Tuesday, May 03, 2005
In upcoming blogs I do hope to address the results of what I found on combating Sand Fleas...but I need to do some chemical research while on island before I report in on my findings. As you all may recall, I do personal battle with those gaping mouthed, flying rats which are the size of a pin point–you only see them when they open up to bite you.
I also hope to give folks some information on traveling with your pets...if you have a tip regarding pet travel to Salt Cay, send it to me at michele@saltcay.us for inclusion in the story. You can never know too much when you take your pet with you on a plane to Provo.
Lastly, I am really happy to get photos and stories such as we have in this edition, to consider for inclusion in the blog. And pass the blog’s address on to anyone you think is a friend of Salt Cay and would like to keep abreast of life on the island time forgot.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Our Intrepid Reporter Returns!
It’s been a month or so that I’ve been home, then gone again to enjoy the colder climes of Utah.
Re-emersion into polite US society (so to speak) is not an easy task at my age. Or any age, or anybody for that matter, as the dog will attest to. He still thinks he should have dinner at 3 pm and want I a cocktail at 2 pm.(PST).
I have neglected my writing duties, but it should be excusable since I cannot report first hand on the Salt Cay lifestyle, going’s on and social life. Plus most people have been on Salt Cay but for me–so who cares except a few people like myself bitter with jealousy....well, anyway.
I understand it has been a very busy social season and the tourists are there in force...marvelous. I know we’re rented quite well. Porter’s been sending emails advertising crab races, art auctions, etc...
Debbie is beyond busy and her emails are missing more letters from the alphabet than usual. She doesn’t know it, appreciate it with her lifestyle, but she hasinvented the SCD text messaging dictionary without thinking about it. AT&T and Cingular, eat your hearts out. Some people are naturals at this stuff. Me, I just call, why bother pressing those stupid keys that make no sense?
Many homeowners have been on island..and some still remain. Property prices are going through the roof apparently–if you can find a piece of property or a roof to go through.
Whales are playing off the walls of the island.
The weather’s been there and no one is beautiful...just kidding Jimmy. Apparently this winter has been a winter for the islands. Spring has finally arrived with suddenly hot weather as I hear tell.
I have no idea what critters are doing what. But I do know that this next trip I am armed to the teeth to combat those little rat’s that fly around with their mouths open waiting to bite my tender white skin and poison me. Sand fleas, my mortal enemy. It is war! I will win and not itch the night away.
I was pleased to hear that my prints of Ladies of Salt Cay were auctioned off one evening and garnered $550.00 for the library. But then a plastic framed picture of Havana in lithograph took $300 so what does that say? Just when you get full of yourself....
I have been working on my Belonger portraits and intend to do a DVD of all of them when everyone has posed for me. I also hope to start an oral history project on video when I return to visit in June. It really got me thinking.
After some time to contemplate my essay on Windows, I finally feel ready to present it. Think about it for a moment. If Windows Could Speak: The History of Salt Cay. I hope you enjoy it and would appreciate your thoughts on the windows and what they are saying.
If Windows Could Speak....
They would speak the history of Salt Cay
I was looking up at a bedroom window at the White House one day, shooting pictures of this venerable old home and the now defunct Paymaster’s office next door.
As I stood there, I thought: How many women have looked out this window and wondered where their men were? How many children have been born in that bedroom? This house? How many people took their last breath there as well? What joys, sorrows, rumors, affairs of the heart have been observed from this window? What futures have been made and ruined in the eyes of this window?
I thought of the Paymaster’s office next door--now fallen, Taylor Hill and it’s mysteries, the Dunscomb Point Mill windows, Government House, the Mt. Pleasant and its history, as well as many other ruins on island of lesser distinction or flair.
What if a window could tell the history that it has seen? What if they could speak somehow? Would not that be one of the most enlightening history lessons of our island or the world for that matter? Unfortunately, windows cannot speak their history or that of what they have witnessed. We can only imagine, research and record and let our minds wander.
