As many of our readers know,Muzel Bryant, Ocracoke’s oldest resident, died last month at the age of 103.  I was unable to attend her funeral, but was kindly given the eulogy which was delivered by Alton Ballance.  I include it here as a tribute to a kind and humble woman whom I was delighted to count for a time some years ago as my next door neighbor.

Muzel Belle Bryant at 100 Years Old:

March 12, 1904 – February 18, 2008

“While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that’s free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. ”

God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home

How do you represent a life that spanned a century? I have lived half as long as Musie, and I’m often amazed at all the local and global changes which have taken place during my life.

For Musie, after all, it began over a century ago. Let’s see, Teddy Roosevelt was president; the Wright Brothers had made their first flight at Kitty Hawk only three months before her birth; and sailing vessels were still moving in and out of Ocracoke Inlet. Not even 103 new verses of the Billy Joel song “We Didn’t Start the Fire” would cover Musie’s life.

She was alive when the Titanic sank, she was alive during World War I, she was alive during Prohibition, she was alive during the Great Depression, and she was alive to witness all the changes to her island home that followed World War II: electricity, paved roads, ferries, a central water system, and cable TV.

Muzel Belle Bryant was born on March 12, 1904, to Leonard and Jane Bryant in the old home place which stood to the left of where Farris lives now. Only a few elderly Ocracokers call her Muzel. To me she was Muse. Her sister Mildred always called her Musa. To Kenny and most people she was Musie, so we’ll call her Musie.

Leonard & Jane Bryant:

Leonard and Jane also had eight other children: Artis, Lewis, Mildred, Mamie, Annie Laura, Joffery, Julius, and John Thomas. Two sets of twins which followed Mildred did not survive. Only Annie Laura, who lives in a nursing home in Swan Quarter, and Mamie, who lives in New York City, are left.

Musie’s grandmother was a slave. Winnie Blount came from around Washington, NC, with her husband Harkus to live on Ocracoke after the slaves were freed. Harkus was a carpenter and boat builder and the couple managed to acquire the land along the lighthouse road. They had two daughters, Jane and Annie Laura. Jane eventually met and married Leonard Bryant from Engelhard while she and Winnie were working at the old Doxsee Clam Factory, which was located near the entrance to the harbor. Annie Laura also lived on the island with her husband, but they moved to the mainland after their little boy fell off the back porch into the water barrel and drowned.

Winnie Blount:

While the Bryants as well as the other Ocracokers living at this time recognized their racial differences, for the most part the Bryants were accepted and they lived, worked, and played along with everyone else. They enjoyed spending time in the Creek in Leonard’s boats, rambled all over the island with their grandmother picking yaupon to make tea, and they’d sometimes take late afternoon trips to the beach when everyone else was gone. Mildred once told me, “I’ll never forget one time me, Ma, and Musa walked across the beach. It was a purty evening and we started wading and just having the best time. It gradually got darker and Ma started to walk home and called for us to come on. But we kept waiting for the big wave to come, wurn’t satisfied with the smaller ones. Well, just as Ma was a-going over the sand dunes, this big ole wave comes a-rolling up on the beach and goes clear past our knees and knocks us down. When it went back out, it was all we could do to keep from being pulled out it was so strong. I held onto Musa and started hollering for Ma, but she was on over the hill by then. When we finally did get out of the water, we ran and ran till we caught up with Ma. I always thought God sent that breaker to drive us home.”

During another childhood adventure, Mildred and Musie were playing up around Oyster Creek, not far from where Julia Hutcherson lives today, and Musie got stuck in quick sand and started going down. Mildred managed to get her out. Musie told Kenny this story not long ago, and added, “Kenny, if I would have gone then, you wouldn’t have had all this worry with me.”

The Bryant children did not attend school like other Ocracokers. Some received schooling at home from a woman Leonard brought to the island, others were taught evenings, and some went to school off island. When she was a teenager, Musie went to live with an uncle in Philadelphia and attended school there for about two years.

After she returned to the island, Musie started doing housekeeping, laundry, and cooking in the homes of people like Mr. Walter & Metta O’Neal, Mary Elizabeth Gaskins, Mrs. Laura Bragg and Kathleen & Malby Bragg. Even at the age of 83, Musie would walk to Thurston and Nora Gaskill’s house to spend much of the day with them.

She had a son, Charles Donald Bryant, on October 26, 1925. After he was grown, he lived in Plymouth, NC, until he died in 1988 at the age of 63.

