Step Back To A Simpler Time….

Every North Carolinian knows that October is a great time to head down to the coast for a little fishing. The incoming nor’easters kick up a breeze and send scads of fish to the shores of the barrier islands. For generations, tired tobacco farmers in eastern North Carolina have celebrated the end of a long harvesting season by surf fishing along the shores of the Atlantic.

When I was little, my mother told me about going fishing with her father back in the late 30s, long before there were paved streets, restaurants, condos, and tourists. She remembered riding in her daddy’s green International truck along rural dirt roads through a thicket of longleaf pines. Wispy fronds of Spanish moss draped the sleepy, old streets of the historic towns along the way.

On the coast, a nickel fare would buy a ride in a fishing boat with a local High Tider who knew the ins and outs of the Bogue Banks, along the Chadwick and Alligator Bays. A little bait shack on the narrow shoreline of NorthTopsailBeach was the only game in town back then. They’d buy a bucket of bait and two Pepsi-Colas. Then Mama would sit in the foamy surf near her daddy’s thigh-high rubber boots as he cast his line into the surf. He spouted off the fisherman’s yarns that his grandpa had told him. He told her about a great uncle who retreated back home to Kinston during the siege of FortMacon. He peaked her interest with tales of the notorious Captain Teach and rumors of buried gold on the island.

She’d roam the barren, windswept beaches that glistened as if polished. Walking along, she thought about her great uncle hunkered down in the bunkers at FortMacon. And she wondered if the mysterious Captain Teach was as handsome as he was rich. She climbed the gigantic sand dunes and looked over an ocean, untarnished by off-shore oil rigs. She searched virgin beaches that still produced an abundance of perfect starfish and huge conch shells. The salt air she inhaled smelled clean and untainted by today’s pollutants.

As a young girl, I’d sit on the crowded beaches along the barrier shores and daydream about the beaches back in those days. I wish I could have walked the barren shores that my ancestors knew so long ago. Just the thought of stepping back in time, to a simpler time, free from the hustle and bustle of life, comforts me.

Thanks for joining me for a relaxing Southern Sunday…Alle

Step back into a simpler time with Emily in Lame Excuses as she heads down to the coast, stopping along the way to catch a whiff of sea breeze in her hometown. Her slow, southern ways will draw you in and entice you to stay awhile.

About the author

Bette Lee Crosby

USA Today Bestselling and Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby's books are "Well-crafted storytelling populated by memorable characters caught up in equally memorable circumstances." - Midwest Book Review The Seattle Post Intelligencer says Crosby's writing is, "A quirky mix of Southern flair, serious thoughts about important things in life and madcap adventures." Samantha from Reader's Favorite raves, "Crosby writes the type of book you can't stop thinking about long after you put it down." "Storytelling is in my blood," Crosby laughingly admits, "My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write." It is the wit and wisdom of that Southern Mama Crosby brings to her works of fiction; the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away. Her work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. She has since gone on to win nineteen awards for her work; these include: TheRoyal Palm Literary Award, the FPA President's Book Award Gold Medal, Reader's Favorite Award Gold Medal, and the Reviewer's Choice Award.


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