This small quaint seaport has roots back to April 7, 1730 when Isaac and Jonathan Green Sr. purchased from Ebenezer Harker "a certain plantation and track of land containing by estimation 441 acres situate lying and being in ye Carterett in ye county of province of aforsaid being ye west side of ye mouth off White Oak River." By 1771 Theophilus Weeks started a town on his plantation, laying out a plat and selling lots. Formerly known as Bogue, Week's Point, The Wharf and New Town, the town was officially designated by the North Carolina General Assembly on May 6, 1783. Above photo courtesy Jack Dudley . Swansboro - A Pictorial Tribute . North Carolina State Archives.
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Deer Island Wharf Investigation 1994



Highlights transcribed from: The Submerged Cultural Resources of Swansboro, NC . Program in Maritime History and Nautical Archeology . Department of History . East Carolina University, Greenville, NC . Sponsored by Swansboro’s 200th Anniversary Celebration Committee . Richard A. Stephenson and William N. Still Jr., Editors . May 1994

 

DEER ISLAND WHARF INVESTIGATION 

 

Deer Island, approximately three acres in size, is situated just south of Swansboro at the junction of Hawkin’s Creek and the White Oak River. The creek and an unnamed tributary, which separates Deer Island from the mainland by a narrow channel, are spanned by a private, one-land bridge. The island’s owners in the summer of 1983 were Burwell and Peggy Jackson. Though the Jacksons didn’t buy the property until 1953, Mr. Jackson has been visiting the island since the 1930s. During extreme low tides, Mr. Jackson has observed up to thirty feet of the length of the wharf exposed. More...

1 comment:

Major Phillips said...

My parents, C.W. and Joetta Phillips owned much of the property to the NW of the creek. For a time we had horses that caused erosion of the hill. You would start finding all sorts of bottles, pottery, clay pipes, etc. Closer to Hawkins Creek I use to always find gold, so I thought at 8 years old. It was just pockets of turpentine. My father was a Dredge Superintendent by trade and said he would never dredge the creek due to the botto covered with logs from the mill.