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Saturday, June 30, 2018

Menorcan Journey

                                                                 Menorca Cove

Menorcan Journey – Ancestor Jose Joaneda Floyd (Floid)

Jose Joaneda Floyd (Floid) was my 4th great grandfather.  He was born in Ciudadella, Menorca, Spain in 1761. Minorca is a beautiful Island just off the coast of the Spanish mainland.

In 1766, Jose was six years old and with his parents they made their way to the northern part of Florida with as many as 1400 others that left their homeland to tame this wilderness. It took two ships and two months to arrive at their destination. Their hopes were high.  Jose became known as Joseph.

They found the conditions were harsh and after much hardship and starvation they lost about half of their population. It was in 1776, Jose, now 16-years-old and with those that remained walked to St. Augustine, Florida for a better life.

Popular legend tells us that in 1513, Ponce de León, a Spanish explorer discovered Florida while searching for the Fountain of Youth and he named the region La Florida which means "flowery land".

Jose married Isabel Maria Dewees on 21 July 1794 in St. Augustine, St. Johns County, Florida.
They had six children. Their first born was Catherine Theresa De Jesus Floyd, who married William Hall. Catherine is mother to Mary Virginia Murray/Hall who married John Carroll Houston III.  Jose died in St. Augustine, Florida in 1818 at the age of 58. 

Florida didn't become part of the United States until 1898, after the Spanish American War.

In 1980, the Menorcan Society was formed to promote the culture and heritage who left their home to make a new life in St. Augustine. 

St. Augustine celebrates every year the arrival of the Menorcan people with traditional tasty food, music, and dancing. People dress in period costume and have a parade of men and women riding on pure bred Spanish horses, the breed is known as Andalusian.

 

 Minorca, a small island in the mediterranean off the coast of Spain with great character.  Biosphere Reserve. Where the traditional Minnorcan way of life has not been swept away by mass tourism.  Small harbours, sheltered coves, quiet beaches.  Minorca, an island with a mysterious prehistoric past whose legacy can been seen over the whole island.  Caves, talaiots, taules...Minorca, the eternal face of the mediterranean.  Within reach.  All minorca's charms are never more than 40 Km away.

Minorca is such a small island that you can reach anywhere on the island in less than an hour.  From east to west, Minorca measures less than 50 km and at its widest the island only reaches 20km.  To the east lies Mahon, and to the West, Ciutadilla.  It seems to us that a whole world separates these two very different cities, but for mainlanders it's a short drive of never more than 45km. On Minorca, any point on the island is the "surroundings" of everywhere else, as the island only measures 700km.  So we can take a brief look at the whole of Minorca.  The whole island being, as it were, the "surroundings" of Fornells.

Mahon and Ciutadells polarise the island.  At present Mahon has 23,000 inhabitants and Ciutadella 19,000.  These are small towns, with a relaxed way of life.  Both of them have harbours and their histories are quite distinct, to the point of being antagonistic.  Ciutadella, the ancient capital, was the centre of Minorca until from the Middle Ages.  There we can find the old palaces, as you'd expect in home of of the nobility and church, Ciutadella being the seat of the Bishopric.  These beautiful and noble buildings can be seen today in the narrow streets of the centre, once surrounded by massive defensive walls.

 

 






 

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Alligator In The Sewer

         It's 1961 and we had been visiting my grandparents, Florence and Scott Hilligoss in Boneventure Florida located just outside of Cocoa.  Dad always had his vacation the first two weeks of  July, but the time had sadly come to head back to Massachusetts.

My three sisters and I hopped in the backseat of the new shiny black Ford, mom in the front seat with dad driving. But we had another making the trip home with us.  In the back window was a box carefully sealed .

Somewhere along the road we pulled over for gas.  This is where my mom climbed into the backseat to stretch out and take a nap.  My sister and I then climbed into the front seat.  Slowly but surely all fell asleep, except for dad of course who still had control of the steering wheel.

Suddenly, my sister was nudging me and telling me to stop it.  "Stop what?"  Touching my foot she complained. "I didn't touch your foot."  Yes you did.  We went back to sleep. When suddenly it happened again, and this time she was obviously mad and began yelling at me.  Then she yelled in pain when something bit her toe.

Now all hell broke out in the car for the alligator in the box had escaped. This carnivorous beast was just waiting to pounce on my unsuspecting sister.  It had to have crawled over my mother and two sisters in the back seat to get down to the floor to crawl under the front seat to reach my sisters feet.
Now we pull our feet up on the front seat screaming.

 Dad pulls into a gas station and gets out to try and capture this beast which proved to be an impossible task.  Fortunately, the gas station attendant, apparently a pro, appeared and grabbed the alligator as it was squirming around like a contortionist hissing with his mouth wide open exposing those sharp teeth.   We found it had chewed a hole right through that cardboard box, so the gas station attendant gave us a wooden box so it would not escape again.

When we got home the person I bought it for wanted nothing to do with it.  Can't blame him. So into the bathtub it went and we fed it hamburger.  Finally, a boy I had dated a few times said he wanted the alligator and he took it home, thank goodness.

It wasn't long after he too decided this was not exactly a friendly pet.  He told me he just let it loose somewhere.  So if you ever hear about an alligator in the sewer, you know where it came from.

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