Each day brings new opportunities. This morning was a pleasant break in the heat of June. The weather provided a refreshing morning to enjoy the outdoors. Taking a walk gets the blood pumping and thoughts racing. I think about stories told to me way back when, stories I’ve read, and stories I am writing.
Several years ago in a small town of the south, a house was leveled after the property went to the state with no family to inherit. A surprising discovery of a body was uncovered that was buried under the house. The body had been there over 40 years, and rumor was he had run off with his mistress.
That news article has now given me ideas to expand on the story. Small towns of the south can be filled with mystery. Maybe that is why there are so many legends of pirates, especially Blackbeard and ghost stories with no explanation. Some folks have captured these legends and stories for others to read, but I will have to say when I was a child, they were more intriguing when I heard the old-timers tell them on the waterfront. Their accent, pauses, and facial expressions brought those stories to life, and they were embedded into my memories as if I were there watching the events play out. I don’t hear those stories told as much these days, but I still enjoy remembering and sharing with my children. Today with our technology, I can Google those stories, but the realness of being told has faded over the years. It wasn’t like the horror stories and movies of today, no scare of death. These stories, filled with mystery and unexplained results could keep me on the edge of my seat, focused and wanting to hear more and more. It is a time that has passed, but still alive in the memories of some to be shared.
Within the state of North Carolina, I found the legend of the small town of Bath to be intriguing. A curse placed upon the town by Reverend Whitefield. A town that was prospering with its ports and merchants and supposedly the corrupting influence of Blackbeard the pirate (legend has it; that his gold is still buried there), this Reverend was not welcomed with what he had to say to the people. The folks of the town chased him from Bath and told him that he was never to return. Legend has it; he brushed the dust of the town from his shoes and cursed the town that it will never grow. Today, the town remains small with exceedingly little growth. It was the town of Little Washington that began to thrive with its merchants and ports after the town of Bath was cursed.
I can remember listening to the story being told, and it took longer to be told than written. I truly miss the storytellers of the past and their creative inspiration that gave way to my imagination that left a lasting memory.
- Archaeologists Recover Anchor From Blackbeard’s Sunken Pirate Ship (presurfer.blogspot.com)