|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Viewed: 4/18/2019
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|Photos and stories of my adventures along Florida's Atlantic (First) Coast.|
Florida's First Coast (called because it was first to be "discovered" by Europeans) was also the first part of Florida to which I was introduced, since I moved to St. Augustine from Vermont in 1961. Also known as Florida's Atlantic coast, it is known for its stretches of white sand beaches, as well as Cape Kennedy and St. Augustine, the oldest continuously-settled city in the continental United States.
Dedication of the Prince of Peace Memorial
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Occurred: 9/5/1965
|Topics: #Florida #MissiondeNombredeDios #PrinceeofPeaceMemorial #St.Auugustine||Page Views: 1155|
|Photos from the day and night of the day the Prince of Peace Memorial was dedicated at the Mission of Nombre de Dios.|
In 1965, St. Augustine, Florida, celebrated the 500th birthday of its founding. As part of that celebration, the Mission de Nombre de Dios, site of the first Mass said in what is now the continental United States, erected a giant 200-foot cross and built a new chapel, the Prince of Peace Memorial. My Catholic high school choir sang at its dedication, and I took the opportunity to take photos.
Anastasia Island Jungle
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Occurred: 7/1/1967
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|Photos I took during my explorations of the wilderness near my home in St. Augustine Beach.|
In 1967, I lived in a brand-new home on St. Augustine Beach, in a community called Coquina Gables. This development had been superimposed on a system of streets that had been laid in the late 1920s, before the Great Depression put a stop to silly things like investments. But those old streets provided access to the Florida scrub jungle, and my sisters and friends and I spent many summer days—when we weren't at the beach, itself—playing in the woods.
Jacksonville International Airport
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Posted: 7/2/2007
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|The time I visited Jacksonville International Airport in 1970, when it was new.|
By 1970 the urge to fly was so commonplace that even my grandmother, Dorothy Weems Brown, was ready to go. She had been thinking of taking a trip to New Jersey to visit her friends up there but a journey by train/bus/car seemed just too tedious to consider. Now there was the opportunity to go by air, and no reason not to.
Castillo de San Marcus
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Posted: 3/19/2010
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|Let's take a time trip back to 1975 and open the phto album to look at my kids cavorting in St. Augustine's 'Old Fort'.|
By 1975 my then-wife Mary and I had moved back to our hometown of St. Augustine. With two little girls and another on the way, I felt it was important to get pictures of them. I knew from experience that it's easy to intend to take "lots of photographs" but to never get around to actually doing it. And kids never get younger. So I made an effort to create "photo ops" in which we would dress the kids up, take them to some visually interesting place, and then take pictures of them as we let them wander around exploring.
1994: St. Joseph Academy Class of '69 25th Reunion
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Posted: 7/21/2007
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|All about my 25th high school reunion.|
In 1994, shortly after the finalization of my divorce, I was invited to my 25th high school class reunion. So was my ex-wife, Mary, who graduated with me. It was a small class in a small school, with only about 40 students; and the fact that Mary was going to be there potentially made it a bit awkward. But, I thought, what the heck—I hadn't been popular in high school, anyway.
A Day In St. Augustine
|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Occurred: 2/8/2009
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|All about my very short visit to my old home town.|
This month's trip, just completed, was to St. Augustine, Florida, where I grew up. Unlike several previous trips, this one went without a hitch. Which means my story about it may be less fascinating! But I do have pictures.