God, Dr. Buzzard, and the Bolito Man: A Saltwater Geechee Talks about Life on Sapelo Island, Georgia

God, Dr. Buzzard, and the Bolito Man: A Saltwater Geechee Talks about Life on Sapelo Island, Georgia

by Cornelia Walker Bailey, Christena Bledsoe

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ISBN-13: 9780385493772
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/17/2001
Edition description: 1 ANCHOR
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 294,520
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Cornelia Walker Bailey’s family has lived on Sapelo Island since 1803. She gives tours on Sapelo Island and lectures across the country about Geechee culture.

Christena Bledsoe is a writer and former reporter who lives in Atlanta and Cedar Key, Florida.

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A Special Gift

Let me tell you how it was. A screech owl hooting at your door was a sure sign of death. A black cat wasn't bad luck, it was good luck. And you never threw water out your door after dark. You might be throwing it on your loved ones, the spirits of your loved ones who came to visit at night. If you just had to throw that water out, you'd stop first and say, "Excuse me, loved ones. Draw aside," and that gave them time to move out of the way.

Back in the 1940s when I was growing up, it was part of everyday life [over here on Sapelo Island] to believe in magic and signs and spirits. My family absolutely believed. That's right. The spirits were always in our lives. Always. People talked to the spirits and accused them of playing tricks and being full of mischief. Like when Mama would lose her glasses and she knew, just knew, she left them on the table.

She'd say, "Okay, Uncle Shed, I know you're in the house. I know you took my glasses. I know you' playin' a joke on me. Now put my glasses back. You put my glasses right back where you got them from." Uncle Shed was
Shadrach Hall, Mama's uncle on her mother's side, who was born in slavery times and lived to be more than one hundred years old. Mama would call on the spirit of Uncle Shed to put her glasses back and then she'd go and do her work and come back, and those glasses would be on the table right where she left them. All of a sudden, they'd reappear.

Some of us saw spirits too, me included, not all the time but sometimes. Of course, there's a reason why I saw them. The old people said I was singled out.

We were living at Belle Marsh, on the west side of Sapelo, on the North End, when I got singled out. There were five small black communities over here then, Belle Marsh, Raccoon Bluff, Lumber Landing, Shell Hammock and Hog Hammock.

Hog Hammock was already the biggest community and Belle Marsh was the smallest, but we all lived on land that had been in our families since shortly after the Civil War. When freedom came, our ancestors knew the only way to stand on their own two feet and feed their families was to have their own land. So as soon as they could, they bought land on the island they had worked the soil of during slavery days.

Belle Marsh was my family's own little world. Other than Papa's Uncle Nero, it was just Mama and Papa, my brother Gibb, my sisters Barbara and Ada, Ada's baby son Michael and my brother Asberry and me in the area known as Belle Marsh. That was it.

Anyway, one day when I was three years old, I got sick. Real sick. Up to that time, I was a regular little healthy child. Mama and Papa had gone shopping in Brunswick that day. They'd gotten up early that morning and walked down to Marsh Landing at the southern tip of the island to catch the company boat. That was nine miles right there. Then they rode six and one-half miles over the water to Meridian Dock on "the other side," which is what we all call the Georgia mainland. From there, it's another twenty-one miles south to Brunswick but luckily Mama and Papa got a ride. What I'm getting at though is that they were far away.

It was spring, a beautiful Saturday in May, late May, matter of fact, and back at Belle Marsh, my brother Asberry and I were playing in the sun. There was a pear tree near the house and there were tiny green pears on the pear tree that were looking good. Mama had told us not to eat them because they weren't ripe yet. But a kid's gonna do what a kid's gonna do, especially if your parents aren't around to catch you, so naturally we ate them. Asberry picked them. He was two years older than me, which made him five, so he could reach up and grab them and he gave me some. We had ourselves a good time eating those pears.

By the time Mama and Papa got back to the Marsh Landing Dock and walked home to Belle Marsh, it was almost dark. I wasn't feeling well by then and I got worse quick. That night, I had a fever, a very high fever, and no matter what Mama and Papa did, nothing brought the fever down.

