Tuesday, June 14, 2016


(Poyner’s Hill, about 6 miles south of the Currituck Lighthouse, was the site of a lifesaving station built in 1878.)  

            The newest thing here just now is a horseless carriage owned by the Poyner brothers. It can be seen at most all hours on our streets and avenues. The motor power is an ox of tender age.
            Easter Sunday was a fine day here, giving a good opportunity to air the Easter bonnets, which were never more beautiful in this town since we have known it. Miss Williams, the principal teacher of the Atlantic Academy, has a bonnet most admired by the young and the old. I would like to describe it if more familiar with the different parts, but not knowing the fore peak from the poop deck of one, will suffice to say it was very cute.
            I think I have failed to describe the Atlantic Academy or its location in the past. It is a single story building of modern structure, situated on the corner of Poyner street and Tarcove avenue, is bounded on the north by Poyners Hill, on the south by Piper’s Hill, on the east by the Atlantic ocean, and on the west by the Currituck Shooting Club house. It is one of the most healthy localities in Eastern Carolina, and is where the weary should cease to grumble and the lazy can take a rest. We predict a great future for the school.
            Since going into my winter habitation many changes have taken place in our little town, and one of the most notable is golf. This is the first season the game has been played in this section by any one except the members of the Currituck Shooting Club, and only during the gunning season, and as that commenced about the time we sandfiddlers leave the surface and ended before time to crawl forth again, it did not disturb our peace. But now the station crew and all the inhabitants of the town, both male and female, old and young, seem to have caught the golf fever in its worst type, and play at most all hours through the day, knocking the balls in all directions, so it has become dangerous for a fiddler crab to show himself above the earth’s surface in this section. But as there is a large quantity of sand beach where the fever has not yet reached, and probably never will, we may be happy yet.

            One thing in conclusion
                        I desire all to know,
            When our golfers meet for confusion
                        I have business down below.

[Fisherman and Farmer (Edenton, NC) 27 Apr 1900]

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