N is for Nanticoke
(click here
for map). The drive to Nanticoke was definitely road trip worthy, and “keeping my eye on the prize” (a small beach that is rumored to be littered with something I collect – no, not shells) was worth the 2 ½ hour drive. Nanticoke is quite a beautiful, peaceful place with not much civilization in sight.
Nanticoke is an unincorporated community and census designated place in Wicomico County. The town has a population of 227, and encompasses a land area of 2.59 square miles and a water area of .01 square miles. According to the Maryland Historical Trust State Historic Sites Inventory Form, the community dates back to the late 1600s.
The town was
named for the Nanticoke
Indians. The first contact with the
Nanticoke Tribe was recorded by the British Captain John Smith in 1608. Four Indians who had been fishing approached
Smith's ship in a canoe. Smith convinced
them he came in friendship and they returned with twenty villagers. Food,
water, and furs were exchanged for gifts the English brought. Several Nanticokes agreed to serve as guides
for Smith to continue his exploration of the Nanticoke River. Smith described the Nanticoke as "the
best merchants of all."
Incidentally, in Algonquian (the common Indian language of Northeastern
tribes), the word Nanticoke is translated from the original Nantaquak meaning, “The
Tidewater People” or “People of the Tidewaters.”
The headquarters
for the Nanticoke
Indian Association is located in Millsboro, Delaware, which in 1921 was
formed and granted non-profit status. Tribally
owned lands include three properties, the Nanticoke Indian Center, the Nanticoke
Indian Museum and a 16-acre tract donated by “Hudson and Schell, LLC.” The Center houses the tribal office - a
location for tribal meetings and also serves as a community center. The Nanticoke Museum was opened in 1984 so the Association could collect and display items from their Native American heritage. The tribe holds an annual powwow the weekend after Labor Day. The two day powwow attracts tribes from up and down the east coast, as well as nearly 30,000 non-Indian friends.
When I got to Nanticoke,
I went straight to Roaring
Point Park.
I began my journey early
enough in the day so I could be on the beach in time for the Nanticoke River’s low
tide. I was anxious to add a few things to
my “summertime obsession” – the “prize” I was talking about earlier. Sea glass! I read the beach at Roaring Point Park was
popular with sea glass hunters, and I was hopeful getting to
the beach first thing in the morning would land me a stash (or at least a few
pieces).
At Tip of Peninsula Looking at Shore |
Initially, I only found the “Wannabe Sea
Glass” – the sea glass that washes ashore too early in its life hoping it could
be added to someone’s collection. Ha! To the glass:
"Patience, young
grasshopper" - 1970s Television Series Kung Fu. Back into the water you go!
Unfortunately, I
could not enter the campground as it was gated.
I was hoping to tour the campground, and to also get a bite to eat at
the campground’s General Store – oh, well.
From the fence, the campground looked nice. Several RVs and campers were already set-up
with the occupants milling about the grounds.
I was able to drive on a road outside the perimeter of the campground,
which led me down to the water. When I
got there, I found a few people standing on the beach fishing. I asked one of the fishermen what he was
fishing for and if he caught anything.
He told me, “Rockfish and White Perch” and “nothing was biting”. I thanked him, wished him luck, and left to
find something to eat.
As I could not access the General Store, I thought I would stop by one of the two businesses in town – “Wade’s Repairs” (auto garage) and the Post Office. Since the Post Office was out the question for food, I headed over to “Wade’s Repairs.” As you might have guessed, I was only able to purchase a bag of snacks and a drink for my lunch.
Enough to take the
edge off, it was delicious all the same, and I was off to my next point of
interest – the Nanticoke
Harbor Marina.
Wade's Repairs |
As I could not access the General Store, I thought I would stop by one of the two businesses in town – “Wade’s Repairs” (auto garage) and the Post Office. Since the Post Office was out the question for food, I headed over to “Wade’s Repairs.” As you might have guessed, I was only able to purchase a bag of snacks and a drink for my lunch.
When I got to the marina, I saw a dilapidated
building located next to the docks. This
“could” have been a restaurant – I was not sure as there was not a visible sign on the building. I decided to check out the marina first. There were well-maintained slips,
a small office building, a nice causeway out to the Nanticoke River, and a few
people were backing boat trailers down the ramps to put their boats in the
water. There were also some people in
the pavilion, a person walking along the jetty, and an elderly gentleman
fishing. 
The fisherman
was fishing directly across the causeway from the Nanticoke Foods LLC building,
so I walked over to him and asked him about the building. He told me it was once a factory, which closed
about 21 years ago. Once a Wicomico
County seafood plant, it closed after more than 70 years in the industry,
putting dozens of employees out of work. The company dates to 1935 as H.B. Kennerly
& Son Inc., an oyster production and distribution plant supplying frozen
and fresh mollusks nationwide.
Nanticoke Foods LLC |
The fisherman mentioned he would walk along the jetty (when he was quite a bit younger) and smell fish
cooking in the building. I told him we
had a place back home, down the street from a marina, that would smoke fish and
the smell was heavenly. The fisherman
said the smell coming from the factory was NOT heavenly! I could not help but laugh at his
response. I
then asked him what he was
fishing for and if he was having any luck.
He told me he was fishing for White Perch and he already caught two for
the day. He told me he did not come to
this fishing spot every day, though – he just went where his fishing pole took
him! We then exchanged some fishing
stories; about the ones that got away! I
thanked him for his time, wished him luck for future catches, and got back on
the road to go home.
Jetty |
Driving home, I
thought about my day and how pleased I was to have chosen to visit this quiet,
unassuming town with its “loud” past. Just
like the town, I was able to be silent and just "be". I looked at the piece of sea glass and
realized not only had “I” found a treasure, Captain John Smith did, too.