Samuel Alonzo</u>. Rosetta was daughter of Dr.
James Lente Manney and Julia Ann Fulford. Alonzo’s second marriage was
to Nannie Fletcher Davis; they had one son Alonzo Fletcher Thomas
(1894-1959) and lived</span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">
in the Jacob Henry House, which
the younger Alonzo left to the John Jones family when he died in 1959.
(In 1907, Alonzo and Samuel Alonzo were temporary workers at the Federal
Biological Lab on Piver's Island. Alonzo Jr.? worked in the
administration office from 1920-52.)</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> When
Capt. Thomas died in 1898, his property was divided among his surviving
children and grandchildren; this included many property transactions,
re-allotting quarter shares or giving lifetime use and/or reverting back
to siblings.</span></span></b></li>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Q_ZW71na_6CHaqoi1OtiWzOaYtNgaOckH6kjJoopFLkZHzZhy7P87shcHarw8hNCZmHavzDAN1FYNfEZu9KLAC9AzpoFy8LN3ycSpUoC9M5fUyOOTqVyVyuRAPUtGaYpLZAq/s1600/Capture.JPGGrayMap.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Q_ZW71na_6CHaqoi1OtiWzOaYtNgaOckH6kjJoopFLkZHzZhy7P87shcHarw8hNCZmHavzDAN1FYNfEZu9KLAC9AzpoFy8LN3ycSpUoC9M5fUyOOTqVyVyuRAPUtGaYpLZAq/s400/Capture.JPGGrayMap.JPG" width="400" /></a></b></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Gray's 1880 Map - Capt. Thomas </span>Thomas House at Front & Orange<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">and Cap<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">t. Thomas' </span>w</span>aterfront wharf a block east.</span></span></b></td></tr>
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<b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6JBW0Yf6tv4/Sun7CJDQoyI/AAAAAAAAO7E/r-yQGgE351k/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="232" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398121642588152610" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6JBW0Yf6tv4/Sun7CJDQoyI/AAAAAAAAO7E/r-yQGgE351k/s320/scan0003.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> In her book <i>The Story of the Methodists in the Port of Beaufort</i>,
Amy Muse wrote of Miss Laura Thomas' treasured sacrament ticket for the
third quarter of 1843, issued to her great-grandmother "Miss Mary"
Thomas, signed by John T. Brame.</span></span></b><br />
<b> <span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Laura Esther Thomas (1890-1986) was the daughter of</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>Thomas Murray Thomas (1848-1940) and
Laura Pelletier (1853-1944) </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">married February 21, 1877.<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Thomas Involvement in 1885 School </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> <b>In 1885 a Committee of Citizens leased lots 136, 144, and 152 on the
northwest side of the Court House Square which had been “reserved for an
Academy by an Act of the General Assembly in 1816.” They agreed to pay
an annual rental of $6.00 and were to erect upon it a school building
for white children, the building to cost not less than $1,000.00. The
following were on the Committee: <u>Thomas Thomas</u>, B. L. Jones, W.
F. Dill, William Sabiston, J. B. Davis, N. W. Taylor, S. M. Buckman, S.
J. Moore, Sarch A. Davis, J. B. Jones, J. C. Davis, W. B. Duncan, B. J.
Bell, T. D. Noe, N. L. Carrow, M. R. Geffroy, F. Borden Mace, J. D.
Davis, W. S. Chadwick, R. W. Bell, James R. Bell, and R. W. Bell, Sr.</b></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>This
school was built facing Market Street, now Turner, and for fifteen
years was operated as the Beaufort High School. In 1900, the Methodists
leased the land for ten years with the privilege of renewing for fifty
years and operated it as a Methodist school. The Methodists never
exercised their privilege of renewing their lease for fifty years.
Instead in 1907, after operating the school for only seven years, the
Church sold a strip of land on Broad Street, back of the A.M.E. Zion
Church to the town for $1,250.00 “also that certain school house
building now standing on the public Court House Square in the said town
of Beaufort and commonly called the Beaufort High School Building.” The
trustees signing the deed were <u>T. M. Thomas</u>, C. P. Dey, T. W. Lindsay,
H. C. Jones, C. L. Duncan, B. J. Jones, Charles L. Abernathy, and W. L.
Arrington. (Muse)</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial";"> </span></span></b><br />
<b><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6JBW0Yf6tv4/SURbhcpQ9uI/AAAAAAAAMsc/qR6ihtWIolc/s1600-h/Copy+of+ja18%23005.JPG.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="295" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279445293368145634" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6JBW0Yf6tv4/SURbhcpQ9uI/AAAAAAAAMsc/qR6ihtWIolc/s400/Copy+of+ja18%23005.JPG.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial";">This photo was taken about 1912 on Ann Street, just around the corner from the Thomas house.</span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial";">Note the "ribboned" goat hooked up to the interestingly-designed cart. </span><span style="font-family: "arial";">Nancy McKee Smith’s mother, <u>Louise Gordon Thomas</u>, born in Beaufort in 1906, was about 8 years old.</span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial";">Nancy’s mother went to St. Paul’s School until 1918.</span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial";">The small boys are Louise's twin brothers - <u>Thomas Thomas and Edward Gordon Thomas </u>- born in 1910.</span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The
Thomas Thomas (1883-1937) family lived in the second block of Front
Street,
referred to in a letter from Nancy's mother as “…a wide road made of
oyster shell between the house and the wharves.” <u>Thomas was the eldest
son of William Alonzo Thomas and his first wife, Rosetta Howland Manney</u>. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The
Thomas family plot is in the Old Burying Ground on the north side of
the Methodist Church. Other family members were buried in Ocean View
Cemetery.</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> _______</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">At the beginning of the 20th century, Piver's Island became site of the fisheries laboratory. On May 12, 1900, President Theodore Roosevelt signed an act authorizing the establishment a U.S. Fish Commission Laboratory at Beaufort. Funds were appropriated, but no provision was made for the purchase of land. Through the efforts of Joseph Austin Holmes and Henry Van Peters Wilson, five universities and private donors raised $400, the amount needed to purchase 3-acre Piver's Island. <u>Private donors were Samuel Thomas, Alonzo and Nancy Thomas, Thomas Murray and Laura Thomas, and Benjamin J. and Isabella Thomas Midyette.</u> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span></b>Mary Warshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004031867211507170noreply@blogger.com