Thursday, April 17, 2008

Graveyard of the Atlantic

Book Review for today:

Graveyard of the Atlantic by David Stick

Inside the Cover:

This is a factual account, written with the pace of fiction, of hundreds of dramatic losses, heroic rescues, and violent adventures at the stormy meeting place of northern and southern winds and waters – the Graveyard of the Atlantic off the Outer Banks of North Carolina.

Here are tales of ships, captains, crews, and passengers caught up in the terrifying crisis of shipwreck; valuable cargoes which were lost beyond recovery; the dog that rescued a crew; the horse that waded ashore; the willful wrecking of a ship in good weather; cannibalism at sea; Dunbar Davis, who worked day and night to rescue five crews; the great hurricane of 1899 which cast nine vessels on the North Carolina beach in two days; the deserted ship which followed her captain the full length of Diamond Shoals; the Civil War blockade; the loss of the famous Monitor; the one-third of a ship which was towed to port and later re-commissioned; and the only recorded case of childbirth in a lifeboat. From the early sailing ships that foundered on the shoals to the modern oil tankers torpedoed in the U-boat warfare of World War II, the loss of ships off the Outer Banks of North Carolina has spelled tragedy for many, profit for some, and heroism in others.

Shipwrecks are fast becoming memories of the past. For the first time since the earliest settlement of the Carolina Banks, a generation is growing up which has never seen a surfboat of survivors coming through the breakers, or watched a rescue in a breeches buoy, or heard an auctioneer at a vendue of salvaged cargo on the beach. The area which once depended for its livelihood upon ship-wrecks is now grown up with resort beaches, but along this coast, hulls half buried in the sand and sea-encrusted masts visible at low tide recall the drama of the past.

Mr. Stick, a resident of the Outer Banks, brings together a rich history of these maritime adventures from newspaper accounts, official records, and personal interviews with the old-timers who still remember the valiant stories of the past.

A Few Reviews:

“Keen and skilled writing coupled with superb illustrations by the author’s father…an extraordinarily interesting and readable volume…told in intimate detail yet avoiding the macabre.” – Rudder Magazine

“A thrilling record of storm and stress, of cruel seas and shifting sands, of broken ships, tragedy and gallantry is set down in this book…David Stick, who lives on the outer banks, captures the spirit of this treacherous coast. He has done a major research job.” – The New York Times

I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did. I learned so much more than mere facts reported in the usual history. This delved into the human aspect and brought me into the stories.





"Hatteras Journal" by Jan DeBlieu

The men in my family make a yearly pilgrimage to Hatteras for the sole purpose of fishing and enjoying nature at it's most unpredictable. They always have fascinating stories to tell about the one's that got away, but have lots of good eatin' from the one's they bring home! This family ritual inspired me to read a journal from a resident of Hatteras Island. The journal is very detailed with the natural forces experienced during the year 1985.

The book is: "Hatteras Journal" by Jan DeBlieu. She is one of many writers featured on Southern Nature Writers Website.

Review on back cover by George Reiger, author of Wanderer on My Native Shore says: "HATTERAS JOURNAL should be required reading for all coastal conservationists. Although Ms. DeBlieu's examples are restricted to North Carolina's Outer Banks, their values and lessons apply anywhere along our Atlantic shore."

Excerpt Chapter Nine A FEVER FOR DRUM

At the end of a narrow, east-west road in Rodanthe, the Hatteras Island fishing pier marches into the ocean on wide-set, creosoted legs. From the boardwalk fifteen feet up, the late fall surf seems not so much to curl as to heave. What appears from the beach to be a regular and predictable rhythm looks from above to be a ceaseless and violent thrashing. Long coils of water lunge toward shore, trailing veils of spray. Peaks of water pulse, hit the pilings, split, and fade. At night the sallow beams of pier floodlights cut through spray-soaked air and fall flat against the creamy water in a strange scene of perpetual motion and shadow. Just before 12:00 on an early November night I walked four hundred yards over angry breakers to the big-game area, a platform at the end of the pier where anglers crowd to fish for red drum.

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At the end of the pier, a row of ten-foot-long fishing rods had been propped side by side as close as the rails in a picket fence. Thirty-five fishermen in green and yellow slickers crowded in small groups and the spray-soaked light, the hooded figures were hazy, faceless, painted with shadow. No women had come out. Two teenage boys dozed on a bench in wet, rumpled sleeping bags.

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We were all waiting for a sound, for the high-pitched whizz of line stripping off a reel. On an autumn night in rough surf, only drum and shark are likely to seize a piece of bait and run. All talk halts when a reel begins to whirl. Anglers bolt for their rods, since drum commonly strike two or three hooks at once. Once a drum takes a piece of bait, it swims straight toward the beach or straight to sea. To land it, an angler must set the hook firmly and quickly take in slack line.

She writes us into the picture and we catch the fish with the anglers. I can see why the men can't wait for next year to see who catches the biggest or the most!

I hope you enjoy her writing as much as I have. It's very informative as well.






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Write the Coast or Write it Off!
Date: 06.15.2007
Authors: Ann Cary Simpson, Bland Simpson, and Jan DeBlieu discuss the challenges facing the South's coastal region at the 2007 biennial meeting of the Association for the Study of Literature and Environment.

Please insert the following URLs in your web browser to hear the readings with music by Bland Simpson.

Part One
http://woffordblog.hipcast.com/deluge/de566a4c-a6f8-dc5c-b263-2ac6278dc7ae.mp3

Part Two
http://woffordblog.hipcast.com/deluge/8ffc46c0-8e23-ef95-bb36-9755aca1e01a.mp3

Questions & Answers
http://woffordblog.hipcast.com/deluge/349aec04-ff28-7342-d006-78241b8ddc8d.mp3

I blog for you/Send me your memories

I have created this blog to share interesting information about the people and places on the NC Coast. Features include: books, articles, interviews, photographs, recipes, history, family stories and memories along with any other information to entertain, inform and hopefully encourage you to visit our beautiful beaches. Come for a visit, stay for a lifetime! Send all submissions for consideration (books, products, photos, etc.) to: selenasdp@yahoo.com. I answer all emails!

Some of my fondest memories growing up are the summer vacations spent at the beach with my family. Just the smell of Coppertone lotion turns me into that 10 year old kid digging the moat around my sandcastle. Sticky from the combination of that greasy lotion and sea water, covered from head to toe in sand and grit that never washed out until you got home. I'm chasing fiddler crabs, finding shark's teeth, picking up pebbles and watching out for beached jellyfish. The adults told us that if you get stung by a jellyfish you have to put urine on it to stop the burn. We made very wide circles around the jellyfish, believe me! Night time brought out the fireworks. I was always hiding behind an adult because with the wind, you never knew where those bottle rockets were going! We've had a few close calls!

The food was exotic compared to home and was always so good! We cooked at the house mostly, but the restaurants were awesome. All those giant fish on the walls, mountains of shelled stuff, eyeballs, tentacles, fins, and you got to peel your own shrimp before you ate it. Kids love to play with their food and the adults got in on it too. Wearing bibs and smashing crab legs laughing and having a wonderful time. That is the biggest impression I take from all the memories: we were all so very happy.

I cherish those memories and have carried on the tradition of family vacations at the coast with my kids. They have their own memories and I look forward to posting some of those to share with you in upcoming blogs posts.

I love to read and will offer book reviews often. Please feel free to send me titles that you have enjoyed or that you have written about the NC coast.

There are so many treasures to discover!