Harkers Island people and stories, as told to and by one of them.
"All the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life . . . the sun rose upon a tranquil world, and beamed down upon the peaceful village like a benediction.” Mark Twain - Tom Sawyer
For the last ten years or so I have been compiling a list of stories --- some sublime, and some ridiculous, and some in-between --- about the Island I grew up on. It remains my hope to arrange them into a coherent narrative that will convey some of what it was like to be a small part of a special place at a special time.
Monday, April 4, 2011
No. 22 "What about that oak tree over there ..."
After the Hurricane of 1933 (Jimmy Hamilton Storm - See Post No 10), Federal Disaster workers visited the Island to offer help to those who had lost their homes. The inspector looked at what was left of Ed Russell's house and, observing that it might have been in disrepair for quite a while, remarked, "Your house seems to have been in pretty bad shape even before the storm!" To say the least, Ed was a little offended by the observation. Taking a look at the devastation that was everywhere around him he eventually responded, "What about that oak tree over there laying on its side? Was that in bad shape before the storm?"