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Nitrograss Music Festival Benefit for HIGPS

Nitrograss playing HIGPS Benefit at Papawack Theater


Appalachia, bluegrass, banjos, bass, guitar, and mandolin…

One mention of these melodic words does not make one think of the sounds that are customary to those of us who live on the coast. But after this past week these words and the bluegrass band Nitrograss, have become forever a part of preserving our way of life and our heritage. On August 7, 2012, this foursome drove into town with their instruments and talents in tow. They traveled over mountain, bridge, and sandy road in order to tour the Outer Banks and play the first ever Nitrograss Music Festival Benefit for the Hatteras Island Genealogical and Preservation Society at Spa Koru’s Papawack Theatre.

The evening’s forecast was rain, but those attending found nothing but a foot stopping good time while listening to the two time National Banjo Champion, Charles Wood, pound out originals and old time bluegrass classics like he was born with a banjo in his hands. Brothers Micah and Caleb Hanks, also added an irreplaceable ingredient to the mix. Micah with his outgoing personality worked his guitar and the crowd with such enthusiasm and a spicy zest that left the crowd swooning for more. Then there was Caleb. His quick comical wit and style just added that much more to the flavor of the band. He flat tore that mandolin up ! Then there is the bass player, Dakota “Smoky” Waddell. The sweet deep tones emerging from his bass seemed to bring it all together and drive it home. This was a magical night of mountain music on an island thirty miles off shore.

There are many thanks that need to be given out to those who made this wonderful event come together. First, we’d like send out our great appreciation to the men of Nitrograss…Charles Wood, Micah Hanks, Caleb Hanks, and Dakota Waddell. We love you down here on Hatteras. Our door is always open and you will always be a welcomed part of our family. Then there is Susan Davidson, who is Nitrograss’ Marketing/PR powerhouse. She is also the one who first conceived the idea of the band playing a benefit for HIGPS. Susan, you are beyond words. Many many hugs to you. Can hardly wait to see all of you again.

To Joe Thompson and the Spa Koru Family…I do not believe there are words enough to show our appreciation for you. Spa Koru, played a major roll in hosting this event for HIGPS. You are such an asset to our community and thank you for allowing us the privileged and use of the Spa Koru Beach Klub’s Papawack Theater. What an awesome evening and turnout. We couldn’t have done it without you !

Next comes the good part…the eats. To Hurricane Heather’s and Hatteras Harbor Deli, thank you. You put in a lot of time and effort to feed this hungry crowd of bluegrass lovers. You deserve a gold medal and are so very appreciated. Y’all have quite a few hugs waiting for you. You rock !

Stacy Oneal, Greg Humphrey, Elizabeth B. Fox, and Malcolm Roberts…thank you for your time and your help during this very special event. You are all a treasure and truly care about this island. I could probably go on for hours, but I won’t 🙂

Cape Pines Motel in Buxton – Thank you so much for showing HIGPS and Nitrograss that good old island hospitality by providing accommodations for our guys. Your place has always been a favorite and you are greatly appreciated.

To Lee Etheridge and TNT Services of the Outer Banks, you helped where no one else could. Many thanks to you and your staff for all that you did and continue to do in our community.

Last but not least, thank you to all who attended and donated to the cause. It’s our heritage and it’s up to us to preserve it. Looks as if HIGPS, is well on their way to making that happen. Without people like you, none of this is possible.

Sincerely,
Dawn F. Taylor
President – HIGPS

Dawn Taylor and Micah Hanks (NItrograss) pre-concert – Papawack Theater

L to R: Mole Man (sound) Dakota Waddell, Caleb Hanks, Micah Hanks, Dawn Taylor

Elizabeth B. Fox and Malcolm Roberts – Taking Tickets 🙂

Stacy Oneal and hubby Greg – Manning the station 🙂

Nitrograss playing Hurricane Heather’s on Hatteras Island

Nitrograss playing Gaffer’s on Ocracoke while touring the OBX.


Dawn Taylor manning the Nitrograss table.

 

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Our Ocracoke Connection

HIGPS with tour guide, Phillip Howard.

I am home now from the island of Ocracoke. Today, was spent with several members of our genealogy society and our most gracious host and tour guide, Phillip Howard. Phillip, can trace his island heritage back to the time of Black Beard the pirate. If you ever meet him, ask him about his ancestor, William Howard. Or why his home was built with no closets. But better yet, just ask him about his life on the island. He’ll be happy to tell you about it. And you’ll be happy you asked.

Last night, as with most nights before a long awaited day, I laid in bed thinking about what might take place on our group’s genealogical excursion. Just two months ago, I had visited the Ocracoke Preservation Society’s Museum, while site seeing with two friends who were visiting from Virginia. We picked the hottest day of August to make the ferry ride over from Hatteras. It was nothing like what HIGPS found on this most near perfect Autumn day.

Our morning actually started with several of us stopping at the Dancing Turtle Coffee Shop in Hatteras Village, before heading to the ferry. So there we were, five caffeine induced women heading off to meet with Phillip and also to meet Jason Jennett and his parents, who drove all the way from Wilmington, NC., to be with us. Now that’s wanting to know your roots !