I mentioned the idea to Rosalie Harriot once and my grand idea of how the Harriott women must have waited for their men to come home from sea. It must have worried them so. She laughed and said "Oh, no one waited for their man looking out the window. The men looked out the windows of the House to watch the island and the workers. That’s why there are windows all around the second floor".
And the veranda? Well, that is where the evening’s entertainment was. Who was visiting who; who went to church and who didn’t; who was dating who...nothing got past the White House veranda for an evening’s entertainment.
But every time I look at those windows of the White House, and the storms that come through, the ships that wallow in the waves, the sinking of something as simple as a barge...I cannot help but think at least one woman stood at those windows and prayed her husband or son came home alive and well.
The windows of the islanders are more problematic. Their men went for months. The young island women worked the ships that passed in a most honorable way..crewing because they needed crew and the men were gone. Their history is a little more clouded than the White House’s.
Then we have the Governor’s House. Bryan Sheedy, who’s story telling I love dearly, perpetuated a story that prostitutes lived in the Governor’s House and looked out the second floor windows waiting for the ships to come in. Rosalie Harriot dispelled this quite clearly as far as I am concerned. But the lore of the story still continues. Did they?
St. John’s Church, with it’s graveyard against the sea wall, the doors to the graveyard waiting to take you to your final resting place. The old caulked windows rimmed in red and covered with red shutters...a most magnificent place. It is a place that welcomed me in September when Hurricane Frances made me so afraid for all my friends on island. I came, I went, I saw, I took, and I gave little in return, if at all. Yet they welcomed me and made me feel at peace with my emotions.
There is the Benevolent Brotherhood with it’s silent bass drum, flag, a young Queen’s picture and signs of hope, peace and prosperity. And, then, there are the two coffins awaiting occupants in back. I passed that place a hundred times, if not once, without stopping to see what it was all about. Now I can’t pass it without stopping and taking a new picture or just drinking the history in.
Then Taylor Hill...what was it? Who looked out those windows and why, when?
Our history is so important, we need to preserve it in photographs, scans of existing photos, oral history projects, stories and writings. This is true whether it is Salt Cay or our own family and home town.
I cannot take enough pictures of Salt Cay to satisfy my imagination, curiosity and desire to preserve this graceful place in the sun.
If windows could speak, what would these windows say? Please, write me and let me know.
Michele@saltcay.us
Re-emersion into polite US society (so to speak) is not an easy task at my age. Or any age, or anybody for that matter, as the dog will attest to. He still thinks he should have dinner at 3 pm and want I a cocktail at 2 pm.(PST).
I have neglected my writing duties, but it should be excusable since I cannot report first hand on the Salt Cay lifestyle, going’s on and social life. Plus most people have been on Salt Cay but for me–so who cares except a few people like myself bitter with jealousy....well, anyway.
I understand it has been a very busy social season and the tourists are there in force...marvelous. I know we’re rented quite well. Porter’s been sending emails advertising crab races, art auctions, etc...
Debbie is beyond busy and her emails are missing more letters from the alphabet than usual. She doesn’t know it, appreciate it with her lifestyle, but she hasinvented the SCD text messaging dictionary without thinking about it. AT&T and Cingular, eat your hearts out. Some people are naturals at this stuff. Me, I just call, why bother pressing those stupid keys that make no sense?
Many homeowners have been on island..and some still remain. Property prices are going through the roof apparently–if you can find a piece of property or a roof to go through.
Whales are playing off the walls of the island.
The weather’s been there and no one is beautiful...just kidding Jimmy. Apparently this winter has been a winter for the islands. Spring has finally arrived with suddenly hot weather as I hear tell.
I have no idea what critters are doing what. But I do know that this next trip I am armed to the teeth to combat those little rat’s that fly around with their mouths open waiting to bite my tender white skin and poison me. Sand fleas, my mortal enemy. It is war! I will win and not itch the night away.