In 1983, Musie moved from the Bragg household back to the land of her birth. Her sister Mildred was living in an old life saving station boat house—where Farris lives today. When Mildred bought the structure in 1949, the sandy beach stretched to the edge of this property. Kenny helped Musie move her possessions, most which had been kept in paper sacks.

She shared a bedroom with Mildred and within a few years they had to make room for their sister Annie Laura, who had retired from working for Yale University and decided to move back home.

Musie was a night owl. She loved to stay up late and get up late. Annie was the opposite. Musie was more outgoing. When she lived with them at the old boat house, she’d often leave home and take walks, always curious to see who drove by, sometimes engaging people in conversation along the sides of the road. When a car would pass by suddenly, she’d quickly turn her whole body around to look in its direction.

She left Thurston Gaskill’s one time, heading home, but did not show up until several hours later. Come to find out, Mark Gibbons, who used to be in the Coast Guard here, had picked her up in his old weapons carrier vehicle and rode her around for several hours, including a beach ride. Another time when she was two hours late getting home, they discovered her alongside the road talking with Washie Spencer.

Let me pause here and say a few words about our family’s long friendship with the Bryants. As a child I remember Mildred as a regular visitor at our house. My grandmother Brittie loved her. Ma Brittie, as she was known, would also go see Winnie Blount at the old home place. During one visit, my grandmother and several other island women were invited to sit down and have dinner with Winnie. Mildred and the other children stood nearby staring at the unusual visitors at their grandmother’s table.

I also remember Mildred taking me, Kenny, and Kathy for walks along the shoreline and helping our mother with household chores. My father would help Mildred get her heaters running or bring her things from his many trips back to the island while working on the dredge.  As Kenny, Kathy, and I got older, it was only natural for us to continue the friendship and support our grandparents and parents had given the Bryant sisters. After all, they had become part of our family.

1994 and 1995 brought great changes to both our families. In 1994 Musie’s brother Julius died. Julius was loved by many Ocracokers and visitors. When he was in the hospital in Greenville one time, quite a few Ocracokers went to visit him. This visitation caught the eye of one nurse, who asked an Ocracoke man, “Sir, can I ask you a question? That man, Mr. Julius, does he have any black friends?” Our own mother also died that year.

In 1995—the same year our father died—Mildred also died and Annie Laura decided she needed 24 hour nursing home care. Kenny told Musie, “Either you move in with me, or I’ll move down there with you.” She moved on the Back Road with him and never went back to the old boat house home again.

When she moved in with Kenny, she began perhaps her greatest journey in life. It was here at the house on the Back Road that she learned about VCR’s, cable TV, and met Kenny’s many friends, of whom she’d ask, “Where are you from?” She was eager to hear about far away places. People brought her candy and stuffed animals.

“When she first moved here,” recalled Kenny, “she wouldn’t eat at the table with us. She always thought she had to wait until we were finished. I broke that up one day when a friend was visiting. I told her that my friend refused to eat unless she sat with us.”

Musie spent her time reading the VA Pilot and the Almanac and listening to Jim Reeves tapes. She watched TV shows such as Lawrence Welk, Wheel of Fortune, The Price is Right, numerous religious shows, wrestling, and bull fighting with John Carter. Occasionally while channel surfing late at night she would happen across a late night Cinemax movie that also captured her attention.

Musie received a few hundred dollars each month from a social security supplement and would often tell Kenny, “We better spend this money before it gets too old.” She bought dolls and stuffed animals and her special collection grew to 34, most of which were given to her by friends and family during Christmas, birthdays, or other holidays.

Kenny organized her 100th birthday party in the school gym, complete with a dinner, music, and speeches and attended by over 200 friends. She later wound up at the Pub as the celebration continued until after midnight.

Muze & Kenny at the Pub:

Musie’s life was featured in numerous articles and she never shied away from the many visitors who found their way into her life. I once introduced her to a group of NCCAT teachers. As I led her into the living you would have thought a movie star was present as all the camera flashes went off. She had one question, “Where are you’all from?”

She loved Babe, John Carter’s bulldog, and after she moved to Kenny’s new house in 2005, she missed the dog very much. When John would visit she wouldn’t ask how he was doing before asking about Babe. Most of the time when I entered her room she’d also ask first about my daughter Maddie, saying, “How’s your baby?” before anything else was said.

The move to Kenny’s current house happened on Thanksgiving Day, 2005. When she saw the many steps, Musie wondered how she would ever get up and down. Kenny told her, “Just worry about getting up the steps right now. Twiford will take you back down them.”

