Thursday, April 16, 2015

April 17, 2015



Matanzas Inlet

Back in 2012, I authored a blog that was dedicated to the 245 French Protestants who were killed for their faith near St. Augustine, Florida in 1565. Known as Huguenots, their story has gone largely unnoticed, and I took it upon myself to do what I could to change that. Today, as a special memorial post, I am recopying two posts from 2012. Please join me in remembering these horrific events:



PUBLISHED SEPTEMBER 29, 2012:


Even if the term “Murphy’s Law” was unknown to 16th century man, the concept of “whatever can go wrong, will go wrong” was certainly familiar to the French Protestants of Florida. In September of 1565, Admiral Jean Ribault’s intrepid band of explorers had re-boarded their beautiful galleon Trinité in the hopes of destroying Spanish San Agustín before the Spaniards could destroy the French fortress of La Caroline. No such luck. A tempest later called the “San Mateo hurricane” sprang up, and the French went down.

 One would think it a good thing that most of the Frenchmen survived the shipwreck and somehow managed to make it to shore. When one considers the fate that awaited them, however, survival seems somehow cruel. Ribault’s men came ashore in two groups. It is unknown if the two bands had contact with each other, or for how long. This first band --- this first sacrifice-in-waiting --- collapsed along the shoreline at a place that would ominously become known as “Matanzas,” “slaughters.” Their presence would not go undetected for long.

Pedro Menéndez de Avilés, Spanish “adelantado” and veteran sailor, would tolerate neither foreigners nor Protestants in Spanish-claimed lands. Spanish chaplain Father Francisco Lopez de Mendoza Grajales provides an eerie narrative of what happened next: (I have reproduced his exact commentary, even the grammatical no-no’s, for the sake of authenticity).

“As soon as he had called to them, one of them swam towards and spoke to him; told him of their having been shipwrecked, and the distress they were in; that they had not eaten bread for eight or ten days; and, what is more, stated that all, or at least the greater part of them, were Lutherans. Immediately the general sent him back to his countrymen, to say they must surrender, and give up their arms, or he would put them all to death. A French gentleman, who was a sergeant, brought back the reply that they would surrender on condition their lives should be spared.

After having parleyed a long time, our brave captain-general answered ‘that he would make no promises, that they must surrender unconditionally, and lay down their arms, because, if he spared their lives, he wanted them to be grateful for it, and, if they were put to death, that there should be no cause for complaint.’ Seeing that there was nothing else left for them to do, the sergeant returned to the camp; and soon after he brought all their arms and flags, and gave them up to the general, and surrendered unconditionally. 

Finding they were all Lutherans, the captain-general ordered them all put to death; but, as I was a priest, and had bowels of mercy, I begged him to grant me the favor of sparing those whom we might find to be Christians. He granted it; and I made investigations, and found ten or twelve of the men Roman Catholics, whom we brought back. All the others were executed, because they were Lutherans and enemies of our Holy Catholic faith. All this took place on Saturday (St. Michael’s Day), September 29, 1565. I, Francisco Lopez de Mendoza Grajales, Chaplain of His Lordship, certify that the foregoing is a statement of what actually happened.” 

That chilling narrative leaves little to the imagination.


 PUBLISHED OCTOBER 12, 2012:


In my post of September 29th, I talked of the first Matanzas massacre near St. Augustine, Florida, and how over one hundred men were slaughtered for their Protestant beliefs and for upholding the French flag. That event was nearly too horrendous to be believed and certainly puts a different spin on early American history. Yet even more horrendous is that the exact same thing happened thirteen days later. The rest of Admiral Jean Ribault’s men were discovered near the same spot --- oddly enough --- and also became the subject of Spanish Captain-General Pedro Menéndez de Avilés’ scrutiny. He went forth to meet them and stood head-to-head with the great corsair Ribault.
 
At least in terms of prestige, the two men were evenly-matched, but Ribault’s troops were tattered, hopeless, and starving. It is said that Ribault was taken to see what had become of the previous company of Frenchmen. Unable to believe that the same fate would be his, he hoped for Menéndez’s mercy, trusting that perhaps for some reason this second band would not be seen as a threat. He agreed to surrender and advised that his men must each decide if they would do the same. Many of the men disappeared in the night, choosing to take their chances. Yet the rest, exhausted, bruised, and hoping for the best, agreed to surrender.
  
October 12th, 1565 dawned over the Florida shoreline. Menéndez, carefully planning the coming horrors in such a way that subsequent groups would not know their countrymen’s fates, ferried batches of ten Frenchmen across the Matanzas River. Ten by ten they came, silent, full of dread, apprehensive, and praying for mercy. The following account was penned by Father Gonzalo Solís de Merás, Menéndez’s brother-in-law: I have left the narrative exactly as I found it. 
 
“The Adelantado immediately directed Captain Diego Flórez de Valdés, admiral of his armada, to bring them across ten at a time, as he had the others, and taking Juan Ribao behind the sand dunes among the shrubbery, where he had taken the others, the Adelantado made him bind Ribao’s hands behind him and thus it was also done to the others with him, as it had to the ones before, telling them they must march 4 leagues by hand, and at night, so that he could not permit them to go unbound; and when all were tied, he asked them if they were Catholics or Lutherans, and if there were any who wanted to confess. 

Juan Ribao responded that he and all who were with him here were of the new religion, and he began to say the psalm of Domine memento mei; and having finished, he said that from earth he was and unto earth must they return; and twenty years more or less did not matter, the Adelantado should do what he wanted with them. The Adelantado commanded them to march, as he had the others, and with the same order, and at the same line that he had marked before in the sand, he commanded that what had been done to the others should be done to all; he spared only the fifers, drummers and trumpeters and four others who they said were Catholics, in all 16 persons; all the others were slain.”

