WARMER DAYS… on to Florida (Part 156t)
When my father gave me the
keys he also gave me $10 for gas and told me to keep the change. That
wasn’t like him but I wasn’t going to complain. As we drove past the
area we’d stopped on our way back the day before I had to smile. What
had been the possibility of being a problem ended up being the start of
something good (for me). We got into the city limits and stopped for
gas. Elle decided she wanted to eat before going on to the Fountain of
Youth but I had no idea where to go. I ended up asking the gas attendant
(we still had those back in those days) where a good seafood restaurant
was located. He asked if we liked shrimp and when I told him “yes” he
gave me directions to this place located on the river. We had to go into
the city to get there and when I finally found it he wasn’t kidding… it
was on pilings about 100 feet out into the river. It was, for sure, a
shrimp lovers delight. But the best memory of the place wasn’t the food.
For ‘entertainment’ they would sell you a basket of stale bread and
then you’d go to a window and throw pieces of it into the water. The
catfish would go crazy for it. I’m not kidding. It was quite a show.
Thirty to forty fish fighting for a few pieces of bread. Every time I
thought about St. Augustine after that I”d think of the catfish. Elle
got her shrimp salad and I chowed down on shrimp cocktail. It was
probably the first time I’d eaten really fresh shrimp. The waiter
pointed out the window to the shrimp boat that they bought them from. I
was impressed.
We ended up walking the docks while we were there.
I’d always loved looking at boats and with Elle’s father a fisherman it
was interesting to see the different types. A deckhand was cleaning up
a shrimp boat that had just unloaded its haul. I asked some questions
about how they went about catching them and the first thing I knew it
was approaching 2pm. My plan had been to go to both the fountain and the
fort but I wasn’t sure we’d be able to do both. Since Elle insisted on
the fountain we headed there first. The words of my father were firmly
entrenched in my mind as we drove up. The archway into the grounds
looked interesting but I was puzzled about why it was so elaborate when
all we wanted to see was a simple fountain. It wasn’t until I paid the
entrance fee and got the brochure that I realized there was more than
that. There were formal gardens to visit… not my favorite thing,
especially having had to pay to see them.
We followed the paths to the fountain and I can still say I was
underwhelmed. The first thing was that there was no fountain to be seen…
and it smelled like a whole bunch of people had let off a simultaneous
fart.. All I saw was a grate over a hole in the ground. It only took a
second for me to grasp what my father had warned me about… rip off!. I
wasn’t happy but Elle tried to placate me by saying that at least she’d
seen it. I was ready to leave but Elle said that since we’d paid the
money she wanted to see the gardens. I’ll admit that if flowers and
gardens were your ‘thing’ it was impressive. We were looking at a formal
garden and Elle was trying to get me to take it all in since the area
behind our garage had, at one time, been one. I was impatient to leave
and had turned to go when this stranger called out to us. I saw the
woman waving and rushing towards us. My mind said “What now?" as she ran
up to us. Almost immediately she addressed Elle by name… her maiden
name. Long story short, she’d Summered in our town in a cottage right
across the creek that bordered where we’d grown up. When the tide was
too low to swim in the bay we’d go down to the creek and swim there.
She'd seen Elle and somehow she’d learned her name and, even more
interesting, remembered it. Of course we had to indulge her and listen
to where she was living now (Florida) and how much she missed our area,
especially in the Summer. Elle was a lot more patient than I was so when
I interrupted to tell her it was 4pm and we would have to hurry to get
to the fort to get a few pictures she gave me one of her ‘looks’.
When
we’d been at the fort earlier in the week the lady at the ticket window
had indicated that if she was on duty when we came back that she’d let
us in for a few minutes to take some pictures without charging the fee.
By the time we pulled into the parking lot it was a little before 4:30pm
and I wasn’t sure we’d get in for our pictures. My focus was on that
and only that. I jumped out of the car and implored Elle to hurry. She
hesitated and that just made me mad. Finally she started towards the
designated area to cross the street. We were running when we got to the
entrance. I was excited when I saw that the person at the gate was the
same woman who we’d dealt with. She didn’t recognize us and started to
say that she was closing for the day. I immediately reminded her of our
conversation from earlier in the week and she smiled… but that was all. I
was frustrated in being so close to accomplishing what I’d set out to
do but now wasn’t going to achieve it. I don’t know for sure if it was
the look on my face that made her soften her stance. She said she’d let
us in but she would only give us five minutes. That was all I needed and
as we walked through the gate she then volunteered to go with us and to
take pictures with both of us in them. I couldn’t say “No” since it was
up to her to let us in or not.
The whole time this was
taking place I paid no attention to Elle. She was standing behind me
and off to the side. When the lady took the lead up the stairs Elle
caught up with me. She wasn’t smiling and I asked why but she didn’t
answer. I couldn’t figure out why she was upset with me. The lady was
clearly ‘in charge' and told us that we were only going to the top steps
on the upper level where there was sun. She took one picture and then
suggested another with the river in the background. Again, what could I
say? That ended it.
To be continued...
2 comments:
Good looking young couple. God, do I ever hate looking at pictures when I was young. Every time I look in the mirror I wonder who that old fart is and selfies are even worse. Luckily my mind stopped at 21.
OB... Thanks for the compliment! I wish we still looked that way.
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