Sometimes when she wasn’t feeling well Musie would tell Kenny, “Kenny, I think I’m getting ready to die.” Kenny would often tell her, “Musie, you can’t die right now. You’ll have to wait. It’s too hot to bury you and I’m too busy at work.”  She’d then reply, “Yes, yes, I will.”

Even during this last year of her life, Musie had a great memory. Years ago during trips off the island with Charlotte Bragg she memorized all the names of the bridges now being replaced, all the names of the ferries, the birthdays, weddings, and ages of many family and friends, some of which have been gone for decades.

Musie left Kenny’s new house only twice while she lived there: once for a trip to the eye doctor in Nags Head, and when Kathy got married. As several hundred people were gathered in Kenny’s yard before the wedding ceremony, Bobby O’Neal and Jamie Jackson hauled Musie down the steps in a wheelchair so she could stand next to Kathy as one of her maids of honor. None of us had ever seen her dressed in a blue suit with a white hat. Few had ever seen her without her print dresses, cotton stockings, and her head wrapped in a blue bandana. One person said, “She looked like an African Queen coming down those steps.”

Kathy & Tommy, Farris & Chrissy, Erick & Marissa, John and others spent many nights with Musie while Kenny was off the island. Kathy was sometimes left with the duty to give Musie a bath. Musie didn’t like it when Kathy gave her a bath. A few stories developed from these exchanges, but they can’t be told here.

As Musie’s health declined during recent months, she never complained and was always grateful for the meals, visits, and extra nursing care she received.

When she passed away on that stormy morning earlier this week, Kenny was by her side. He and Kathy made sure she had a final bath before they took her down those steps, and he would travel to the funeral home in Manteo to make sure her signature bandana was tied correctly around her head before they placed her in this coffin.

In closing, let me say that Musie was a nucleus for our family, that special person or circumstance in our lives that brings everyone together for a common mission.  For someone who had gotten so little from the material world, Musie was certainly blessed during the final decades of her century long life with the dedicated attention that Kenny and his network of family and friends provided her.

A month ago a friend of mine was visiting with her child. We were at Kenny’s for a big dinner with family and friends, and while the adults were eating in the dining and living room, the child had found her way into Musie’s room. We soon heard an assortment of sounds coming from the bedroom and we knew that Musie was excitedly sharing her collection with someone 96 years younger. We heard the gorilla that played Elvis Pressley’s “Burning Love,” the yellow chicken doing the chicken dance, and, perhaps Musie’s favorite, a bear that sings “God Bless America.” When I went in the room to check on them, Musie was staring intently at her feet where the child was presenting her own collection of stuffed animals.

Musie traveled very little in her life: the diamond of her experiences stretched from Ocracoke to Philadelphia to Elkin, NC, where her brother lived, to Beaufort and back to Ocracoke. Kenny got her to spend several days once at his house in Norfolk, but after a few days she was ready to go home.

The land that Musie loved, the century of life that she lived, was spent here, her home sweet home. God blessed her life here, the land that she loved, next to her ocean white with foam, and all of the lives that have passed her way since 1904 have been richer because of her, Musie.

Alton Ballance

February 23, 2008


On Friday, March 12, 2004 Ocracoke native, Muzel Bryant, had her 100th birthday.  The next day approximately 200 people came to the school gymnasium for a community celebration in honor of Miss Muze.

Muze’s grandmother, Winnie, (“Aunt Winnie” to nearly everyone on the island), came to Ocracoke soon after the end of the Civil War.  Unconfirmed evidence suggests that Aunt Winnie may have lived on Portsmouth Island before emancipation.

At any rate, Aunt Winnie was living in Blount’s Creek, North Carolina during the conflict and came to Ocracoke ca. 1865/66 with a Williams family.  Many Outer Banks residents fled the islands when Union forces invaded the area at the beginning of the war, only to return after hostilities ended.  No one knows if this Williams family was originally from Ocracoke or not.

Aunt Winnie Blount:

Aunt Twinnie

Soon after her arrival on the island Aunt Winnie married Harkus (Hercules) Blount, also from Blount’s Creek, who was already living on Ocracoke and working as a carpenter and furniture maker.  Together they purchased a large tract of land from Mary Jane Bragg (the daughter of John Bragg, with whom Aunt Winnie appears to have had a family connection).  Unfortunately, no photographs of Harkus Blount have survived.  Aunt Winnie and Harkus built a small frame home on their land, just south of where the Island Inn sits today.

Aunt Winnie and Harkus Blount had two daughters, Laura and Jane.  As a young lady, Laura met Sam Dudley, a cook working aboard an oyster boat.  They courted, he stayed, and eventually they married.