The ferry made it safely to the south dock. We unloaded and drove the fourteen miles into the village. First stopping at Island Rag Pickers. I love that place. Perhaps because of the smell of soaps and earthy incense, that drifts up to meet you as you walk through the door. Whatever the reason, we enjoyed meandering through the jewelry, wind chimes, and clay faces which looked like my Father, that were hanging on the wall. I really should have gotten one of those. Dad, immortalized in clay 🙂

Eleven o’clock rolled around and we found ourselves on the porch of the Ocracoke Preservation Society’s Museum. Upon arrival, we spotted Phillip, sitting on the porch rocking away in a white chair…quite a befitting scene to start our tour. I remember a past Village Craftsman (VC is the name of Phillip’s store) Blog, and it telling of how the people of the island call a porch a pizer. And OPS certainly has one that’s quite charming. It comes complete with a view of the Ocracoke/Cedar Island Ferry Dock and a huge antique ship’s rudder in the yard. Makes me think of all the ship’s timbers that Liz Browning Fox and myself have found in our “after storm” beach walks.

Right after Hurricane Irene hit, I became a member of the Ocracoke Preservation Society. Any group whose mission is to help preserve the past, is #1 in my book. As Phillip took us for a tour of the inside of their museum, he told us many stories of the the island’s people. I do believe my favorite part of that segment of our day was when we started to discuss the brogue of Ocracoke and how it compares to that of Hatteras Islanders. Yes, it is different in some ways…but very much alike in others. “Slick cam” was a phrase written on a poster that listed local dialect. But that is one of those phrases that I’ve heard my Father say many times. And I’ve used the words “mommuck” and I hate to admit it…but the very bad English word “weren’t” where it just didn’t belong. Perhaps I just have a little O’cocker in my blood. And there’s another term. O’cocker is short for Ocracoker. And Silver Lake isn’t really Silver Lake, it’s Cockle Creek. Who knew ?

We continued our museum tour that ended with a stroll through their gift shop. If you are ever there, check it out. They have quite a few local and NC history books for sale. And you really need to make a visit and help support their wonderful cause. It’s organizations like theirs, that keep our history alive…

After the museum tour, we had a change of plans and ended up going to Jason’s for lunch. None of our group had ever been there before except for Phillip. Think most of us were in a seafood mood. Crab cake and flounder sandwiches seemed to be the going thing at our table. But it was the conversation and good friends that made the meal. Once again, we found ourselves sitting on a pizer. I’m really starting to think that this pizer sitting on Ocracoke just might become an addiction. At home, we have a wrap around porch dotted with wooden benches that my Father has made. But I have learned that no true southern porch is complete without a rocking chair. And item I shall now add to my wish list.

Lunch lasted for about an hour. During that time, Phillip asked what our group was doing after the tour. We had planned on seeing some of the local galleries and playing the role of tourist. In which our day did end that way, but Phillip gave our little group an added bonus. He offered to take us on a tour of his historic home. A home in which I blogged about a little while back. So be sure and check it out. Anyways, mouths seemed to drop and hit the floor when our members walked through his door. I had the same reaction the first time I was there. I like old…old furniture, old photos, old homes. His house had all those qualities. But I will make you read my blog in order to hear more 🙂

HIGPS also took a tour of the Ocracoke United Methodist Church. Liz Browning Fox, stated that it reminded her of a church in the Caribbean. Perhaps there was influence in it’s design from the many contacts years ago with mariners who traveled back and forth to Barbados. Either way, the place is just beautiful. Just might try and make my way over for a Sunday service one of these days. My Grandparents, Gladys Jennette and James Washington Scarborough, were both very active in the Methodist Church. Grandmother was a Sunday school teacher and Granddad was a deacon. So our roots run deep when it comes to an association with the Methodist Church on both Hatteras and Ocracoke Islands.

Now anyone who knows me, knows that I absolutely love going to cemeteries. Many of the tombstones are nothing short of being amazing artwork. And of course a cemetery holds many clues as to one’s genealogical past. Phillip was kind enough to take us on a walking tour of the final resting places of his family, which is on Howard St. The street is lined with live oaks, cedars, white picket fences, and yards with old island homes. Many of those homes remind me very much of the one such as my Great Grandparent’s that used to stand in Buxton. Once again…there are many similarities between the two islands. But then again, we share common ancestors so why wouldn’t there be ?

Our time on Ocracoke was nothing short of wonderful. And that is probably and understatement. We ended our day with a trip to the Ocracoke Coffee Company which is located on the Back Rd. It has always been one of my favorite stops. Once again, our group had dwindled down to just we five women. I found us reminiscent of the ladies from the movie, Steel Magnolias. There we sat…in a coffee shop on and island. Surrounded by it’s heritage, history, and culture. As I twirled my straw through the whipped cream and sweet drizzle that topped the caramel mocha latte that I had purchased, I realized that life couldn’t get any better than that.

Dawn F. Taylor