Books Upon Books, Back to Back

The Colonel and I once again attended the Florida Antiquarian Book Fair in St. Petersburg on Friday, March 13th. Like last year, it was held in the Coliseum.

Like last year, the book fair did not open until 5:00 p.m., so we had time to fill with other things before the doors opened.

We visited the St. Petersburg Museum of History.

We were impressed by their exhibits. We are not baseball fans but currently there is an exhibit room filled with baseballs. Every ball is signed by a famous player, politician or movie/T.V. star. It was interesting to see all of the autographs. The Colonel has always liked Barbara Eden of I Dream of Jeanie fame and we saw the ball she signed.

There was a little room with Egyptian items. Below you see a mock-up of what King Tut would have been buried in. Three sarcophagi within a stone container.

There was also a mask of Anubis and a replica of King Tut's chair.

A 2,600-year old sarcophagus, made of cypress, was standing in the corner of the room.

In a glassed case was a 3,000-year old mummy. She was about 35-years old when she died and was from the middle class (which was determined from her diet, which had been high in protein).

How did the mummy and sarcophagus end up in St. Petersburg, Florida? In 1920 a circus boat tied up to a dock for repairs. The boat's captain was unable to pay the bill so he offered the dock master the Egyptian exhibits as payment. Four years later the dock master donated them to the St. Petersburg Museum of History.

In one part of the museum was a replica of the Benoist flying boat. A manikin of Tony Jannus, the first airline pilot, was inside the flying boat.

One last exhibit the museum offered was one about the Fountain of Youth and Ponce de Leon's search for it (the exhibit was on loan from Spain). Alas, I did not take any pictures. One aspect of the exhibit was very interesting and fun. There was a large, flat, rectangular pad on the floor. The pad looked like a 3-D pool of water that you could step into. When you stepped into the "pool" or the "Fountain of Youth" the water would ripple wherever your feet landed and sparkles would float among the ripples. There was a sound component to the pool too. When your feet disturbed the "water", it sounded exactly like water rippling. I loved it, I was just like a kid playing on that thing.

When we left the museum there was a statue of a newspaper boy holding a paper.

On September 1, 1910, The Evening Independent, St. Petersburg's daily paper, initiated its famous "Sunshine Offer". Proclaiming St. Petersburg to be the "Sunshine City", Lew B. Brown, editor and owner of the paper vowed to give the paper away "absolutely free-without cost or condition-to subscribers and strangers alike...every day the sun doesn't shine on St. Petersburg."

The offer, which remained in force until The Evening Independent merged into the St. Petersburg Times in 1986, attracted national attention, enhancing the city's image as a popular tourist and retirement community. Over this 76-year period, the paper was given away only 296 times.

The Colonel said he had gotten one of those free papers during a spring break visit to his grandma's when he was a youngster. He doesn't know what happened to that free paper. I wonder if it would be worth anything now?

After our museum visit we walked along a waterway. We passed a very beautiful, public, comfort station. 

    

The inside was not as impressive as the outside.

Across from a bench we sat upon was the famous St. Petersburg Pier and its inverted pyramid. The pyramid is coming down and the pier is going to be renovated.

At the end of our waterway walk was the gorgeous, historic Vinoy Park Hotel that was built in 1925.

We eventually made our way to the book fair. We walked around like we did last year and we made a few purchases. I bought an autographed copy of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings', The Yearling. 

We made it back home that evening around 9:00. The next day we went to a book sale at a local library that Darling-Sister-In-Law had told us about. 

Two dollars could get you a plastic, grocery bag filled with as many books as you could cram into it. The Colonel and I made our way around the room, picking through books on the tables, and in boxes, that were under the tables and against the walls. We ended up filling two bags with books for ourselves and for Yam and Spud.

Lick of Paint

Last September, The Colonel and I had the outside of our house, Tradewinds, painted. The Colonel was toying with the idea of painting it himself (with loads of help from me), but thank God he came to his senses and paid a professional house painter to do the job for us.

The Florida sun is a harsh mistress, her strong rays bleach the best quality of paints in time. Well, Tradewinds was looking like a mere shadow of her formerly, rich, colored self after sitting beneath the Florida sun for over seven years.

The yellow was still the same "Butter Up" color we chose when the house was built. We did change the brown of the doors to a more milk chocolaty color and we completely changed the porches to a lovely gray.

We thought the garage door was white until the painter started painting it.

The painters even painted the inside of our outside shower. They re-caulked the shower door before painting it (thank God, it was becoming a bit of a peep-show with those spaces between the wooden slats).

Here is Tradewinds in various stages of painting progression.

The painters had the house done in about three days (I shudder when I think of how long it would have taken The Colonel and I).

Tradewinds looks so lovely and fresh in her new coat of paint. We had several comments from neighbors driving by. The Colonel and I are so glad we chose to have the porches painted gray this time, it really brightens up the house.

Wordless Wednesday

Time Travelling Again

In late January, The Colonel and I once again time traveled to pre-1840. We attended the forty-fourth annual, Alafia River Rendezvous in Homeland, Florida. The rendezvous is hosted by the Florida Frontiersmen and it is the Southeast's largest interpretive encampment. Every year over 1,200 participants live in camps and portray many different cultures and regions of early America. Over 100 craftsmen and "stores" demonstrate/sell large varieties of historical reproductions.

There were Indian camps represented too.

There were Mountain Men in attendance as well as young children and cute babies.

There were also men with long rifles and cannons.

One of the gentlemen shooting the cannons had an artificial leg that was in keeping with the pre-1840 costuming. I loved the kilt too.

The Colonel and I were enveloped by pre-1840 sights, sounds and smells. The wood and cannon smoke was intoxicating. I think it stirs an ancestral/primitive part of our brain; the part that remembers that a fire was essential to our survival. Fire kept us warm, helped us to cook our food and protected us from wild beasts. The fire pit/hearth was the main place in the cave, hut or house where we gathered for social interaction as well.

Of course food is always fun to eat at rendezvous, fairs or fests.

We walked around the entire encampment. It had grown quite a bit since we had been there last, five years earlier. We admired all of the camping gear and tents. I was enamored with the "sky-light" in this gentleman's tent.

I liked the paint job on this tepee.

The Colonel liked this portable pantry. I could see the gears turning in his head...how to make one and once he made it...when and where to put it to use?

There were many artisans selling their wares. I just had to stop and take a couple of photos of the lady weaver's work in progress. I thought of my dear friend, Kim when I saw these.

The Colonel and I enjoyed ourselves very much at the rendezvous. I don't think we will wait another five years before we time travel again to pre-1840.