Wordless Wednesday

"Shirts and Skins"

A few weeks ago The Colonel and I joined an operation to decorate some shirts. We needed to paint some "flesh" colored shirts for the historical program that we would be participating in at a later date. The shirts would be worn by myself and other volunteers as we portrayed Calusa Indians.

The Colonel, the program director, two other volunteers and I met at the historical center. There we taped off sections of the sleeves and yolks of the shirts. Once that was done we moved all of the shirts to the center's garage. There we would begin painting them.

It was quite the assembly line. We blocked off sections of the shirts that we did not want painted with newspaper. Once the newspaper was in place The Colonel spray painted the black lines and the program director painted the other colors. We also had red, yellow and blue.

Once the shirts were painted it was my job to take them and hang them up to dry.

We were pleased with the results of our work. The uniform look of the shirts (aka Calusa "skin") would help us look more like a cohesive tribe when the time came to wear them for the historical program (post to come).

Gives a new meaning to Shirts and Skins.

Wordless Wednesday

A Mound of History

Just over a year ago (February 2016...I told you I am woefully behind in my blog posting), The Colonel, Darling-Sister-In-Law (DSIL) and I took a little day trip to the 125-acre Mound Key Archaeological State Park.

(Image from the Internet) 

The only way to get to Mound Key is by boat.

We had to get up early and head south to catch the boat to Mound Key. The boat ride was nice (about 30 minutes). It was sunny and a bit breezy. We finally began our approach to the key.

Mound Key was developed over 2,000 years of the Calusa Indian (Prehistoric Native Americans) civilization. The key probably began as a flat, mangrove-lined oyster bar that barely rose above the waters of Estero Bay. Located in the center of an estuary, food was easy to find. As the native population grew, the remains of their food were collected and heaped into middens. Among the forests of mangrove trees, the mounds and ridges of Mound Key now tower more than 30 feet above the waters of the bay.

Mound Key was believed to be the capital and ceremonial center of the Calusa when the Spanish first attempted to colonize Southwest Florida. The Calusa had their first encounter with the Spanish in the early 1500s. The first recorded contact with the Calusa was in 1513 when Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de Leon landed in the area.

(Image from the Internet)

(Image from the Internet)

In 1566, the appointment of Spain's first Governor of Florida, Pedro Menendez de Aviles happened on this key. This was also the site of the first Jesuit mission to the new world, San Antonio de Carlos. The Spanish period at Mound Key was hard fought and short lived and was abandoned by 1569. However, with the Spanish came diseases for which the Calusa had no immunity and would be the demise of their population combined with continued warfare with local tribes bringing an end to their once great society around 1750.

When the Calusa were no longer living on Mound Key, it was frequented by pirates and fishermen and in 1891 it was homesteaded by Frank Johnson. The Johnsons brought in other families to farm the key until it was sold to the utopian Koreshans in 1905.

The Colonel, DSIL and I stepped off the boat and onto Mound Key. We began walking on a path, away from the water's edge.

The path took us deeper into the landscape of the key and as we went deeper into the key we were also gaining altitude. We also passed by the only palm tree on the key.

Along the way there were interpretive displays and a handful of local archaeologists who told us about the Calusa Indians and showed us some replicas of Calusa artifacts.

  

We eventually made it to the top of the 31-foot mound of Mound Key (There are also two smaller mounds on the key). It is believed the ancient home of the Calusa King once stood on this huge mound. We could see the Bonita Beach landscape from our vantage point.

Below is a picture of a diorama of what Mound Key would have looked like during the Calusa's reign. Notice the large canal that bisects the Key. We saw remnants of the canal.

 

We walked from one end of the key to the other (15 to 20 minutes one way).

(Image from the Internet)

There was an old cistern still on the key from the early 20th century.

We made it to the other end of the key and saw the kayak launching area. There was also an archaeologist who demonstrated how the Calusa Indians blew in Conch shells. The sound could be used as an early warning signal.

It was time to head back to the other side of Mound Key and catch the pontoon boat for our return trip.

We were hungry for lunch when the boat landed. We decided to eat at a restaurant called Flippers.

This was our lunch and the pretty view from our table.

Mound Key...for such a small piece of land, nestled in the waters of Estero Bay, it sure has hosted a lot of history throughout the years.

Patriotic Parade

Last year on Veteran's Day, my DAR chapter had a float in our local parade. The Colonel and I volunteered to have the float building at our house the day before the parade. We do not live in a deed restricted area (sometimes to our chagrin) so we could have the trailer delivered, decorated and stored in our driveway until it was taken to the local high school's parking lot the next day. All floats, cars, trucks, bands, etc. lined up there before the parade started.

The Chapter Regent, Vice Regent, her husband (their Yorkie), The Colonel and I made up the float building team. It was a very simple decorating plan...a couple of signs, some shiny, blue fringe, flags and hay bales. The next day the decorated float was hooked up to a big truck. The driver (who got us the use of the trailer) followed The Colonel and I to the high school parking lot. We took the back way so that we could take it a bit slower. We had to stop once to check on the signs, but all was well. We safely made it to the parking lot and got into our space in line.

We had some time before we had to be on the float. We took the opportunity to have a few pictures taken.

It was time to board the float as the parade was starting.

It was a lovely day for a parade. Sunny and at times a bit breezy. I sat at the front of the float, near the flags and they would often flap around my face.

The Colonel found a good spot along the parade route to snap photos of our float as it went by.

Our float even made the local newspaper...