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Drums and Shadows - Pin Point



Pin Point

Pin Point, a Negro community about nine miles southeast of Savannah, is scattered over some twenty or thirty acres on a peninsula overlooking Shipyard Creek. Many of the small wooden cabins are neatly whitewashed and are half hidden by shrubbery and spreading oaks. Flowers and vegetables are planted in the most advantageous sunny spots near the houses and most of the yards are enclosed by picket fences, giving a cozy and pleasant privacy. The lanes, little more than wagon tracks, twist in and out and across the settlement. The informal and haphazard scattering of the houses, with high shrubbery bordering the lanes, gives an effect that is pleasing and unusual.

Pin Point has a church, a pavilion on the tidewater creek, and a crab cannery. The men and women who do not work as domestic servants at the nearby country places find employment in the crab cannery or fish and crab and shrimp for themselves. The life is quiet, soothed by the smell of the salt marsh.

It is only when some great excitement takes place, a stirring religious service, a dance at the community pavilion, a death, or some scandal concerning a neighbor, that quiet Pin Point bestirs itself. Recently, one of the fishermen ventured into the foreign waters of the Ogeechee about ten miles distant and there he was almost devoured by an alligator. All that was left of him, "the ham", was given a burial amid the loud lamentations of his relatives and neighbors.

The people are, almost without exception, black or dark skinned, proud, upstanding and loyal, suspicious of strangers but generou and trusting to friends. Most of the very old inhabitants have died in the past decade, so that to have reached the age of sixty places a man or woman in the patriarchal class. The grown people between twenty-five and thirty, are still close to the traditions and beliefs in which they have been reared. Firmly believing in the Bible, they still are aware of other beliefs and customs handed down by their parents and grandparents.

A pleasant, intelligent 1woman of about forty-five chatted with us. 1aCose, det is duh will ub God, but dey do say jis duh same wen a pusson die, 'Maybe somebody fix em' aw 'I sho know dat uhman wuz rooted'. I ain nebuh bought no powduh muhsef but jis day befo yestuhday a uhmun frum Tatemville wuz right yuh tuh dis house sellin High John duh Conqueruh fuh fifty cent an she sho say it would bring yuh powuhful good luck, but I ain hab fifty cent.

1bCose, it ain good tuh fool much wid dem tings, but yuh sho hab tuh be keahful not tuh let no enemy git hole uh yuh haiah combins; cuz dey say dey sho could fix yuh den. She laughed a little uneasily. Ef ya dream ub a snake dassa enemy neahby too, but ef yuh weah a snake skin roun yuh wais, it good fuh wut ail yuh. An ef uh enemy come tuh yuh house an yuh dohn wahn im deah no mo, yuh jis take duh bruhm an sweep out quick attuh im. Den sprinkle a lill salt on duh flo weah his foot track bin an sweep em all out duh doe and he sho wohn come back no mo.

At this point in her narrative a swarm of barefoot children, black and with shining eyes, clustered around us. One and all were eating crabs, biting into the soft part of the body shell or cracking a claw with strong white teeh. Word had evidently just gone out that some excitement was brewing. Strangers had come and were talking to "Miz Minnie". If anything was going on they didn't want to miss it. But "Miz Minnie" felt differently. 1cGo long, yuh chillun. Go long wid yuh crahb and stop lissnin tuh grown folks. Minnie flapped her apron and they scattered like a brood of young chicks.

1dYasm, cose yuh do heah bout cunjuhin. Minnie turned back to us. Dasso. Dey's alluz talk bout it, an I know ole Lewis McIver wut libs, yuh right now, wut foun a bottle buried in his mattress. He wuz sick an somebody wuz tryin tuh fix im. I seen dat bottle muhsef, wid muh own eyes. Yes, ma'am, I sho seen it. It hab yulluhlak oily lookin stuff in it an deah wuz a piece uh clawt struck tru wid needles an pins in it. Minnie looked worried at the mere memory. I seen it fuh sho an dohn nobody know who put it deah. But Lewis is bettuh sence it wuz took out. He say he ain hab neah so much pain.