I was pleased to hear that my prints of Ladies of Salt Cay were auctioned off one evening and garnered $550.00 for the library. But then a plastic framed picture of Havana in lithograph took $300 so what does that say? Just when you get full of yourself....
I have been working on my Belonger portraits and intend to do a DVD of all of them when everyone has posed for me. I also hope to start an oral history project on video when I return to visit in June. It really got me thinking.
After some time to contemplate my essay on Windows, I finally feel ready to present it. Think about it for a moment. If Windows Could Speak: The History of Salt Cay. I hope you enjoy it and would appreciate your thoughts on the windows and what they are saying.
If Windows Could Speak....
They would speak the history of Salt Cay
I was looking up at a bedroom window at the White House one day, shooting pictures of this venerable old home and the now defunct Paymaster’s office next door.
As I stood there, I thought: How many women have looked out this window and wondered where their men were? How many children have been born in that bedroom? This house? How many people took their last breath there as well? What joys, sorrows, rumors, affairs of the heart have been observed from this window? What futures have been made and ruined in the eyes of this window?
I thought of the Paymaster’s office next door--now fallen, Taylor Hill and it’s mysteries, the Dunscomb Point Mill windows, Government House, the Mt. Pleasant and its history, as well as many other ruins on island of lesser distinction or flair.
What if a window could tell the history that it has seen? What if they could speak somehow? Would not that be one of the most enlightening history lessons of our island or the world for that matter? Unfortunately, windows cannot speak their history or that of what they have witnessed. We can only imagine, research and record and let our minds wander.
I mentioned the idea to Rosalie Harriot once and my grand idea of how the Harriott women must have waited for their men to come home from sea. It must have worried them so. She laughed and said "Oh, no one waited for their man looking out the window. The men looked out the windows of the House to watch the island and the workers. That’s why there are windows all around the second floor".
And the veranda? Well, that is where the evening’s entertainment was. Who was visiting who; who went to church and who didn’t; who was dating who...nothing got past the White House veranda for an evening’s entertainment.
But every time I look at those windows of the White House, and the storms that come through, the ships that wallow in the waves, the sinking of something as simple as a barge...I cannot help but think at least one woman stood at those windows and prayed her husband or son came home alive and well.
The windows of the islanders are more problematic. Their men went for months. The young island women worked the ships that passed in a most honorable way..crewing because they needed crew and the men were gone. Their history is a little more clouded than the White House’s.
Then we have the Governor’s House. Bryan Sheedy, who’s story telling I love dearly, perpetuated a story that prostitutes lived in the Governor’s House and looked out the second floor windows waiting for the ships to come in. Rosalie Harriot dispelled this quite clearly as far as I am concerned. But the lore of the story still continues. Did they?
St. John’s Church, with it’s graveyard against the sea wall, the doors to the graveyard waiting to take you to your final resting place. The old caulked windows rimmed in red and covered with red shutters...a most magnificent place. It is a place that welcomed me in September when Hurricane Frances made me so afraid for all my friends on island. I came, I went, I saw, I took, and I gave little in return, if at all. Yet they welcomed me and made me feel at peace with my emotions.
There is the Benevolent Brotherhood with it’s silent bass drum, flag, a young Queen’s picture and signs of hope, peace and prosperity. And, then, there are the two coffins awaiting occupants in back. I passed that place a hundred times, if not once, without stopping to see what it was all about. Now I can’t pass it without stopping and taking a new picture or just drinking the history in.
Then Taylor Hill...what was it? Who looked out those windows and why, when?
Our history is so important, we need to preserve it in photographs, scans of existing photos, oral history projects, stories and writings. This is true whether it is Salt Cay or our own family and home town.
I cannot take enough pictures of Salt Cay to satisfy my imagination, curiosity and desire to preserve this graceful place in the sun.
If windows could speak, what would these windows say? Please, write me and let me know.
Michele@saltcay.us
Monday, January 17, 2005
A Trip Down Memory Lane--Photos Galore!