Laura and Sam built their modest home near Laura’s parents.  Their first child, Sammy, was born soon afterwards.  When Sammy was about one year old he fell into a water barrel and drowned.  After this tragedy, Laura and Sam moved to Bellhaven, North Carolina, where they had three other children, Winnie, Cora, and Samuel.  Laura and Sam never returned to the island.

Meanwhile, Jane took work at the Doxee Clam Factory, a turn-of-the-twentieth-century enterprise established on Cockle Creek (now often known as Silver Lake), across the “ditch” from the present-day Coast Guard station.

Jane Blount:

Jane Bryant

As it happened, another Blount’s Creek resident, Leonard Bryant, was also working at the Doxee Clam Factory.  Jane and Leonard married, and moved into Laura and Sam’s house.

Leonard Bryant:

Leonard Bryant

Jane and Leonard had thirteen children:

  • Twins (died at birth)
  • Twins (also died at birth)
  • Artis (born 1902)
  • Muzel (born 1904)
  • Mildred (born 1907)
  • Lewis (born ca.1909)
  • Mamie (born 1912)
  • Anna Laura (born 1915)
  • Joffrey (born ca. 1918)
  • Julius (born 1921)
  • John Thomas (born 1924)

Aunt Winnie died on January 08, 1925, soon after her grandson, John Thomas, was born.  She was reported to have been about 100 years old when she died.

Leonard supported his growing family by doing carpentry, growing vegetables in his garden, and by cutting hair.  He had a heavy barber’s chair that he often set up in his yard in warm weather, under a large live oak tree.  Leonard was also the sexton at the Methodist Church for a number of years.  Many people remember that Leonard always liked to eat his dinner at a table with a clean, white tablecloth, often dining alone.

Leonard died in 1960.  He was 81 years old.  Jane died four years later.

Muze and her two younger sisters, Mamie and Anna Laura, are the last surviving members of Ocracoke’s only historic black family.  Only Muze still lives on the island.

Artis left the island as a young man and joined the Merchant Marines.  He had been gone sixteen years when the oil tanker on which he was serving was torpedoed off shore of Ocracoke during World War II.  He was rescued and brought to the Ocracoke Coast Guard Station.  His family was notified, and they walked to the station to visit Artis briefly before he departed once more, never again to return to the island.  His only additional contact was years later when he sent his family a photo of the ship on which he had served and which was torpedoed in 1942.

Mamie moved to the northeast, working in New Haven, Connecticut, at Yale University, and later working for a school teacher in New York City, where she lives today with her daughter, Mary.

Lewis went to New Jersey where he operated a thrift store for many years.

Joffrey, like many other island men, worked for the Army Corps of Engineers, mostly in the Philadelphia area.

Anna Laura left the island for a number of years, but returned in the 1980’s to live with her two sisters.  She is now on the mainland of Hyde County in a nursing home.

Mildred, know to many as “Babe,” moved off-island in 1929 and worked in Washington, North Carolina and Baltimore. She returned home in 1943 and worked for 14 years for Carlton Kelly.

John Thomas made his home in Elkin, North Carolina where he worked as a chauffeur for Mrs. Reynolds of the tobacco family.

Although Julius worked on a hopper dredge in Philadelphia for a few years in the early 1940’s, he soon returned to the island where he made a living fishing and shrimping.  He also worked for the National Park Service.  Julius was very gregarious, and many people will remember his ready smile, easy manner, and winning personality.

Muze also lived in Philadelphia for several years (1920-1924), but she came back home when she was twenty years old to work for Walter and Armeda O’Neal, and then later, for Kathleen Bragg, Ocracoke’s nurse and only medical care-giver for many years.  She also cared for Alton, Kenny, & Kathy Ballance when they were children.  Muze has lived with Kenny for a number of years now.

By all appearances Muze had a wonderful time at her birthday party!

Muze arriving at the school gym by limo:

Cutting her birthday cake:

After dinner and cake at the school, everyone, including Muze, continued the party at Howard’s Pub.

Muze posing for photos at the Pub with her niece, Mary, and Philip Howard:

Muze and Kenny share a moment before the champagne toast:

Muze stayed at the Pub and continued to celebrate until nearly 1 a.m., chatting with well-wishers, posing for photos, listening to the music of the “Ocracoke Rockers,” and enjoying the attention this kind, gentle-hearted, and young-spirited Ocracoker deserves.

If you happen to see Muze sitting on her porch on the Back Road this summer, stop and wish her all the best in her second century.  She is a delightful person.

