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St. Thomas , Water Island , Virgin Islands Folk legends Feb 25

Proceed with caution:  this brief little history lesson is one I have cobbled together from various personal stories, legends, and reading material.  I cannot vouch for the veritable history I am going to tell, but it is a little enlightening and entertaining.  If that is what you seek, please read on and enjoy!

 Across the harbor from Charlotte-Amalie is Hassel Island, which used to be part of mainland St. Thomas.  Back in the 1930′s, a trench was cut near Frenchtown to reach West Gregerie Channel to provide two ways in and out of the harbor.  But in the 17thcentury when the Danish built a fort over on Hassel Island, there was only one way in and out, the Havensightside, where most of the cruise ships dock today.  The Danes knew this, so they would wait for the pirate ships to sail into the harbor, laden with plundered treasure and other goods.  The Danes ran a heavy chain across from the fort on Hassel Island to St. Thomas, thus trapping the pirates’ ships in the harbor.  The vessels couldn’t leave the harbor because their hulls would get caught on the chain, and they were effectively sitting ducks for the Danish cannons.

 There is estimated to be $800 billion in treasure at the bottom of St. Thomas harbor, due to the Danes’ cannons and various shipwrecks from weather and disaster.  To give some idea of how vast a figure that is, President Barack Obama’s initial stimulus package for the United States had a $780 billion price tag.  Unfortunately, nobody can get to all that booty.  It’s under 18 feet of silt.  Every time it rains on St. Thomas, everything that washes down from the mountains flows right out into the harbor, so the harbor floor is continually covered in layer upon layer of muck.  Even the “super salvagers” like Mel Fisher from the Atocha fame of Key West can’t reach it, because they just don’t have the technology yet. 

But, every now and then, a hurricane or tropical storm will disturb those layers of muck on the floor of the harbor, and we may find booty washed up on our shores and beaches.  Not all of it is in gold doubloons, mind you, but it all has value.  An intact bottle from the 17thcentury might well bring in a few hundred dollars.  The tiny chip from a dinner plate found in a shipwreck in the harbor I wear around my neck cost $45.00, so be aware, that useless pottery shard, clay pipe, or what have you that you find while beachcombing may boast a hefty price tag, too.  Happy Hunting!

Incidentally Water Island has one of the best beaches for weddings in the Virgin Islands.  When planning on a St. Thomas wedding , inquire about Honey Moon beach on Water Island.  The clear water and sandy beach make an ideal setting.  Since Water Island is not connected to St. Thomas it does not have the heavy tourist traffic.   A ferry makes the 5 min trip every hour to Water Island from St. Thomas Crown Bay Marina.

Wedding on Water Island, US Virgin Islands

A St. Thomas Wedding. Feb 16

Last week, I performed a wedding for a couple in their mid-forties. The bride was divorced with two children and the groom was widowed with one child, a young lady of 14 years.

The groom’s daughter requested to do a reading during the ceremony to help blend the two families.  Both bride and groom agreed.  She told me they were not privy to what she chose and prepared her diction and tone for days before the ceremony.

The piece she chose to read was given to her by her mother before she died of cancer. It was her mother’s favorite quote.

This is what she read.

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.  Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.  Love your life, perfect your life, and beautify all things in your life.  Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.

 Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.  Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place.   Show respect to all people and grovel to none.  When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.  If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.   Abuse no one and nothing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.  When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.  Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”       Tecumseh   Shawnee Chief.

I think it has just become my favorite quote.

A Fish Story Feb 08

Last Week I invited guest bloggers to tell us about people in the Virgin Islands.  this is one from Heather.

The Virgin Islands are chock full of people from assorted backgrounds with fascinating stories and unique lifestyles.  I made a new friend last week where I work, and thought her family’s story would be a fun one to pass along.

Rebecca, her husband, and their five (yes, five!) school-aged children live aboard a 40′ sailboat moored near Honeymoon Beach on Water Island.  Water Island, for those who don’t know, is the littlest of the USVI, and it lies just south of St. Thomas, readily accessible by private boat or a public ferry from Crown Bay Marina on St. Thomas.

Rebecca related the following live-aboard tale to me during a break in our work routine the other day.  I told her I was looking for a few VI anecdotes to blog about, and she suggested I write about George, her family’s pet barracuda . . . a four and half foot monster.  I gaped in disbelief.

“You mean to tell me that your family has a “pet” barracuda in an aquarium on your sailboat?”  I asked.

Rebecca laughed, “No, he hangs out in the shade of the shadow cast by the boat where it’s cool,”  she explained.  “My kids started telling me about this huge ‘cuda who lived under the boat, and the littler ones were terrified to get in the water.  I have seen him swimming   towards the swim platform near the beach, and his dorsal fin actually leaves a wake at the surface of the water.  He’s that big!  So, we named him George, and my little ones aren’t so scared anymore.”