Poley Dickenson Celebrates 73 Years
I wish I would have been there as I consider Poley Dickenson to be one of the finest men I have ever known. But, since I am here in murky California, I am relying on my erstwhile reporter, Marilyn James for the rundown.
The celebration was held on January 16 at the Salt Shed. All of Poley’s children were there, and just about every relative–40 or so came to Salt Cay for the event.
Apparently a videotape was done of Poley’s life and everyone had tears in their eyes. I’ll have to see that on my return.
Seated at the head table were Poley, Miss Natalie, Miss Pat, Herbert Simmons, Jim and Junie Tews, DC Dottis Arthur and a minister from the church. Poley was later surprised by the entrance of Father Been himself to honor Poley.
The Dickenson sons made eloquent speeches about their dad while their sisters were in the kitchen getting ready to serve, for the entire island and guests, a display of food not often seen on Salt Cay. Refreshments of sparkling cider and sodas were passed around to toast Poley.
The guests at the head table spoke while Poley beamed. The kids, grandkids, nieces, neighbors and friends who were there–and obviously love Poley, celebrated and beamed with him.
The meal consisted of ham, turkey, chicken, peas and rice, cole slaw, potato salad, macaroni and cheese and a corn pudding that was to kill for.
Many island people got up to express their well wishes, including Barba doing a religious hymn, Gary Lightbourne and Noile–and of course everyone was dressed to the nines.
Time to perk up my own wardrobe I guess as these social events are starting to put some pressure on my usual Hawaiian shirt and khaki slacks attire. Though I WON’T bring high heels in any form.
Anyway, pass on your best wishes to Poley as you see him as I imagine he is still beaming.
Whale Sighting!
Whales were seen by the harbor of Salt Cay on Sunday–must have been there to wish Poley a happy birthday.
Crab Races Continue
The second crab races were held on Salt Cay on January 15, 2005 with the funds generated going to the windmill restoration project. BillyBobJack’s heir apparent– is yet to be designated by Lionel. He must have one in training, eating a diet of dense carbs, proteins and Crisco.
Racing divisions were Pee Wee’s, Lightweights, and the big boys, the Heavyweight/Unlimited division. The racing masters for the evening were Mike and Marilyn James.
Turnout for the races was lighter than normal given the post holiday flux and flow of guests and residents. Attendance should increase as the flow of tourists seeking legal crab racing events on which to bet, flock to Salt Cay with their steroid infused crabs.
Soon we’ll need the island nurse to be doing testing on the crabs–though how you get saliva from a crab I don’t know–to make sure they are not using performance enhancing drugs, foods or steroids.
Government House:
The Government House restoration STILL remains on a schedule as never before seen. Nothing continues to happen at an abnormally fast pace and the project is expected to never be completed as scheduled. Weed clearing is done on an as needed basis though so it is much easier to see the holes where you would not want to step and fall into the former plumbing system.
Paymaster’s Office Souvenir Stand:
Be sure to get a beautiful piece of rotted wood before prices skyrocket and supplies become limited. There remained a good stock of souvenirs before this reporter left the island.
Car Repairs and Dismantling:
As you all may know, there has been at the foot of Victoria St. and Compass Rose Boulevard (what else can I call it?) a lovely example of visual pollution–the old Pirate’s Hideaway Ford F150 that died a couple of years ago. Not much useful remains on this salvage except as a marker where to turn to get to the Compass Rose.
Much has been said to various folks about this visual atrocity in an effort to see it make its way the rest of the way to the dump.
However, on our last day Allan Dickenson (Shine) told me he has been waiting to surprise Joel but that his front loader forklift forks had not yet arrived on island. He’d been trying, throughout our stay, to get those on island and ceremoniously haul away the black Ford from the foot of our drive.
Since he couldn’t surprise Joel, he at least told us his plan. We can’t wait for this to leave as it really detracts from the island.
Thanks to Shine for appreciating just how bad this looks and appreciating how important it was to us.
