From
Dandy to the White House
86 year old resident and Waterman of Dandy, Virginia
We met Mr. Dawson at his home in Dandy - #314. He was born and
raised in this house. As we looked around the living room and front
room, there were wonderful old photographs of his grandparents,
parents and relations. A picture of his father's boat, the Louise,
was hanging in the front room. We could see damage around the house
from Hurricane Isabel in 2003 where the water came up 15 inches
(33 cm) above his living room floor.
I fished with my father on his boat, the Louise. It was a 53-footer.
I first went out with my father when I was a senior in high school.
We had vacation and I went out. That was in December 1934. My mother
didn't want me to work on the water. She wanted me to go to College.
She said it was too much effort for the return.

I fished with my father on his boat, the Louise
My Grandfather and father fished Crocker, Spot and Trout, Bluefish
and Flounder here on the Bay. We also fished Crab. The first day
I went fishing with my dad, we dredged for Crabs. We went out in
the Louise, a dredge boat. We caught 50 barrels of crab one day.
That's a lot of crabs. In the summertime, we used a 38- footer
where we had trout lines and crab pots. We pulled them in by hand.
In the wintertime, the Crabs go offshore and hibernate, so that's
when you use a dredge. It's like big rake on a chain. You drag
it along the bottom and it picks them up off the bottom. Dredge
season starts December 1. There's no season on crab pots, the weather
takes care of that, but for dredging, its December 1 - March 31.
The Louise needed a crew of three - the Skipper and two deck hands.
The guy that works forward is the Cook and the guy that works aft
is the Engineer. I was the Engineer. A fellow by the name of Elmer
Brooks, a coloured man, was the cook. He was about the age of my
dad. Once in a while you'd catch something to eat, but by and large
you brought it from home.
We built a Crab factory in '47 and we shut it down in 1972. At
one time there was 3 crab factories on this creek. There were times
when we didn't have a market for our catch. So we built a crab
factory just next door. At one time, we had 50 girls pickin' crab.
Crab-pickin' was something you had to do by hand, it took a lot
of time. And at one point we were supplying 10 Ocean Liners that
were sailing the Atlantic Ocean, we were also selling crabmeat
throughout the United States and we had the privilege of serving
the White House with crabmeat. President Johnson was in office.

Looking out across the bay in front of Mr Dawson's Home
Dad had two boats and my Uncle Paul next door had a boat, so between
the two of them, we caught all the crab we could handle, in the
wintertime. In the summertime, we bought crab from 7 or 8 boats
that came in from Gloucester.
We had a kettle that would hold 10 barrels of crabs and we had
baskets that would hold 3 and half kettles. We would put those
baskets in the kettle, put on the cover and turn on the steam.
We'd steam them for 18 minutes. We'd take the baskets out of the
kettle and put them on dollies and roll them in the cooling room
and let them cool off. Then we'd roll them into the cold room.
We'd cook them today and pick them tomorrow.
Crab cakes, I guess.
Oysters would grow in the James River and we'd call them seed
oysters. They attach to the shells when they spawn. The James
River was
the most prolific seedbed in the country. My dad had 5 acres of
ground in the Creek that you leased from the state. You'd throw
the seed oysters overboard in the Creek and in about 3 years you'd
have oysters. We would sell them by the bushel or you could shuck
them. We didn't shuck any we'd just sell them by the bushel to
the merchants - purveyors or fishmongers.
Um, no… Not much.
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