Here’s a quick note on barracuda:  their reputation as vicious and dangerous fish is largely undeserved, but they can get very large, like George, they have lots of sharp teeth, and they swim very fast, so people tend to be scared of them.  Barracuda can be attracted to shiny objects in the water because they are curious fish, so I have heard tales of people who have lost fingers because they didn’t take off their rings before taking a dip.  My own experience is that they will stay in a guarded underwater territory, will watch you warily if you swim nearby, but are pretty much content to leave you alone, swimming off in a silvery flash if startled.  I wouldn’t recommend provoking one, but seeing one if you are snorkeling does not mean you are in danger and should get out of the water.

After giving this “pet story” some thought, I came to the conclusion that a barracuda just might be the ideal pet for a family of seven living aboard a sailboat.  Think about it:  it’s very low-cost (no food, vet bills, or toys), it doesn’t leave fur all over the sofa, take up valuable living space, and provides the added benefit of being a deterrent to the would-be thieves, who sometimes prey on live-aboard boaters in our waters.

So, I like the idea of Rebecca’s family pet, George.  But if she ever invites me over for a swim, I don’t think I’ll try to pet him.  And I’ll leave my jewelery at home.

International Weddings. Feb 05

This is a first for me,  three international weddings so far this year and its only February.  I don’t  know if it has to do with the dollar and its value  or that the Virgin Islands is wedding capitol of the universe  but for what ever reason, I like it.

This last wedding was so romantic.  A couple from Roma, Italy.  The ceremony took place in St. John and was attended by me the Officiate, a Limo driver and the photographer as witnesses .   The Bride was bi-lingual English and Italian.   The Groom was a bit more challenged on the English side.  

They declined an option of having a translator available during the ceremony.  So how it worked was,  the Bride would translate for the groom.  It was really very sweet.  It also got me to thinking ,  The ceremony is really  a formal promise in front of witnesses.  But its what’s  in your heart, that really counts.  The look of love and devotion in the grooms eyes really said it all.

I spoke the vows very slowly, and he repeated after me correctly but I doubt that what ever he said did not match what his heart was saying.  

They are on the way back to Italy today and I am on my way to the Lt Governor office to get the apostilles signed to make every thing legal. 

But somehow I think it was  made legal in their hearts long ago.

People of the Virgin Islands and there about. Feb 03

In my lifetime, I have met thousands of people. CEOs of major corporations, entertainment celebrities, politicians . . . you get the idea. A multitude of smart, funny and interesting people have enriched my life, and have, in turn, made my life that much more interesting. Since moving to the Virgin Islands, that list has expanded tremendously. The rich blend of numerous cultures and ethnic groups make visiting and living in the Virgin Islands an experience that I relish as much as the sun, sand and water.
People living, working and visiting the Virgin Islands have so many anecdotes to tell, and I would like to introduce them from time to time in this blog. Interesting ones, like the man who makes a living doing boat and people salvage, colorful characters, like the artist who makes a living showing the world our islands through paintings or photographs, salty dogs, like the owners who live onboard boats that are moored around the islands, soulful ones, like the guy who plays guitar and sings like a pro but isn’t; my list could go on and on. I would like you to meet the ones who contribute to island flavor and local color in their own, unique, and sometime off-beat ways, not just a select group of elite politicians or well-known island folks. Plenty has already been written about them.
Just be forewarned, I can plan a wedding without missing a detail, but when it comes to writing, take my stories for what they are. I’ll leave the polishing to my editor, when I can find one. I also welcome any comments and or contributions to my blog. So if you have something you would like to say or write about the Virgin Islands but don’t want a blog, send it to me. Just keep it positive, family friendly and interesting.

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I’m a newbie in the sailing world. Jan 27

I have just entered the world of sailing. The sailor that has captured my heart has also introduced me to keels, masts, jib sails and knots. Lots and lots of knots. I never realized that sail boats were held together with so many different types of knots. There is the anchor hitch used to attach a line to an object, The rolling hitch for exerting force along another line, The sheet bend is used to attach two similar lines together just to name a few. But aside from learning how to tie a knot, there is the ride. It’s when the wind catches the sails and the boat takes on a life of its own. It becomes light and fast as it skims the surface of the water. I was born and raised in Minnesota land of 10,000 lakes and millions of power boats. And yes I was a power boat fanatic. (They always say opposites attract) Owned my first one at 18 and sold my last before moving down to St.Thomas. For a girl I could talk Mercury inboard/ outboard verses Chrysler out board with the best of them. Now horsepower has been replaced with weather reports of wind speed and direction. Relying on the wind or lack of it to dictate your destination takes a bit of getting use to. I am learning to sit back and let Mother Nature work her magic and its starting to be a wonderful experience. I have seen the best sunsets on the water without the drone of a motor or the smell of fuel. The plowing through waves racing along other sail boats has exhilaration. Even waiting for the wind to fill the sails lends to discussions, if not lessons on knot tying. We plan on trip to Jose Van Dyke, Tortola and Virgin Gorda in the near future I’ll let you know if my enthusiasm continues, but I wish we had a bigger motor on the Dinghy.

Deb and Kevin( from Ruth Avery) on board Shanti