Movie Reviews:
Since I have returned to reality, and found it rather cold, too news filled and busy, we went to the movies immediately and hid in the dark.
Since we just loved Phantom of The Opera, and saw it twice in LA, we hit that movie first.
If you are a Phantom fan, you will love this movie. It really fills out the play where if you don’t know the story already, you can be left in the dark.
Christine is excellently cast; Minnie Driver is the Diva and steals the show; Patrick Wilson (the Mormon lawyer from Angels in America) is Raoul and Gerard Butler is a great Phantom. His voice isn’t Michael Crawford–but then Crawford is in his late 60's and a Phantom in a wheelchair (so to speak) would be bad casting.
The Masquerade Ball scene reminded me of 50's Hollywood musical. It is really grand and great.
I will always remember how in the play you felt, even 10 rows back, the Phantom’s consuming love of Christine just by his touch to her face–chills went up your spine. And here, when they sing "Point of No Return" during Don Juan...well, your toes curl up, chills run wild and you are torn between Raoul and The Phantom on who get’s the girl.
5 thumbs up for Phantom.
The movie to see—after the Golden Globes show, Rolling Stone’s reviews, and word of mouth is Sideways. This is supposed to be a terrific buddy movie filmed in the Napa Wine Valley. And Million Dollar Baby by Clint Eastwood is another that will be seen soon and reviewed.
Other Social Events:
As the parting social event for the McNairs, Debbie hosted a wonderful dinner for the McNair’s and James’ at the Coral Reef. What a great dining room she now has!
The McNair’s hosted their last event of the season with the Tew’s, James’ and Deb attending to cheer on the St. Louis Rams versus the hapless Seattle Seahawks.
Butterfingers should have been served as the main course for those of us who were Seattle fans.
Instead guests were treated to 1 ½" thick Porterhouse steaks that needed to be eaten, BBQ Chicken Thighs, fried rice (I was DONE with peas and rice), fresh fruit, and pesto salad. Since I didn’t have Butterfingers to serve we did homemade chocolate ice cream, key lime pie and a chocolate cake.
The Rams went on to a victorious, though short lived experience in the playoffs.
Debbie hosted two playoff parties for Ram’s fans (adios) and Patriot’s fans (Tews). Since Deb has satellite and my satellite is occupied by renters–the fans will be seeing a lot of Deb’s place between now and February 6.
The Coral Reef Café sponsored a volleyball event and Horseshoe Tournament on Saturday the 15th. Deb has imported a truly awesome, official type volleyball net and made a sand court to get folks playing.
Critter and Injury Report
Just as we were leaving and the weather was changing for the good, mosquitos made their appearance. Not too strong, but we left before they got to us.
Palmettos were still strong, though not as strong as Raid Bug Bombs. As we packed to leave, our closet tops disclosed a few Palmettos who couldn’t take the gas.
Comings and Goings
Jeff and Joni are now on island.
I’m not sure who else is slated to arrive soon–so keep me posted out there.
Ann and Mike Hawkins are still apparently now arriving in late January. They are in Florida preparing to launch.
Weather Report
Marilyn reports the weather is marvelous and it is time to start floating. Clear, calm and wonderful.
Figures, we’re gone.
Photos
Now that I am back on broadband, I will put more pictures on the News, some of
which will go back to about 2000 or so when I first went digital.
That’s about it for now. It isn’t easy doing the Salt Raker News from Fresno, CA. It isn’t easy BEING in Fresno CA actually. I hate 41 degrees and foggy 24/7.
So, here’s a trip down memory lane. Most, if not all are my photos going back to 1997. There are some photographs I took of Bram’s old pictures, and a scan of a photo from 1940, when Rosalie Harriot stood between her folks on the White House dock.
I would really like to get scans of the old photos that are on island. It’s easy enough to do with a little patience. We can preserve history a little more if we make the effort.
So, since the news is thin, I'll fill with more interesting photos most of you have never before seen.