1eDen wen muh ole uncle wuz sick, dey sen fuh a ole uhman wut know bout cunjuh and she wehn out in duh yahd an dig up a piece uh clawt wadded intuh a ball wid nails in it an she cas it away. I seen dat too. She say somebody plant it deah gense im.

1fDey make mojoes outn anyting but dey do say grabeyahd dut an nails an blood an haiah, dey is impawtant. Cose I know bettuhn belieb all dis, she laughed, but it make yuh sked an yuh sho full uh worry ef somebody tryin tuh fix yuh. After cogitating on these dangers Minnie smiled, But ef yuh weahs a silbuh dime tied tuh yuh ankle an yuh step obuh anyting wut put down fuh yuh, duh dime'll sho tun black sudden an quick an den yuh knows it.

Pin Point attained a certain measure of fame as the setting of the 2Bo-Cat murder in 1932. Limerick De Lancy, Pin Point Negro nicknamed Bo-Cat, killed his wife Catherine, and dropped her corpse into the deep waters near Hell Gate. When the crime was discovered, the fact that it had taken place on Friday, the thirteenth, loomed significant in the conciousness of the small community and in no time inspired a ballad. Attributed to no single author but apparently added to from time to time, the ballad now runs:

2aOn duh thuteent day ub May,
Yuh could heah ole Bo-Cat say,
"Git muh deed an policy.
Tun it in duh ashes way.
Den ole Catherine she begin tuh inquyuh.
Didn know ole Bo-Cat had dem in duh fyuh.
It a shame how Bo-Cat done he wife.
Put uh in duh boat,
Dey begin tuh float,
Dey float tuh duh Raccoon Keys.
He knock uh on duh knees.
Catherine holluh, "Wa-Wan-Wa"
Bo-cat make uh "Na-Nan-Na.
It a shame how Bo-cat done he wife.
He knock uh in duh bres
An duh oah don duh res.
It a shame how Bo-Cat done he wife.
He knock uh in duh back
An duh oah miss an crack.
It a shame how Bo-Cat done he wife.
Wen Bo-Cat wehn back home
He meet uh daughtuh all alone.
Uh daughtuh say, "Bo-Cat, Bo-Cat,
Weah my mama is?"
Bo-Cat tun right out he head
An he tro uh cross duh bed.
It a shame how Bo-Cat done he wife.
Dey got Bo-Cat in jail
Bout tuh hang im by duh rail
It a shame how Bo-Cat done he wife.

One of the Pin Point women 3Margaret Snead, recalls vividly the events of the De Lancy crime.

3aWy, duh night fo Catherine De Lanzy wuz kill, she spen it in town wid me, said Margaret Snead. Attuh dat night I didn see uh no mo. People frum duh Pint come inquirin bout uh but nobody seem tuh know nuttn bout uh weahbouts. Bout two weeks latuh, a pahty uh wite mens out huntin come cross duh body at Raccoon Keys. Dis a ilun way beyon Hell's Gate. Mus be mohn twenny miles frum duh Pint. I dohn see as how nobody could carry a pusson dat fah jis tuh murduh em. Anyways, duh body wuz brung tuh duh city, an at duh unduhtakuh's office people went in tuh see ef dey could dentify it. Dis a hahd ting tuh do. She bin in duh watuh fuh days and days for a high tide wash duh cawpse on sho. Duh body wuz caught tween two logs weah duh buzzuds went tuh wuk on It.

3bI membuh a great big cawn wich she use tuh suffuh wid but couldn nebuh git rid ub. So I went in and had a look at duh foot, and sho nuff deah wuz dat cawn jis lak it use tuh be wen she wuz libe.

3cHer ole huzbun, Limbrick De Lanzy, already wuz rested, an he git sen up fuh life. It wuz Friday, May duh thuteent, dat ole Limbrick carried Catherine off down duh ribbuh and murduh uh. A double bad luck, Friday, an duh thuteent das wy dey make up duh song.

Was the body buried at Pin Point?, we were interested to know.

3dYes, it wuz, but we didn hab no settin-up cuz duh body wuz too fah gone. Dat wuz sad. Ebrybody lub Catherine an fuh uh tuh die an be buried widout a settin-up aw lettin anybody view uh face aw lay deah hans on uh wuz sho a pity.

