Sunday, October 22, 2006

St. Michael's Cemetery - the history of Pensacola


Each year I look forward to the free walking tours sponsored by Pensacola Junior College, led by Professor Randall Broxton. My favorite is the tour of St. Michael's Cemetery which is currently undergoing restoration.


Walking through the cemetery, you will notice names that strike you as familiar. Then you realize you are looking at the resting place of people whose names have been commemorated by streets and towns and counties all around us.


St. Michael's was designated a cemetery almost 200 years ago by the King of Spain and is one of the oldest existing cemeteries in the state of Florida.

From simple to grand, monuments and markers may display a distant country of birth, an inscription of service in war, or verses of grief and loss, all of which give us some small insight to the individual or those who cared for them:

"Goodbye dear Mother, you have left me,
no more on earth your face I'll see,
your tender voice is always with me.
Through your illness I was absent,
yet you asked for me,
my tenderest thoughts was ever with you,
though I was far across the sea."

~~ Monument to Mrs. Eliza Adkison
Born Jan 1, 1820
Died June 20, 1882


A statue of St. Katherine watches over the family tomb of John Williams.


And names frequently reflect the heritage of those who rest there. "Marie" seems to hold some special story.


As ships entered Pensacola Bay during the 1800's, they would drop ballast before replacing it with lumber, cotton, or grain and sailing away to distant ports. Millions of tons of rock and gravel were dumped near Deer Point or along the shore of the bay.

Eventually, enterprising businessmen contracted to recover ballast, then sold it to Pensacolians for use in building homes, foundations, and/or walkways. This photo of the Grant Wheeler tomb in St. Michael's shows a unique use of ballast.

(Use of ballast can also be seen in North Hill homes or around Plaza Ferdinand)


Families of Norwegian sailors lost at sea near Pensacola in 1867 sent money for headstones.


The Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918 killed more than 50 million people world-wide. Such huge numbers are incomprehensible. A tombstone of two young sisters, ages 13 and 18, who died on the same day were most likely victims of influenza that year. But, whether the result of accident or disease, we look at their stone and understand the depth of despair this family suffered.


A Yellow Fever epidemic in 1874 caused the death of 354 of Pensacola's 1400 residents -- a full quarter of the population at that time. Terrified of the disease which was thought to be contracted during the day, the cemetery was lit at night by lanterns of families burying their dead.

One woman, devastated by the loss of so many in her family to yellow fever, wanted to demonstrate her anger to God by refusing to bury them facing east as customary. Instead, the graves are turned north/south.


In the northwest quadrant of the St. Michael's Cemetery is The Priest's Mound which contains graves of several priests and pastors who served the people of Pensacola.


So much history is contained within the boundaries of St. Michael's. Over 3,200 graves are marked, but new GPR technology is being used to locate many more, possibly dating back into the 1790's, leading some to believe the number of graves could actually reach 7,000.

Dedicated volunteers are frequently seen cleaning, repairing and rennovating, fighting the ravages of time and weather as seen etched on this beautiful statue above.


But a more difficult battle is constantly fought against the dark hearts of those who vandalize cemeteries. Who can possibly understand people who rob graves or get a perverse thrill from destroying pieces of our heritage?

St. Michael's has suffered tremendously from vandalism through the years, but the desecration has rallied many to become actively involved in researching and preserving St. Michael's and other local cemeteries.

While researching links which I have included in this post -- and which I encourage you to utilize to learn more about the rich history of Pensacola -- I came across a wonderful quote by a University of West Florida student:

"The vandalized graves are more than slabs of granite," said Siska Williams, a historical archaeology graduate student. "Pensacola's present is rooted in the lives these individuals lived."

Friday, October 20, 2006

A new day



The rain stops, the wind dies down, the clouds clear, and you feel like a kid during recess again. Life on the island is good...and beautiful!

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Some strangeness



"There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion."

~~ Francis Bacon

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Gone fishing


Life is getting back to normal on the island after a couple of days of high winds and high surf. To the delight of local surfers and onlookers, the surf is still up in the Gulf of Mexico.

Unfortunately I suffered a corneal abrasion yesterday when sand blew in my eye while taking a few shots on the beach. I'll have to stay away from the beach for a couple of days while it heals. The sugar-white sands are completely blinding to someone with an eye injury.

This photo was taken at Range Point on the Sound side of the island.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Batten down


The last two days have brought very high winds and surf to the island. As you can see in this photo, the water swept slightly past the sand fencing at high tide.


Wind gusts have been in excess of 40 mph and that was not even at the beach, but in Gulf Breeze. High tides have been almost two feet higher than normal.


Waves have reported been from 7 - 12 feet high. Long time residents have probably experienced this before, but it's the first time I've seen it when it was not associated with a tropical storm.

