Amelia Island holly

Amelia Island holly
Amelia sand dune

Friday, June 13, 2014

Sea Soothings….





Fortunate is the person who lives on a little island where the ocean surrounds our souls as well as our bodies.   They sell recordings of the sounds of the sea!

We get to listen all the time.

Below is a photo taken by my friend Lisa Robertson on one of their recent sailing trips.  Need I add more?  God's glory sung in silence and color.

 A poem to accompany it.










We are entering high season in Amelia, meaning summer, the beach and boats.  The Shrimp Festival has come and gone, not affected by one rainy day.  Tourists are everywhere.  Those of us who live here retreat to our corners of beach and yard and hunker down to tend our gardens.  New restaurants are opening yet to try.  We work in the mornings and nap in the afternoon til the cool of evening. It is summer in the Southland, on a little island of beauty.  Afternoon thunderstorms
 break the heat and send us home to a good book.

                                                   And then the sun comes out again.

                                     

                                               Photo by Trent Strohm on Flickr/Pinterest





Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Songs of Amelia



The song of the sea is not the only song heard by those of us living on the Island of Amelia.
There is an abundance of birdsong filling the air.  Recently, in my Internet wanderings, I came upon The Fernandia Observer  an online publication sharing Island news.  
This video is from that publication and was taken by Bailey Strauss.  It is simply beautiful.  We have a bird bath, but no feeder in our back yard as it brings unwanted guests: namely peacocks who live nearby. I have never seen a Painted Bunting or an Indigo or Blue Grosbeak. 
But, as they are nearby, who knows…one of these days.


The quiet, still art of birdwatching, or watching the sea ebb and flow,
the art of living on an Island.





Friday, April 4, 2014

SPRING COMES TO AMELIA

Though we are in Florida, we are way high north, almost in Georgia.  They say you have to go this far north in Florida to find Southern culture!

Thus, we have the seasons.  Our winter is mild compared to other parts of the U.S., of course.  Still we had a colder than usual winter season and welcome the warmer weather.  Amelia celebrates by showing off her azalea finery.  This year, probably because of the cold snaps, it is awesome.  Take a look at the treasures in my neighbor's yard.  Ours are a bit slower.  It is like we have it timed.




 The light was captured by my iPad camera at just the right moment.  This is one of my favorites.




If you are reading this from a cold clime, I hope that these
photos remind you that warmth and color are not far off.







I call this my watercolor photo.  Again, the iPad did its own thing and nearly transferred
a sort of watercolor of these flowers, ready for the artist canvas.


Friday, March 14, 2014

SEA SINGS A SONG

The new cover photo is one of my paintings.  Inspired by the sea around us here,
 the sights and the sound of its tireless changing.  

A week or so ago we went off to explore the new walking/bike path on Big Talbot Island.  Toward the end of our walk I retired to the car to sketch and my husband went on down to the ocean.  This is what awaits explorers as they walk this more difficult path.  
A veritable graveyard of downed trees that have turned white in the sun.  



Another side of the seashore here.  Over the water one can see some of the beaches of Amelia.
The walking path and seashore  is a short drive over the bridge to the Island.

A couple of lovers are walking the path to the sea.  The photo came out looking like
the cover of a romance and mystery novel, didn't it?



The map gave us directions, it will do the same for you.  Hope you can make it out.




The newly created Pathway gives credence to the adage: "If you build it, they will come."
We were there on a Sunday and walkers and bikers alike, often in family groups, were
making good use of the pathway.



"The woods are lovely,  dark and deep,
I have promises to keep, 
and miles to go before I sleep.
and miles to go before I sleep."

Robert Frost



Saturday, February 8, 2014

A BIT OF HISTORY: THE PHELAN-VEROT HOUSE


The history of this Island is an endless source of fascination for those willing to dig just below the surface,  Take the story of the little Yellow House in the Historic District. 



The historic marker in front of the house reads:


    How interesting, a tourist can mumble to themselves, as we did. Then promptly forgot about it.