3eEbrybody wuz at duh fewnul. Come frum miles roun tuh pay deah las respecks tuh a po wife murduhed by uh huzbun on Friday duh thuteent.

3fDuh body wuz brung frum duh unduhtakuh's pahluh straight tuh Sweet Fiel ub Eden Chuch at duh Pint. Chuch so crowded yuh caahn hahdly see duh coffin up in front. We sing hymns, and den wen duh singin hab die out an yuh could heah jis a lilt hummin heah an deah, somebody stan up an say 'Catherine De Lanzy wuz a sister ub duh Lawd'. 'She sho wuz', somebody else say. 'She wuz a chile ub Jesus and she walk in duh way ub righteousness.'

3gDis staht off duh whole congregation an deah mustuh bin neah a hundud people git up and gib testimony bout Catherine's goodness. Some people cry an scream wen dey tell duh congregation wut a fine uhmun she bin.

3hDen duh remains wuz took tuh duh cimiterry neah duh chuch an buried. Duh whole time we sing hymns an sway tuh duh soun uh duh music. Ebrybody tro a hanful uh dut in duh grabe an wen duh grabe digguhs fix duh moun, we Put some uh Catherine's tings on duh top. Deah wuz a lilt flowuh vase wid duh bottom knock out, an a lamp chimney, an some puhfumery bottles, an duh pitchuh she made ice watuh in jis to Bo-Cat tuk uh off. Den duh ministuh nounce dat duh fewnul suhmon wuz tuh be preach at duh annyul memorial wen dey pray fuh ebrybody who die durin duh yeah. An den das all an we wehn home.

Why was Limerick De Lancy called Bo-Cat?, we asked.

3iDeah ain no significunse tuh dat. I hab a frien dat ebrybody call Friday but uh name is Lula. I hab a cousin name Angus Bond an a son name May Bud simply cuz he wuz bawn in May. One uh muh brothuhs wuz call Baby Head cuz at birth he wuz a tiny baby wid sech a great big head.

3jNo, I dohn pay much mine tuh names, said Margaret Snead. But I do pay tention tuh bad luck dates. Look uh po Catherine De Lanzy, depribe ub all duh propuh tings dat come fo burial, cuz it wuz a double bad luck date. Folks at duh Pint do say dat uh spirit nebuh will res in duh grabe.


