Nellie Myrtle Pridgen was pretty fussy about who shared the contents of her sea chest. Pridgen, a Nags Header, was part sleuth, part scientist, pioneer environmentalist, feminist recluse and curmudgeon.
Though she passed away in 1992, she remains the Outer Banks legendary beachcomber. Walking the same stretch of sand daily, hands clenched behind her back and head bent in observation, she sought what the ocean fetched by tide or storm and pirated rare finds for her personal cache.
When it comes to beachcombers of the 20th century, no one single collection comes close to the wealth of artifacts as those amassed by Nellie Myrtle Pridgen, says Richard LaMotte, president of the North American Sea Glass Association. Her trove of gifts from the shoreline and dunes of Nags Head serves as a 60-year time capsule of life on the Atlantic as items adrift from north and south found respite along North Carolina s Outer Banks. The shelves of a once-thriving grocery store display thousands of stunning sea glass shards and dozens of antique bottles.
Representing an intense period of collecting, all of her treasures are arranged as she left them to her daughter, the late Carmen Gray. Pridgen s repository, now the Outer Banks Beachcomber Museum, at Milepost 13 on the Beach Road in Nags Head, North Carolina, is housed in her parents Old Nags Head store at the corner of Virginia Dare Trail and Soundside Road.
Because of its location amid a nationally designated historic district, the Outer Banks Beachcomber Museum opens its doors only a few times a year attracting local residents, visitors and sea glass aficionados like Carole Lambert, author of A Passion for Sea Glass. After her visit, Lambert devoted an entire chapter, Soul of the Outer Banks, to Nellie Myrtle Pridgen and the Outer Banks Beachcomber Museum s collection.
The store walls are lined with merchandise shelves and display cases where it s easy to discern what Pridgen prized by where it rests. In one case, the carved spout features the face of a bearded man from a 16th-century demijohn, or large, oversized vessel used for transporting liquids. An identical bottleneck was recovered, in the 1970s, from the wreck of the Batavia, off Australia s Great Barrier Reef.
A chunk of fulgurite, rumored to be the largest in the world -- so much so that the Smithsonian took an interest in it at one time -- was instantly formed into rock when a bolt of lightning struck the sand.
Chambered nautilus shells are encased, too. Lining the old store s floors are ubiquitous orange plastic baskets that fishermen use to haul their catch to market. Here they are filled with whelk shells, sharks teeth, antique oil lamps, glass orbs from Japanese fishing nets and piles of colorful lures. There are intact glass bottles, catalogued by size, and gallons of sea glass sorted by color into clear glass pickle jars.
Pridgen had a notorious prickly personality. She screened erstwhile curiosity seekers, shooing away intrepid gawkers, welcoming the genuinely interested.
In a 2005 interview, Gray said, She watched the way people were looking for what they were looking for.
She allowed journalist writer Charles E. Cobb Jr. inside for a closer look. He then featured Pridgen s collection in his October 1987 National Geographic story.
In 2004, Carmen Gray cradled her mother s heirloom collection from Nags Head to Rockport, Massachusetts, for Between the Tides, the first Northeast Sea Glass Festival.
We talked our way onto the train, Gray said, laden with six European vacation-sized trunks packed with more than 350 pounds of her mother s flotsam.
The Outer Bankers were the surprise hit for many festivalgoers, but most had come to meet LaMotte and seek his signature on their copies of Pure Sea Glass, his self-published coffee table book.
In addition to autographing copies of his 2004 runaway bestseller, LaMotte played antique sea glass road show with his fanatics, who brought personal beach glass for him to classify.
When the Chestertown, Maryland, author opened one of Pridgen s assorted sea glass purses filled with 90-year-old purples, colored by oxidized manganese last manufactured in 1915, he was swept away.
During his national book tour, LaMotte made a special point of visiting the Outer Banks Beachcomber Museum where he could not contain his kid-in-the-candy-store reaction.
Like the reclusive collector herself, LaMotte says, the diverse items from our past have remained mostly out of the public eye. She never desired attention for her collection. Chaz Winkler and Dorothy Hope now carefully watch the store and its treasure. Their reluctance to move anything out of the nest is easily understood. Members of the beachcombing community would likely agree this is the immaculate collection. It s like the Sam s Club for beachcombers.