Sometime later, we were exploring the old Bosque Bello cemetery here when we came upon a neat little plot of grave markers that piqued our curiosity.  It seemed to be the plot where nuns were laid to rest.  We were now even more curious and found out a little more of their story.



Then this past Christmas,a group of the Island  Knights of Columbus, including my husband, volunteered to tend the Sister's grave site and I went along with my camera.




One of the things we noted was that two of the graves were those of young Sisters who had died the same day.  This is one of them, Mother Marie Celenie Joubert age 32 years, the other was of Sister De Sales, age 22 years.  In the first photo of the plot above their graves are next to each other on the right.




Finally, a docent neighbor who volunteers at our Amelia Island Museum of History directed me to  someone there who would have me all the information I needed for this inspiring history. 
And that they did!

The Sisters of St. Joseph, of the Order of our two Sisters and their other Sisters were based in Le Puy, France.  At a request from a Bishop they had sent six Sisters to Jacksonville and then to the Island to teach the children.  Eventually they resided at the little Yellow house and made it their convent.  In 1877 the Sisters had made a retreat in Jacksonville when an epidemic of Yellow Fever began raging in the Jacksonville area and its environs including Amelia Island.  Armed guards were posted to keep the entire area under quarantine.

 The sisters determined to return to the Island. Four of them did: Mother Celenie, Sister Marie de Sales, Sister Xavier and Sister Mary Louise.  They found a "desolated Fernandina, with empty homes and businesses and deserted streets.  A peculiar odor filled the air perhaps from fumigation efforts.  Not stopping at their house, they went immediately to the bedsides of the fever victims…."  
"One Protestant doctor said, 'You have, my Sisters, more courage than a soldier on the battlefield."

Note: The Island population at that time was 1600 people, 300 of whom were Catholics.
                                                1100 contracted the disease, 94 died.
 
          The epidemic raged on for 7 months.  The disease is viral, carried and spread through mosquito bites of the female infected Aeses Aegypti mosquito or an uninfected carrier one.  The disease seemed to hit port cities (such as Fernandina). The bilges of standing water were perfect breeding grounds.
The disease was often called Swamp Miasma or Yellow Jack as it would occur near marshy lowlands, another characteristic of Amelia Island.  It had a propensity to strike adults in their prime and not children and the elderly.  The incubation period, once bitten, was 2-3 days. 
 If the victim did not fall ill, they were henceforth immune.

A medical practice in those days was to place all four feet of a patient's bed in containers of water so as to keep vermin away.  It was of course, a perfect breeding place for mosquitoes.  If a patient survived the disease, they had lifelong immunity. Antibiotics had not been discovered, nor had the epidemiology of the disease been identified.  Dr. Benjamin Rush, a physician during epidemics in Philadelphia finally isolated the cause of the disease.  It would not be identified until the 20th century. Meanwhile, treatment consisted of purgatives, wine or champagne, and sometimes blood letting.

From calmly teaching little ones, the sisters were thrust into the role of nurses and more.  People on the Island panicked and, not understanding the disease, left dying and ill patients on the steps of the convent. The sisters nursed them, sewed their shrouds, and even buried the dead.  They went house to house caring for people. It mattered not if they were white or back, or Catholic or not. They were tirelessly led by their superior, Mother Celenie.  She, and her dear friend and Sister, Sr. De Sales, contracted the disease themselves, and although nearly all the Sisters fell ill at one time or another, only those two did not survive.  They died 8 hours within each other and were buried within 2 hours of their deaths in the back yard of the Convent.  Five other Sisters arrived just after the deaths of the Sisters.  Those Sisters recalled that back at the Retreat in Jacksonville, on hearing of the epidemic in Fernandina, Sister Celenie had told another Sister there that she "would not see her again, but that they would meet again in heaven."  The Sister also described Mother Celenie as "having a celestial air about her."

             Here is a photograph of Mother Celenie.  We do not have one of Sr. De Sales. 
                  If you visit the Parish Hall of St. Michael's Catholic Church on the Island,
                              you can see all of the Sisters that were here at the time.



