This is from that Groups Photo Album:
Notice the diver? The Fed Alters mention sea attacks too.
The Fountain of Youth National Archeological Park isn't that far from the ocean. May even have a water way in that isn't on the Yahoo Map:
I've been doing 'chores' all day and evening.
Calpernia, that is very disturbing to read about possible involvement of The Fountain of Youth in St. Augustine with terrorist activity.
It is a remarkable place, contrary to what I thought it would be.
Can't really fathom why they think that would be a good target, except it might be 'easier' to execute than something like Disney World.
Lax security?
Fewer persons to observe them planting something?
This is from that Groups Photo Album:
Notice the diver? The Fed Alters mention sea attacks too.
The Fountain of Youth National Archeological Park isn't that far from the ocean. May even have a water way in that isn't on the Yahoo Map:
I've been reading some of y'all's posts, and this one caught my eye:
"Never heard of Hershey Bar until I was grown. I lived in the poverty-stricken deep South until WWII. We lived in a share-cropper's shanty that had no screens and the animals wandered in and out of the house. Went barefoot from April til Nov. Seeing an automobile was a rare thing. My Mom would dispatch hawks with one shot from a rifle. We "toted" water up to the house from a spring 100 yards from the house. The outhouse had no pit. It had to be cleaned out from behind and spread on the fields. Wood stove for cooking, limestone fireplace for heat. Cracks in the weatherboarding so snow blew onto the bed covers. The bedbugs were our nightly companions. Need I continue? WWII was a godsend to us. Dad and Mom were assigned to work in the war plants in Huntsville, Ala. and we moved. A real house with heat, water and bathroom. I thought I had died and gone to heaven."
Nan, are you sure you weren't born and raised in Texas?
You sure do sound like you could be my sister!
I was pulling a cotton sack when I was eight years old, and I remember waking in the morning with snow all over the ragged quilts on the bed, shivering in my underwear while I was stoking the coals in the fireplace to get a fire started before momma got up to cook breakfast on the wood stove, knocking the ice out of the water bucket and running to the hand pump water well hoping the leathers weren't frozen so I could draw a bucket of water never thinking about shoes 'cause my feet were so tough they didn't even feel the ice, being completely immune to bedbug bites (or just about any other malady!), roaming through the mesquite brush with a slingshot in my backpocket for most killin', and carrying a single shot .22 rifle with a few precious rounds of ammo for things that needed more firepower and sittin' on a milk stool long before the sun had thoughts about comin' up trying to squeeze the milk out of the cow's teats while dodging that cuckleburr and cow manure infested tail that was determined to swat me in the face.
All of this led me to thinkin':
How many kids nowdays know how to milk a cow, slaughter a hog, build a snare, kill with a slingshot (King David kind), make soap, catch fish without any store bought equipment, ride a horse (or even saddle a horse!), find food in the wild or build a shelter from what's available?
These skills are being lost with each one of us who passes on without sharing them, and someday they might save our children's or our grandchildren's lives.
Most of us WWII kids could survive without the grocery stores and without electricity, but could our offspring?
I seriously doubt it.
I've got some ideas about how to pass this wealth of information on.
Stay tuned..........
LOL!