Footnotes


1Minnie Dawson, Pin Point
1aBecause, that is the will of God, but they do say just the same when a person dies. "Maybe somebody fixed them" or "I sure know that woman was rooted." I aint ever bought any powder myself but just the day before yesterday a woman from Tatemville was right here to this house selling High John the Conqueror for fifty cents and she sure said it would bring you powerful good luck, but I didn't have fifty cents.
1bBecause, it aint good to fool with them things, but you sure have to be careful not to let no enemy get ahold of your hair combing; because they say they sure could fix you then. If you dream of a snake that's an enemy nearby too, but if you wear a snake skin around your waist, it's good for what ails you. And if an enemy comes to your house and you don't want him there no more, you just take the broom and sweep out quick after him. Then sprinkly a little salt on the floor where his foot track was and sweep them all out the door and he sure won't come back no more.
1cGo along, you children. Go along with your crab and stop listening to grown folks.
1dYes ma'am, of course you do hear about conjuring. That's so. There's always talk about it, and I know old Lewis McIver who lives, here right now, who found a bottle buried in his mattress. He was sick and somebody was trying to fix him. I saw that bottle myself, with my own eyes. Yes, ma'am, I sure seen it. It had yellow-like oily looking stuff in it and there was a piece of claw struck through with needles and pins in it. I saw it for sure and don't nobody know who put it there. But Lewis is better since it was took out. He said he ain't had near so much pain.
1eThen when my old uncle was sick, they sent for an old woman who knew about conjure and she went out in the yard and dug up a piece of claw wadded into a ball with nails in it and she cast it away. I saw that too. She said somebody planted it there against him.
1fThey make mojoes out of anything but they do say graveyard dirt and nails and blood and hair they are important. Because I know better than believe all this, but it makes you scared and your sure full of worry if somebody is trying to fix you. But if you wear a silver dime attached to your ankle and you step over anything that's been put down for you, the dime will sure turn black suddenly and quick and they you'll know it.
2aOn the thirteenth day of may. You could hear ole Bo-Cat say, "Get my deed and policy, Turn it in the ashes way." Then old Catherine she began to inquire, Didn't know old Bo-Cat had them in the fire. It's a shame how Bo-Cat did his wife. Put her in the boat, They began to float, They floated to the Raccoon Keys. He knocked her on her knees. Catherine hollered Wa-Wan-Wa. Bo-Cat make her Na-Nan-Na. It's a shame how Bo-Cat did his wife. He knocked her in the breast, And the oar done the rest. It's a shame how Bo-Cat did his wife. He knocked her in the back. And the oar missed and cracked. It's a shame how Bo-Cat did his wife. When Bo-Cat went back home. He met her daughter all alone. Her daughter said Bo-Cat Bo-Cat, Where my mama at? Bo-Cat turned right out of his head. And the threw her across the bed. It's a shame how Bo-Cat did his wife. They got Bo-Cat in jail. About to hang him by the rail. It's a shame how Bo-Cat did his wife.
3Margaret Snead, Pin Point.
3aWhy, the night before Catherine De Lanzy was killed, she spent it in town with me. After that night I didn't see her anymore. People from the Point came inquiring about her but nobody seemed to know anything about her whereabouts. About two weeks later, a party of white men were out huntting and came across the body at Raccoon Keys. This is an island way beyong Hell's Gate. Must be more than twenty miles from the Point. I don't see how anyone could carry a person that far just to murder them. Anyway, the body was brought to the city and at the undertakers office people went in to see if they could identify it. This is a hard thing to do. She was in the water for days and days before a high tine washed the corpse on shore. The body was caught between two logs where the buzzards went to work on it.
3bI remember a great big corn which she use to suffer with but couldn't ever get rid of. So I went in and had a look at the foot, and sure enough there was the corn just like it used to be when she was alive.
3cHer old husband, Limerick De Lanzy, already was arrested, and he got sent up for life. It was Friday, May thirteenth, that old Limerick carried Catherine off down the river and murdered her. A double bad luck, Friday and the thirteenth, that's why they made up the song.
3dYes, it was, but we didn't have any setting-up because the body was too far gone. That was sad. Everybody loved Catherine and for her to die and be buried without a setting-up or letting anybody view her face or lay their hands on her was sure a pity.
3eEverybody was at the funeral. Came from miles around to pay their last respects to a poor wife murdered by her husband on Friday the thirteenth.
3fThe body was brought from the undertaker's parlor straight to Sweet Field of Eden Church at the Point. The church was so crowded you couldn't hardly see the coffin up in front. We sang hymns, and then when the singing had died out and you could hear just a little humming here and there, somebody stood up and said, 'Catherine De Lanzy was a sister of the Lord.' 'She sure was', somebody else said. 'She was a child of Jesus and she walked in the way of righteousness.'
3gThis started off the whole congregation and there must've been nearly a hundred people that got up and gave testimony about Catherine's goodness. Some people cried and screamed when they told the congregation what a fine woman she had been.
3hThen the remains were taken to the cemetery near the church and buried. The whole time we sang hymns and swayed to the sound of the music. Everybody threw a handful of the dirt in the grave and when the grave diggers fixed the mound, we put some of Catherine's things on the top. There was a little flower vase with the bottom knocked out, and a lamp chimney, and some perfume bottles, and the pitcher she made ice water in just to Bo-Cat took her off. Then the minister announced that the funeral summons was to be preached at the annual memorial when they pray for everybody who died during the year. And then that's all and we went home.
3iThere aint no significance in that. I had a friend that everybody called Friday, but her name is Lula. I have a cousin named Angus Bond and a son named May Bud simply because he was born in May. One of my brothers was called Baby Head because at birth he was a tiny baby with such a great big head.
3jNo, I don't pay much mind to the names. But I do pay attention to bad luck dates. Look at poor Catherine De Lanzy, deprived of all the proper things that come before burial, because it was a double bad luck date. Folks at the Point do say that her spirit never will rest in the grave.

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