Until next month,

Philip and the entire crew at Village Craftsmen


Spring is definitely on its way as evidenced by the many daffodils blooming throughout the village.  Another sign of warmer weather is the new growth on island fig trees.  Below is a close-up of a budding fig and newly sprouting leaf.


New life indeed is bursting forth all over.  Before long the fig trees will be thick with fruit and leaves.  Nearly every older home on the island has at least one fig tree in the yard.  We have two by the Village Craftsmen. By mid summer the figs will be ripening, but the best crop comes later, usually in August.  It is then that figs bubble in pots around the village before being “put up” for later use in delicious Ocracoke Island fig cakes and other delicacies.

Look for recipes and more information in upcoming newsletters.

Over the years visitors have come to Ocracoke for the superb fishing, the undeveloped beach, the natural beauty of the island and for the cultural heritage of the village and its people.

Ocracoke is rich in tradition, history and a unique way of life.  Although the island has changed quite a bit, especially in the last thirty years, the special quality of her people survives.  This may not always be the case, however.  Telephones, television (and now the internet) have joined ferries and roads in an unorganized conspiracy to blend island life with the outside world.

If you have been visiting the island for a number of years you may have the privilege of knowing many of the local residents.  If you are fairly new to Ocracoke you may find it difficult to meet its people.  With the increase in tourism local folks find it harder every year to greet visitors with the enthusiasm they once had.

In this newsletter I would like to introduce you to Ocracoke native, Muzel Bryant.

Muze, as she is generally known, celebrated her 96th birthday March 12.  In this photo she is seen holding some spring flowers given to her at a birthday party in her honor.


Here she is shown with Jamie Gaskins and one of her birthday presents.

Muze With Jamie

One of nine children of Jane and Leonard Bryant, Muze grew up on what is now “Lighthouse Road.”  Until a few years ago she lived with her two sisters in the renovated US Life Saving Service boat house on lighthouse road.  Mildred, also known as “Babe,” died recently, and Annie Laura is living in a nursing home in Swan Quarter.  Their brother, Julius, island fisherman, poker player and musician, died several years ago.  Their family home, which sat not far away, had been abandoned for years and long ago succumbed to rain, termites and gravity.

With the end of the War Between the States, all of the recently freed slaves living on the island left Ocracoke for the mainland.  Muze’s grandmother, known affectionately to islanders as “Aunt Winnie,” had been living in slavery with a family in Blount’s Creek, NC.  After emancipation, she came to Ocracoke with her husband, Hercules (or Harklis, or Harkus) Blount.  No one seems to know why they chose to settle here but they acquired a sizable tract of land “down point” (the area on the lighthouse side of the village) and raised two daughters in the late 1800’s.

Because they were the only black family living on the island in a less enlightened time, they did not have many of the privileges afforded their white neighbors.  Nevertheless, while color-blindness may not have been the rule, many white islanders learned to accept and appreciate Muze and her family for their unique contributions to island life.

Muze worked for years for Vera and Lawrence Ballance, as well as for other local families.  Now Kenny Ballance, one of the island’s more colorful, younger residents is “looking after” Muzie, as he calls her, in appreciation for the many kindnesses she has shown him and his family since he was an infant.

The fondness islanders have for Muzel was evident in the number of friends who stopped by to wish her well on her 96th birthday.  She accepted graciously the presents and hugs and told stories about her family and early life on the island.  As usual she could remember nearly everyone’s birthday and smiled readily knowing we were all impressed with her easy recall.

If you happen to be riding your bicycle down the “Back Road” this summer and Muze is sitting on Kenny’s front porch, give her a big wave and call out a cheery “Good Day Muzel.”  She may not know your name, but she will enjoy your greeting.

Exciting News Flash from Molasses Creek: Our very own local folk/bluegrass band, Molasses Creek (Gary Mitchell, Kitty Mitchell and David Tweedie), has been selected to appear on “A Prairie Home Companion” on April 15.  They are among the winners of the show’s “Talent from Towns under 2000” contest.  Mark your calendars and also be sure to look for their performance schedule when you visit the island. Their show is a treat not to be missed. 

Spring Breaks have been bringing a number of visitors to Ocracoke these last couple of weeks.  Not many restaurants are open yet and the beach is sometimes breezy and cool, but folks are enjoying the quiet moments exploring the village and the shore. 

In our next newsletter look for the story of “Old Quork.”  March 16 has been a day that island seamen have been wary of since this colorful character defied the elements on that date over 150 years ago. 

Until next time, remember to relax and slow down at least a little.  It will be good practice for planning your next vacation on the Outer Banks.

Our best to you all, from Philip and staff at Village Craftsmen