Friday, June 30, 2006

Whoaa!! Last post November 2005?!?! Guess I slept in. Oh,well, let's review.
Obviously, I'm not like my brother, who blogs every day or night or whenever a man with a wonderful wife, three teens, 3 octogenarian dogs, seasonal hogs, attack chickens, farmed catfish and a job does, but I'm here now. Kinda've a zen thing, huh?

Anyway, my blogs have tried to set a background for the culture of Minorcans in Florida and especially around my home town of St.Augustine. Whether it is interesting or not, the origin of the continental structure of today is very important to the evolution of Minorcan culture. The beach,which is so central to our culture, has a very dramatic history. It created a venue for many stories which I hope to relate in time( in my case, maybe more than you're comfortable with, but I'll try to be closer to the keyboard hence forth). It's birth, like any Minorcan child, is important. Important in detail.

As our beach, the Appalachian mountains, dissolved through time. The Mediterranean home of our ancestors also erupted through violence birth. Africa's thrust into Europe caused compression and separation. The tectonic history of Italia was written during this time. The feature we call Vesuvius began to rumble deep in the Earth. The magmatic burps along the modern coast of Spain that gave birth to Minorca began and watched in awe as one of the most dramatic events of Earth's history occurred...the rupture of the ridge that allowed the Atlantic to flood the acrid basin of the modern Mediterranean Sea.

The Mediterranean basin at that time was hell on Earth. Miles below sea level, it boiled in brines that percolated through basement rocks and deposited desolate salts on a barrens of heat and caustic wind.Then, the infant Atlantic confronted the geologic barricade and breached. The world's largest waterfall began it's cascade. A wall of saline water ruptured this natural dam, pouring from Spain to Morocco, with only Gibralter rising defiant to this day. Our Minorcan home kicked in it's womb...and a new world began.

A view from the Crack Shack
I have to make a personal statement about some passings. Aunt Rachel, though not a Minorcan, was to this Minorcan one of the most wonderful persons on Earth. She came to our village half a century ago to teach in a very wonderful, but backward place. She was one of the most caring and compassionate people I have, and ever will have, known.Her blood was not ours, but her heart and soul were. She was not a mother, yet she was mother to two wonderful boys who bear her legacy.That is a burden only the Gods should bear. She was a child of God, and joyfully surrendered herself to Him in life and death. There are children today, this moment who smile when they say her name. Children who don't even realize that their lives are better for their short time with her.

Mr.Buck also stepped from this world, moving onto larger stages and the music of angels. He was as Minorcan as a Minorcan can be. His blood lines as pure as the pristine waters of St.Johns river and as deep as the mud of the San Sebastian that runs through his home of centuries. He never spoke of his heroism, (even though he tried to teach me his sailor's spices, year after year)yet he carried the memories of battles in the World War II Pacific usually reserved for block buster movies. He was a gentle, loving father and grandfather and one hell of a cook. I may not be able to splice rope, but I know what the standard for the world's best ham and mac'n cheese is, because he cooked them for Thanksgiving and our families' reunion for over 30 years. He was a dedicated muscian who wrote many country scores and loved to play. He was an anchor in our neighborhood and dedicated to Esther and his kids. He was, quite simply, a man... a very wonderful man. We'll miss you Mr. Buck. I expect to hear your steel guitar on the northeast wind, the wind that soothes our soul, the wind of our season and the wind of our sunsets. Goodbye.