We didn't have a doctor on the island, we never had and we still don't, so people took care of things themselves. They had to most times, absolutely had to, and Mama and Papa had to this time. They couldn't have gotten me to a hospital on the mainland because the company boat didn't run on Saturday night and it was the only way on and off the island.

Mama and Papa tried every remedy they could and nothing worked. There's a plant here we call the fever bush because you make a tea out of it to lower your temperature, but that bush isn't ready to pick until late summer, so they had to try something else.

Mama bathed me in tepid water and that didn't work so Papa went out and got some leaves from the beauty berry bush, another plant that grows over here. In the fall of the year, the beauty berry bush has clusters of the most gorgeous bright purple berries and that's why it's called the beauty berry bush, but it's the leaves that you use and they're out in the spring. Mama crushed the leaves, mixed them with vinegar and slathered it all over my body to make the fever go down. But that didn't work either.

Mama and Papa sat up all night with me. Nobody in the house went to bed that night. Nobody slept. They were all too scared for me to sleep. Mama was watching and praying the entire night because she knew my fate was in God's hands.

A little before daybreak, I died.

Table of Contents

Dayclean1
1.A Special Gift9
2.Paradise to Us19
3.The Spirit of Grandma Ada30
4.A Make-Do or Do-Without Family36
5.Grandma Winnie44
6.At the Bluff55
7.The Babydoll72
8.Around the Fire80
9.Moving Day92
10.Ain't Nuttin' Right with Hog Hammock104
11.The Jack-o'-Lantern116
12.Make Sump'n of Yourself122
13.The Old Man130
14.The Hag That Rides You140
15.The Bolito Man145
16.God Resides in the East157
17.The Dog Finger169
18.The Buzzard Lope178
19.In Come Dr. Buzzard187
20.Life Everlasting201
21.The Cusp209
22.Mama Gets Conned213
23.To Skin a Cat218
24.God Loves You Best228
25.One Come, One Go240
26.Coming Home251
27.The Eye of the Storm266
28.She Who Has a Purpose279
29.I Flew Back298
30.Watch Night320

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Dead_Dreamer on LibraryThing 7 months ago
This is a book on the history and folklore of Sapelo Island just off the coast of Georgia, near Savannah. It was written by a woman who was born and raised there. Previously I didn't know squat about that part of the country, but after reading 368 pages about their culture, land, folklore, history, cuisine, climate and attitudes, I learned a hell of a lot. Sapelo Island (about 90 square miles) was originally rice plantations dating back to the early 1700s. During the Civil War the plantation owners fled, but many of the slaves stayed on the island. They pooled their money together as a group and purchased the land from the government. It took them nearly a decade to do it (these people were dirt poor), but they did it, and by doing so created one the first black communities owned by blacks. In the 1940s they were "discovered" by anthropologists who found that they were still practicing many of the exact same traditions as their ancestors had in Sierra Leone. For example they were still making decorative baskets using the exact same weaving technique used in Sierra Leone. Even though many were illiterate, they'd still maintained their traditions orally for nearly 250 years. The main reason I was interested in this book is because everyone on the island practiced hoodoo or "the root" as they call it (and still does). I was hoping to get more information about the legendary hoodoo conjurer, Dr. Buzzard; however, the info was pretty slim (even though he's in the title). He was well known by the islanders by reputation, but Dr. Buzzard operated on St. Helena Island to the north, so many of them never actually met him. It's a pretty in book over all, though it tended to drag a bit at times, and I'd hoped for more info on conjure folk.
ksenglish on LibraryThing 7 months ago
I bought this book while on Sapelo Island and actually met the author. I wish that I had read the book before my trip to the island. Now I want to return and ask her about the book.It is a charming book full of well-told stories by a talented "griot". I'm so glad that she felt moved to write this book because so much of what she has included here has already vanished or is in the process of becoming extinct. Insight into a way of life seldom seen is presented in an entertaining and interesting fashion.If you have an opportunity to visit Sapelo, do so before it is just a memory or a footnote in Georgia history. And definitely read this book before you go.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a great book. And the remarkable part about it is that we don't really pay attention to history until it comes alive. This book comes alive !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!