The history of this heroic Island episode would be interesting enough.  However, many, many years later when the Sisters were disinterred for burial in Bosque Bello the coffins were, of course, opened by an undertaker.  He stated that the two women were exactly as they had been at the time of their deaths, no decomposition had taken place.  Also, when he opened the coffins, there was an odor of roses.  This indeed had been reported in the newspapers. Keep in mind at the time of their deaths there was no embalmment nor were the coffins other than pine or some common wood.


In the annals of Island history this one stands out as a story of heroism.  We cannot go by the little Yellow House without thinking of those brave women.  

The history of our Island is deep and interesting.  I hope to share more of it.

                                                                         ……………….

Some of this information was gleaned from literature (newspaper articles, etc) and excerpts from The Diary of Sister Catherine, a St. Joseph's Sister, and from the online source below.  Another Sister, Sister Rose of Lima, died in Jacksonville of Yellow Fever also during the epidemic. Thanks to the Amelia Island Museum of History for their help.

For more information see http://books.google.com/books?id=ED3ZkLuUqFsC&pg=PA100&lpg=PA100&dq=the+history+of+Yellow+Fever+on+northeast+florida&source=bl&ots=sOc3uda-QS&sig=42XE9Wv2Z3L7GOQC-REQfIwNMxg&hl=en&sa=X&ei=VEH2UtHSBcqQyAHc0YBo&ved=0CFYQ6AEwBg#v=onepage&q=the%20history%20of%20Yellow%20Fever%20on%20northeast%20florida&f=false







Tuesday, January 21, 2014

CIAO AMELIA !

As usual, a weekend wander downtown and - a discovery. Our two favorite restaurants here happen to be ethnic.  One was now open for lunch!  Ciao is truly a taste of Italy.  We had yet to discover how much of an "Italiano" day it was going to be though when we decided to take a breather from errands.

Luca, owner with his wife Kim, greeted us personally, as always, and soon we were seated at our  table. As we entered a sweet space of relaxation we noticed that the young couple seated behind us were chatting happily in Italian. The sound was delightful and the music of it brought us back to memories of our trip to Italy long ago.

Ciao is a place where one can enjoy wonderful food, friendship and, in general, people watching. As readers know, that is one of my pastimes. Always a joy…Ciao.

                                                Luca welcoming us to his restaurant


We have known Luca since we came to the Island, eight years ago.  We watched him as he and his wife planned their career until finally: CIAO was born.  They are good friends.

I do not usually make endorsements but in this case, along with another restaurant, I will do so.
  Stay tuned for the other….




                                              http://www.ciaobistro-luca.com/default.html


But, my Italian sojourn was not yet over.  Typical of Amelia Island to have another 
surprise up its sleeve.

The next morning, I went to my favorite consignment shop. I needed to find some winter clothes to warm me during an unseasonal cold spell.  Here below is Barb. owner of BUY GONES, a delight of a shop in many ways.  Others think so, too, as you can see:

                                               Best Amelia Consignment Shop 2013!

There I was wandering through clothing goodies when in walked a couple shivering on this cold day.
When I looked up: lo and behold, the couple from Ciao! They commenced to speak Italian to Barb, imagine: also Italian!  Turns out they were in Amelia to be married that afternoon!  Good wishes all around.  I even found lots of lovely clothes on top of it all!

Barb is a great fundraiser, too, another reason to frequent her shop.  All part of the unique experience of Amelia Island on a cold Saturday morning.  Thanks, Barb, I will be back!





                     

                                                         buygonesamelia.com



Amelia Island is a place for dreaming. Laid back and slow, a day or two like the one I described is only an Island dream a hop, skip and jump away….

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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

HAPPY 2014



Wishing all who read and enjoy this little island blog a wonderful 2014.  Amelia Island continues to surprise and welcome all who come to its shores.  But, wherever you may be the Island Mentality is there for you….close your eyes and take a deep breath, and imagine you are on your own special Island.  Come on it, the water is fine!!!

We have just returned from a very big city with its inherent noise and traffic.  A huge sigh as we return to our home and listen to the surf sing us to sleep at night.




                                                           Thank you Pinterest for this photo