I wish I would have been there as I consider Poley Dickenson to be one of the finest men I have ever known. But, since I am here in murky California, I am relying on my erstwhile reporter, Marilyn James for the rundown.
The celebration was held on January 16 at the Salt Shed. All of Poley’s children were there, and just about every relative–40 or so came to Salt Cay for the event.
Apparently a videotape was done of Poley’s life and everyone had tears in their eyes. I’ll have to see that on my return.
Seated at the head table were Poley, Miss Natalie, Miss Pat, Herbert Simmons, Jim and Junie Tews, DC Dottis Arthur and a minister from the church. Poley was later surprised by the entrance of Father Been himself to honor Poley.
The Dickenson sons made eloquent speeches about their dad while their sisters were in the kitchen getting ready to serve, for the entire island and guests, a display of food not often seen on Salt Cay. Refreshments of sparkling cider and sodas were passed around to toast Poley.
The guests at the head table spoke while Poley beamed. The kids, grandkids, nieces, neighbors and friends who were there–and obviously love Poley, celebrated and beamed with him.
The meal consisted of ham, turkey, chicken, peas and rice, cole slaw, potato salad, macaroni and cheese and a corn pudding that was to kill for.
Many island people got up to express their well wishes, including Barba doing a religious hymn, Gary Lightbourne and Noile–and of course everyone was dressed to the nines.
Time to perk up my own wardrobe I guess as these social events are starting to put some pressure on my usual Hawaiian shirt and khaki slacks attire. Though I WON’T bring high heels in any form.
Anyway, pass on your best wishes to Poley as you see him as I imagine he is still beaming.
Whale Sighting!
Whales were seen by the harbor of Salt Cay on Sunday–must have been there to wish Poley a happy birthday.
Crab Races Continue
The second crab races were held on Salt Cay on January 15, 2005 with the funds generated going to the windmill restoration project. BillyBobJack’s heir apparent– is yet to be designated by Lionel. He must have one in training, eating a diet of dense carbs, proteins and Crisco.
Racing divisions were Pee Wee’s, Lightweights, and the big boys, the Heavyweight/Unlimited division. The racing masters for the evening were Mike and Marilyn James.
Turnout for the races was lighter than normal given the post holiday flux and flow of guests and residents. Attendance should increase as the flow of tourists seeking legal crab racing events on which to bet, flock to Salt Cay with their steroid infused crabs.
Soon we’ll need the island nurse to be doing testing on the crabs–though how you get saliva from a crab I don’t know–to make sure they are not using performance enhancing drugs, foods or steroids.
Government House:
The Government House restoration STILL remains on a schedule as never before seen. Nothing continues to happen at an abnormally fast pace and the project is expected to never be completed as scheduled. Weed clearing is done on an as needed basis though so it is much easier to see the holes where you would not want to step and fall into the former plumbing system.
Paymaster’s Office Souvenir Stand:
Be sure to get a beautiful piece of rotted wood before prices skyrocket and supplies become limited. There remained a good stock of souvenirs before this reporter left the island.
Car Repairs and Dismantling:
As you all may know, there has been at the foot of Victoria St. and Compass Rose Boulevard (what else can I call it?) a lovely example of visual pollution–the old Pirate’s Hideaway Ford F150 that died a couple of years ago. Not much useful remains on this salvage except as a marker where to turn to get to the Compass Rose.
Much has been said to various folks about this visual atrocity in an effort to see it make its way the rest of the way to the dump.
However, on our last day Allan Dickenson (Shine) told me he has been waiting to surprise Joel but that his front loader forklift forks had not yet arrived on island. He’d been trying, throughout our stay, to get those on island and ceremoniously haul away the black Ford from the foot of our drive.
Since he couldn’t surprise Joel, he at least told us his plan. We can’t wait for this to leave as it really detracts from the island.
Thanks to Shine for appreciating just how bad this looks and appreciating how important it was to us.
