Monday, July 12, 2010
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
St. Augustine Adventure: Day Six or Eternal Youth, Hospitals and Picking Up The Baby.
First stop...feed the squirrels one last time and then off to the famous Fountain of Youth.
It had changed a little since we were there seven years ago.
On our way to the fountain we saw peacocks that wandered the grounds and made use of the many cannons on display.
On the ground is an inlaid cross and legend has it that Juan Ponce de Leon put it there to commemorate his discovery of the Fountain of Youth here in 1513. There are 15 stones down the body of the cross and 13 more stones on the cross bar for the year of discovery.
Of course The Colonel and I drank some of the water from the fountain. It has a somewhat sulfury smell and taste, but just in case, right? I drank two cups when we were there in 2003 and I think I haven't hardly aged at all since then (could be due to the routine application of hair color every 4 to 6 weeks).
Ponce de Leon would never know if his drinking of this water would give him eternal youth because eight years later in 1521, on another expedition to Florida, he landed in southwest Florida, very near where I live and was wounded by a poison Calusa Indian arrow and died in Cuba at the age of 47.
One new addition since we had been there last was a mini fort where a man dressed in a Spanish uniform would shoot off a cannon.
As he was preparing the cannon for firing he was telling us all about how the Spanish defended St. Augustine; what kind of cannon and shot they used, how much powder, etc.
He breech-loaded the cannon and looked over the fort wall saying with a Spanish accent, "See those people over there, they don't look Spanish."
After a loud boom and the smoke cleared, the soldier walked back up to the fort wall and looked beyond it, turned to the crowd and said with his hands two feet apart, "Missed 'em by this much."
This cannon firing was a very nice, new addition to the Fountain of Youth Park experience.
Firing cannons makes one hungry, so it was off to lunch at the Columbia Restaurant again.
The Colonel and I were seated and moments later we saw a crowd of people outside the restaurant with huge, expensive looking cameras. It looked like Paparazzi. We thought perhaps someone famous was having lunch and was due to step out the door at any time.
Well, me being me, I got up from our table and made my way outside. There was even a security guard outside. A possible bodyguard of the famous diner, clearing a safe egress path for Jennifer Lopez perhaps? I had my camera in hand just in case that was the case.
I asked someone in the crowd what was going on.
It was a photographic club that met once a month to take pictures all around St. Augustine.
Back at the table, I let The Colonel and our waitress know what I'd found out.
After a delicious lunch we toured the Spanish Military Hospital Museum.
This building was originally built for a stable but was turned into a hospital during St. Augustine's Second Spanish Colonial Period, 1784-1821.
It was a military hospital so women and children were not allowed in, except into the Mourning Room. A priest would be there for Confession and Last Rights.
The Surgeon's Office was the next room we toured. On the table were many surgical instruments. Our tour guide told us how each instrument would have been used by the Spanish surgeon. There were amputation tools and a good surgeon could remove a limb in about three minutes. There were tools for tooth extraction, bullet removal and relieving pressure on the brain after a head injury (basically a drill and the same procedure is in use today).
The Ward Room was next. Sick and post-op patients used this room. One of the beds in the room was a Cholera bed. There was a strategically placed hole in the mattress with a chamber pot beneath it. On the wall was a huge, wooden crucifix from Portugal, dated from the 1600s.
The patients at this hospital had a decent survival rate. The Spanish surgeons and doctors were very hygienic. Our guide told us that is was due to the Moorish influence on Spain. The Moors would wash frequently (because of religious practices). This hospital had a better survival rate than did American hospitals 100 years later.
One thing every patient received in the evening was hot chocolate. This was an order that came down from the Spanish King himself. The Spanish understood that chocolate has many health benefits associated with it.
The Apothecary was next on the tour. On the table were many herbs on display and our guide told us how they were used by the Spanish. The hospital grew many of its own herbs for medicines in a garden behind the building.
The final room on the tour held medical instruments and information from throughout the years.
The tour was very interesting and our tour guide was very knowledgeable. From the questions and comments The Colonel and I made throughout the tour he asked if we were in the medical field. This museum is a must see when you are visiting St. Augustine.
Our time in St. Augustine was over and it was time to go back down to Daytona Beach and pick Spud back up from Embry-Riddle. As we were heading out of St. Augustine we saw a sign for a historical beach called Frank Butler Beach. This beach was once for blacks only during the days of segregation. It was named for Frank Butler, a prominent black businessman of St. Augustine. The beach was beautiful.
When we arrived in Daytona Beach, we had a little bit of time before it was time to pick Spud up, so we stopped to check out The World's Most Famous Beach. We did not drive on the beach (which it is famous for), we just walked it.
We then drove to The Colonel's sister's house to spend the weekend so that we could take Spud on a college tour of the University of Central Florida (UCF) in Orlando on that following Monday, before we headed back home. Nice university and campus. Almost made The Colonel and I want to go back to school (almost).
Friday, July 2, 2010
St. Augustine Adventure: Day Five or Research, Father O'Reilly and More Research
Day Five...breakfast...squirrels...research library visit.
After lunch The Colonel and I take a short break from research and visit the Father Miguel O'Reilly House Museum.

The house is located in the oldest part of St. Augustine (founded in 1565) and was built in 1691.
In 1784 Father O'Reilly purchased the house to live in. He was St. Augustine's parish priest from 1784 to 1812.
In 1866 it became the first convent of the Sisters of St. Joseph who came from France upon the request of St. Augustine's first bishop, Bishop Verot (also from France) to educate the liberated slaves after the Civil War. The museum displayed a portrait of Verot as well as his Miter (hat) and Crosier (staff).
The last class conducted in the house was in 1956.
As a museum the house holds Catholic Church and The Sisters of St. Joseph memorabilia among other items like the "Hurricane Lady" statue.
There is also a small, authentic, historic garden beside the house in the walled yard.
It was back to the research library after our O'Reilly house tour.
One day left.Thursday, July 1, 2010
St. Augustine Adventure: Day Four or Light House, Little Sister and More Research
The Colonel and I made our way to the St. Augustine Lighthouse. We climbed it back in 2003 with Yam and Spud (before it was made famous by TAPS, the ghost hunters on television; we did not experience any entities) so we opted not to climb the 219 steps to the top this time. I snapped a couple of pics. Here is one of them.
The Colonel and I had some time to spend before they arrived. We did a little shopping while we waited.
J & J arrived and after hugs and kisses of welcome, The Colonel and I escorted them through the Old City Gates and onto St. George Street, the main street of the Spanish Colonial city.
We passed by the Oldest Schoolhouse on our way to the Columbia Restaurant.


Inside the gift shop was a little room that held the outer coffin of Pedro Menendez de Aviles, the founder of St. Augustine and his portrait. There was also a diorama depicting the first mass being offered after Aviles landed.