We enjoyed the day with dad and his two grand-nieces. Not youngsters, you understand. Dad's father was 72 when he was born, dad being the last of 14 children of 3 wives. He had half-siblings that were 50 when he was born. His father died when he was 7. Interesting family tree to say the least...
We did a tour of the places where dad lived, including the family cemetery where granddad is buried. It's simply in the middle of a soybean field now, the old home and buildings long gone. The images and memories that it brings up for dad are things that I can only imagine.
Another detour by the reputed Blackbeard's home on the Pasquotank River, part of the ICW. It's been long rumored that he lived there, killing 2 of his wives there. However, the historian/restoration expert working on the house right now states that the house was built in 1735 --- Blackbeard was killed in 1718. So much for rural legend.
A stop by the Dismal Swamp, checking out the tall cyprus trees in the still water.
Then on to the home where dad's grandnieces were born. The house is long deserted, but the women state that the tree by the house is old, their mother remembers it being tall before they were ever born. That's at least 85 years.
And a booster shot to my Southern heritage... one of the grandnieces has a bobcat skin rug in her home ----little thing with legs spayed out, head up in a most ferocious manner, teeth showing like a big cat. Her husband was a well respected hunter, bagged a bear at 7, etc, so I asked if he got the bobcat. "Nope" was the reply, just a simple "dawg got 'em". I really should have gotten a picture...
One last picture of one of Luke's favorite subjects, a barn. Very North Carolina-ish style.
Not sure about tomorrow. The weather is windy, blowing in the wrong direction for good travel. We'll make a final decision on crossing the Albemarle Sound tomorrow morning.
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