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It was sort of clammy all the time, and translucent-kids would swear they actually saw the blood flowing through his veins-and his hair was as white as those bunnies you see in pet stores around Easter.ДЄnyway, he wrote this play called The Christmas Angel, because he didnвЂ™t want to keep on performing that old Charles Dickens classic A Christmas Carol. Okay, maybe he wasnвЂ™t that old, but he was old enough that you could almost see through the guyвЂ™s skin. Every year they put on their Christmas pageant at the Beaufort Playhouse, which was actually a play that had been written by Hegbert Sullivan, a minister whoвЂ™d been with the church since Moses parted the Red Sea.

well, you get the picture.Д«ack then, the big event of the year was sponsored by the Baptist church downtown-Southern, if you really want to know-in conjunction with the local high school. There were Baptist churches of every type-Freewill Baptists, Southern Baptists, Congregational Baptists, Missionary Baptists, Independent Baptists. When I was growing up, it was far and away the most popular denomination around, and there were Baptist churches on practically every corner of town, though each considered itself superior to the others.

They went by names like the Fellowship Hall Christian Church, the Church of the Forgiven People, the Church of Sunday Atonement, and then, of course, there were the Baptist churches. Instead our lives were centered around the churches, of which there were eighteen within the town limits alone. Only three channels came in on the television, though television was never important to those of us who grew up there.

For many of the people there, fishing in the Pamlico Sound or crabbing in the Neuse River was a way of life, and boats were moored wherever you saw the Intracoastal Waterway. People waved from their cars whenever they saw someone on the street whether they knew him or not, and the air smelled of pine, salt, and sea, a scent unique to the Carolinas. It was the kind of place where the humidity rose so high in the summer that walking out to get the mail made a person feel as if he needed a shower, and kids walked around barefoot from April through October beneath oak trees draped in Spanish moss. In 1958, Beaufort, North Carolina, which is located on the coast near Morehead City, was a place like many other small southern towns.

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