Movie Reviews:
Since I have returned to reality, and found it rather cold, too news filled and busy, we went to the movies immediately and hid in the dark.
Since we just loved Phantom of The Opera, and saw it twice in LA, we hit that movie first.
If you are a Phantom fan, you will love this movie. It really fills out the play where if you don’t know the story already, you can be left in the dark.
Christine is excellently cast; Minnie Driver is the Diva and steals the show; Patrick Wilson (the Mormon lawyer from Angels in America) is Raoul and Gerard Butler is a great Phantom. His voice isn’t Michael Crawford–but then Crawford is in his late 60's and a Phantom in a wheelchair (so to speak) would be bad casting.
The Masquerade Ball scene reminded me of 50's Hollywood musical. It is really grand and great.
I will always remember how in the play you felt, even 10 rows back, the Phantom’s consuming love of Christine just by his touch to her face–chills went up your spine. And here, when they sing "Point of No Return" during Don Juan...well, your toes curl up, chills run wild and you are torn between Raoul and The Phantom on who get’s the girl.
5 thumbs up for Phantom.
The movie to see—after the Golden Globes show, Rolling Stone’s reviews, and word of mouth is Sideways. This is supposed to be a terrific buddy movie filmed in the Napa Wine Valley. And Million Dollar Baby by Clint Eastwood is another that will be seen soon and reviewed.
Other Social Events:
As the parting social event for the McNairs, Debbie hosted a wonderful dinner for the McNair’s and James’ at the Coral Reef. What a great dining room she now has!
The McNair’s hosted their last event of the season with the Tew’s, James’ and Deb attending to cheer on the St. Louis Rams versus the hapless Seattle Seahawks.
Butterfingers should have been served as the main course for those of us who were Seattle fans.
Instead guests were treated to 1 ½" thick Porterhouse steaks that needed to be eaten, BBQ Chicken Thighs, fried rice (I was DONE with peas and rice), fresh fruit, and pesto salad. Since I didn’t have Butterfingers to serve we did homemade chocolate ice cream, key lime pie and a chocolate cake.
The Rams went on to a victorious, though short lived experience in the playoffs.
Debbie hosted two playoff parties for Ram’s fans (adios) and Patriot’s fans (Tews). Since Deb has satellite and my satellite is occupied by renters–the fans will be seeing a lot of Deb’s place between now and February 6.
The Coral Reef Café sponsored a volleyball event and Horseshoe Tournament on Saturday the 15th. Deb has imported a truly awesome, official type volleyball net and made a sand court to get folks playing.
Critter and Injury Report
Just as we were leaving and the weather was changing for the good, mosquitos made their appearance. Not too strong, but we left before they got to us.
Palmettos were still strong, though not as strong as Raid Bug Bombs. As we packed to leave, our closet tops disclosed a few Palmettos who couldn’t take the gas.
Comings and Goings
Jeff and Joni are now on island.
I’m not sure who else is slated to arrive soon–so keep me posted out there.
Ann and Mike Hawkins are still apparently now arriving in late January. They are in Florida preparing to launch.
Weather Report
Marilyn reports the weather is marvelous and it is time to start floating. Clear, calm and wonderful.
Figures, we’re gone.
Photos
Now that I am back on broadband, I will put more pictures on the News, some of
which will go back to about 2000 or so when I first went digital.
That’s about it for now. It isn’t easy doing the Salt Raker News from Fresno, CA. It isn’t easy BEING in Fresno CA actually. I hate 41 degrees and foggy 24/7.
So, here’s a trip down memory lane. Most, if not all are my photos going back to 1997. There are some photographs I took of Bram’s old pictures, and a scan of a photo from 1940, when Rosalie Harriot stood between her folks on the White House dock.
I would really like to get scans of the old photos that are on island. It’s easy enough to do with a little patience. We can preserve history a little more if we make the effort.
So, since the news is thin, I'll fill with more interesting photos most of you have never before seen.
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