Now please excuse me while I go floss the sand out of my teeth, toss my gritty contacts, and tame my Irish hair.

Monday, October 16, 2006

An almighty element


"'Ay," said the Captain, reverentially; "it's a almighty element. There's wonders in the deep, my pretty. Think on it when the winds is roaring and the waves is rowling.'"

~~ Charles Dickens, "Dombey and Son"

Sunday, October 15, 2006

On my heart


"Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart."


~~ William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878, American poet)

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Lovin' the Doogie McDoogle



And so I ask, how do we define love and where do we find it? No matter if it is found through a lover, a pet, or even an island, love can enter our heart in the most unexpected way. Whether it comes early or late in life, it gives us passion and purpose. Whether through sunsets and sugar-white sand or warm brown eyes, we recognize love when it arrives.

Out of control


This beautiful-but-strange sunset on Thursday was not courtesy of Mother Nature. It was the result of a "controlled burn" in Lillian, Alabama which ended up out of control. The huge smoke plume drifted out of the northwest and toward Pensacola Beach.


As you can see, it stretched far into the Gulf of Mexico.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Rays!


I was able to capture a couple of quick shots of Rays this morning as they hunted along the eastern shoreline of Pensacola Beach.


They are beautiful and graceful to watch glide through the water. September and October seem to be the time they frequent our area most.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

If I had a dollar...


If I had a dollar for every time I dreamed of walking quietly on a beautiful beach...

And if I had a dollar for every time I dreamed of living on an island...

And if I had a dollar for every time I dreamed of actually owning a home in Paradise (Pensacola Beach)...

Dollars such as these would still be the most cherished in my pocket.

[P.S. Dreams do come true.]

Blue on blue


An incredible day on Pensacola Beach. The water is still crystal clear and various shades of blue and green, making it easy to spot groups of rays gliding smoothly below the surface.


The sky is vivid blue with trails of cirrus clouds, the humidity is comfortable and low, and life is incredibly good for anyone on Pensacola Beach today.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Home again


It's always wonderful to be home again, especially when you live in Paradise! What a beautiful day on Pensacola Beach.

Autumn on the island

How do you know when autumn has arrived on a barrier island?


It is when this photo


Becomes this photo!

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Brief absence

A note to my blog viewers that I had to make a sudden trip to Tennessee last week due to my father's illness and will not be able to post for a few days. Hopefully I will return by mid-week.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Tiniest of creatures


Except for a quick movement I caught out of the corner of my eye, I would have completely missed this tiniest of creatures on the beach. He was virtually transparent and no longer than a fingernail.

"It is not for us to demonstrate respectful dominance over those creatures, but only respect."

~~ Richard Ellis, biologist, author.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Fifty Cents


"No matter how slow the film, Spirit always stands still long enough for the photographer It has chosen."

~~ Minor White

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

"Indescribably lovely"


"Indescribably lovely. Truly heaven on earth, I thought more than once as I walked west toward Ft. Pickens in the sunny solitude of this unpopulated part of the island. The variegated aqua water was as clear as I've seen it in seven summers, and seemed to stretch on to unknown horizons."


"I saw dolphins jumping at a distance, rays hunting inshore, and small birds zipping by in swift, hushed flocks mere inches above the water. An amateur fisherperson had caught a 'needle fish' and was cutting it loose "so he can live". It was just a delightful gift of a day, full of visual treasures to remember in November."

~~ L.L's message from Pensacola Beach

[Many thanks to my friend, Linda, who also lives here on the beach. She sent me a copy of a paragraph she'd written to another friend in Pennsylvania, describing how beautiful our weather is right now. It visually captured a day on the beach so perfectly that I asked if I could quote her on my blog.]

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Jelly Belly


I saw more jellyfish on the shore today than I've ever seen before! Good thing I watch where I step.


This shot shows more than a jellyfish washed up on the shore. It proves that our sand really is sugar white! One jelly belly with sugar on top, please.

[So maybe this isn't really a Jelly's belly. It's probably his back, but what's the fun in saying that!]

Friday, September 29, 2006

The Bouquet


Today I saw a beautiful bouquet that reminded me of life's ever-changing journey.


Like a hand's grasp of hydrangeas, we adapt as best we can to the acidity or akalinity which sometimes unexpectantly rearranges our lives.


The sun shifts, the shade grows, and though we struggle against change, we adapt.


While the colors of our life may fade, as sure as spring follows winter, a delicate blush will become rich and vibrant, reaching out to envelope us again.



Though a bouquet is rearranged and its hues and tones shifted by time, beauty survives. Though not the same as we first gathered, or first arranged, we love it the same -- just differently.