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.

Working Lives: Photographs of Eastern North Carolina, 1937-1947

Today I would like to introduce a series of photo-essays that I will be publishing here over the next few weeks. Each of the photo-essays-- some very brief, some longer-- will focus on the working lives of people in Eastern North Carolina just before, during, and after the Second World War.

Working Lives: The Herring Fisheries at Plymouth, N.C., 1939

This is a special group of photographs that were taken on the Roanoke River, just west of Plymouth, N.C., in the spring of 1939. Now preserved at the State Archives in Raleigh, they show the last days of two of the oldest herring seine fisheries on the North Carolina coast.

A Research Note: Keeper Henry Berry and the Cape Fear River Lights (by Debbie Mollycheck)

Today I want to share a research memo on Henry Berry, an African American waterman who was a keeper of the Lower Cape Fear River Lights from 1885 to 1920. The memo's author is Debbie Mollycheck, an attorney with an expertise in-- and a family connection to-- the history of the U.S. Lighthouse Service’s Sixth District.

Range Lights, Buoy Depots, and Gas Works: Photographs from the National Archives at College Park

Today I would like to share a collection of historical photographs from the National Archives at College Park, Maryland. They were taken by inspectors and other personnel of the United States Lighthouse Board (1852-1910) and its successor agency, the United States Lighthouse Service (1910-1939), in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

Making a Way: Photographs of the Army Corps of Engineers on the North Carolina Coast, 1930-1932

Dating from 1930 to 1932, an extraordinary photograph album gives us a rare, up-close portrait of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers' dredge boats and their crews on the rivers, canals and sounds of the North Carolina coast.

The Last Days of the East Dismal Swamp

I have written this as kind of an on-line history exhibit. The story starts with a short introduction, then features more than 40 annotated photographs and other images illustrating the last decades of an ancient swamp forest that was once located on the North Carolina coast.

At the Boundary between Land and Sea

This is an absolutely iconic photograph of life on the North Carolina coast at the turn of the 20th century. Taken in July 1909, the photograph shows a man standing in a horse-cart on Bogue Sound, east of Swansboro. He is tossing a watermelon to another man who is standing on a scow-built freight boat called the Little Jim.

From Aguascogoc’s Ashes

 An anthropologist named Frank Speck took this photograph of an American Indian woman and child on Roanoke Island, N.C., in 1915. He referred to them as  "Machapunga Indians" (though I will not), a tribe whose homeland had historically been the area around the Pungo River and Lake Mattamuskeet.

The Lost Photographs: Remembering North Carolina’s Fishing Communities in the 1930s and ’40s

This is my tenth and last photo essay dedicated to Charles Farrell's photographs of fishing communities on the North Carolina coast in the 1930s and '40s. I think it's time to talk about what happened to him, and why he and his photographs were forgotten for so long.

Bogue Banks: An Early History of Salter Path and the Western Villages

When Charles Farrell took these photographs, Salter Path was the only settlement of any kind on the western two-thirds of Bogue Banks. Lights were few and far between and on clear nights you felt as if you could see every star in the heavens.

The Herring Workers

A few years ago, I carried a box of Charles Farrell's old photographs of the state's great herring fisheries back to one of the communities on the Chowan River where he took them. They are poignant and beautiful, and the herring workers in them are unforgettable, but I also find them a little haunting because they remind me of all that can be lost.