In the Peanut Fields of Edenton, 1937-1942

This is the first photo-essay in my series "Working Lives: Photographs of Eastern North Carolina, 1937-1947." In this photo-essay I am looking at a group of 21 photographs that chronicle threshing time on a peanut farm near Edenton, N.C. in the years just before the Second World War.

“The Huckleberry Capital of the World”: Sampson County’s Wild Blueberries, 1850-1950

As I drove along the Black River, I thought about the history of Sampson County's once legendary wild blueberries. Long before the country's first blueberry farm was established, the county's wild blueberries were famous as far away as New York City and Boston. Locals called them "huckleberries." In the rest of the world, they were known as the "Sampson blues."

“It Was Like a Ballet”: Menhaden Fishermen at Work, 1947

In this photograph from the State Archives, we see a crew of menhaden fishermen at work in the waters off Morehead City and Beaufort, N.C., in 1947. They have tied their purse boats up against the mother boat after making a set and are beginning to load their catch onto the mother boat.

Lifting a Purse Seine onto a Net Reel, Beaufort, N.C., 1944

In this photograph, we see fishermen raising a purse seine onto a net reel at a menhaden factory in Beaufort, N.C., December 1944. They are standing in one of their crew's purse boats and another fisherman, or a factory hand, is turning the reel and lifting the seine onto the reel. 

When Fishermen Harvested Seaweed: The Agar Industry in Beaufort, N.C. during the Second World War

This is the story of seaweed harvesting on the North Carolina coast during World War II and of a wartime crisis that led to the construction of a factory in Beaufort that turned that seaweed into agar, a jelly-like substance that was critical for making vaccines, treating infections, and diagnosing diseases.

“A Collection of Log Huts, Inhabited by Fishermen”: Stumpy Point, 1888

Traveling down Pamlico Sound in 1888, a New York Times correspondent found "a collection of log huts, inhabited by fishermen" at Stumpy Point, N.C. He wrote, "The ground on which these huts are built is so boggy that the lowest tier of bunks . . . is generally half full of water."