Who, you ask?

Whad'ya mean "who's Virginia Dare?"



What are you, some kind of half a moron or something? Well, in spite of your obvious lack of a basic elementary education in American History and a clearly inferior intellect, we will explain just what led us on the search for Virginia Dare and exactly who she was.



In 1587, a group of approximately 115 English settlers, including women and children, landed on the beach of what is now known as Roanoke Island, NC. When supplies ran low shortly after their arrival, John White, their leader and Grandfather of Virginia Dare, the first English child to be born on American soil, decided to make the trip back to England for assistance. Due to the fact that most of England's ships were fully engaged in defending the country from possible invasion by Spain, his return was delayed and when he finally arrived back at the island, all trace of the colonists were gone, but for the word CROATAN, carved into a tree.



In the last 400 years, many theories have been presented as to just what may have happened to the colonists; from their being beset upon by a nearby tribe of Croatan Indians, to an epidemic illness, to the following (and our personal favorite) so eloquently offered by our own "George Martyn". On a scorching August day at Roanoke, similar to one the colonists may have experienced, he sagely surmised, "Ya know what?! I know what happened to those people. I think they packed up and left this place because it's too f@#king hot!"



Likely as "George's" well thought out hypothesis would seem to be, our human curiosity compels us to dig deeper into the mystery of the disappearance of these brave pioneers. It is therefore that we dedicate this year's vacation to discovering...............



"Where, Oh Where, is Virginia Dare?"



email us at: lookingforvirginia@gmail.com

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Shelley's












We had our usual Sunday breakfast out to eat at Shelley's Family Restaurant. The food was excellent, reasonably priced and plentiful! The service was a bit slow, but it was worth the wait!
Peter had a great idea though! On the placemats were all the local establishments advertising their businesses, so he proposed that we visit at least one of them and give them some business. We chose Vardens Crossing, a gift shop off the beaten path which turned out to be a former General Store and Post Office.
It was built in the 1880's, so the colonists couldn't have been there, but someone who had been may have known about a group of southerners emigrating north and passed it down through family stories. Turns out the very chatty owner had only bought the place a couple of years ago so she didn't know anything about that, but hinted at a ghost named "Blair" who was blamed for all the problems around the shop.
George claimed he witnessed a "spectral vapor" in the upstairs rooms so we all ventured up to check it out. Unfortunately, the vapor to which he was referring was not the kind you could see, but rather the type you smell.......
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