There are some who are unwilling to give the title “martyr” to Florida’s Huguenots. Examples are cited that Fort Caroline was not solely a religious base, that they “happened” to claim the Calvinist faith though it was not the reason they died. But I find that an odd assertion. The Huguenots of Matanzas were told they would be spared if they accepted Catholicism. Those who already claimed the faith were treated reasonably well, though taken captive. Those who refused were slaughtered. In my eyes there is no better proof of religious martyrdom.
 
After reading contemporary accounts by Father Mendoza Grajales and Father Gonzalo Solís de Merás, which state matter-of-factly that the Huguenot captives were killed for their Protestant faith, it seems fruitless to deny that this was indeed a martyrdom and should be remembered as such. The fact that they “happened to be Calvinists” was not some passing note . . . it was one of the major reasons Pedro Menéndez took the course he did. Also, if Fort Caroline was meant to be a military bastion alone, it is very doubtful that there would have been ministers, women, and children.


Thank you for taking the time to learn about these events which are very near to my heart.


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Friday, April 10, 2015

April 10, 2015



Castillo de San Marcos 




On my most recent trip to St. Augustine I had an opportunity to see the old prison at the Castillo. Inside the locked room it’s very warm, probably due to the orange light positioned on the floor, and the air is decidedly stale. The floor is uneven in places. I didn’t see any ghosts, but I can definitely understand why this place is steadfastly avoided even through a closed door. Still, it was fascinating to imagine what it must have been like for the folks held here for various infractions over the years. Makes you wonder who . . . disobedient soldiers? Political prisoners? Ornery folks from town? I guess we’ll never know.

 Fountain of Youth


I did it! I walked the entire length of the boardwalk leading from the archaeological park out into the marsh, and it was breathtakingly beautiful. I was busy snapping photos the entire time, but somehow this one caught my eye: it shows the general area where Spanish settlers under Pedro Menéndez de Avilés came ashore in 1565, and the new watchtower along the shoreline can also be seen. The thatch roofs to the left of the tower represent 16th century structures that have been lovingly reconstructed. The modern white tents at right were part of a Girl Scout event where young ladies were dressed in 1740s garb and modeling life in colonial days. 


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Thursday, March 19, 2015

March 20, 2015

** I’m taking a hiatus beginning on Monday. Next post will be Friday, April 10TH**


Fountain of Youth


The Fountain of Youth Archaeological Park has a lot more to offer than a fabled spring that is probably not the key to eternal youth. Over the past decade a great many projects have been completed, including a variety of Timucuan Indian structures that show how Native Americans lived before the Spaniards arrived in 1565. Walk inside, touch, look, and smell, and you’ll get a better feel for ancient life. As a bonus, there are often costumed interpreters in the area to answer your questions. These folks are friendly and very knowledgeable. (And you might even happen to find someone wandering around in the rain willing to engage tourists, which I believe shows a high degree of dedication :-)

Huguenot Cemetery

 
Ah, the mysterious, oft-neglected Protestant Burying Ground. If you know St. Augustine’s history, you’ll know it was a Spanish town for its first two hundred years, which meant Catholic, which meant "no Protestants allowed." Those who were allowed were actually buried on adjacent Anastasia Island. Really. But in 1821 after the United States took over, the Protestant Burying Ground, later known as the Huguenot Cemetery though there's no direct connection, was created during a yellow fever epidemic. The term “Huguenot” pays tribute to French soldiers murdered at nearby Matanzas Inlet. Their crime? They were French and Calvinist. Not a good combination in 1565, at least to a Spaniard.

Well, after years of visiting Gettysburg, St. Augustine, and other historic sites, I’m a self-proclaimed taphophile (interesting word, isn’t it? Means “cemetery enthusiast”) who loves to check out the folks mentioned on gravestones. I noticed a few stones on this photo that I wanted to explore further. For instance, the stone at far right is that of Joseph Lord. It reads, “In memory of Joseph Lord. Born in New York March 1832. Died in St. Augustine Jan. 12, 1880. He lived a life of loving-kindness.” Further research reveals that Joseph was the son of George William and Ellen (Wait) Lord. He married Mary Ann Archer in 1865 and they had 8 children, Ernest (1866), George (born and died 1867), Sidney (1869), Frederick (1871), Josephine (1872), Archer (1875), Genevieve (1876), and Harriet (1879). The 1870 New York census lists him as a wool merchant.


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Thursday, March 12, 2015

March 13, 2015



Castillo de San Marcos 


The Water Battery at Castillo de San Marcos was placed in the early 1840s and the seawall also dates from around this period of time, though it’s been repaired over the years. These particular guns are Howitzers. Check out Vilano Point at far left (supposedly named for the Spanish word for villain, concerning pirates and a host of other undesirable characters) and Conch Island / Anastasia Island at far right. You can always find sailboats and larger pleasure boats of all sizes on tranquil Matanzas Bay.

City Gates


St. Augustine’s quaint old City Gates, survivor of a not-so-distant era, prove how serious Spanish folks were about keeping civilians in and hostile foreigners out. I just read a few days ago about the gate’s original design, complete with an impregnable wooden door and a moat. There’s no moat there nowadays, but as you walk through the gates to visit St. George Street and other nearby locations, you can imagine the misfortune of anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside the gates after curfew. These old coquina pillars date from 1808. 


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Thursday, March 5, 2015

March 06, 2015



Mission Nombre de Dios


This is just a sampling of the scenery you’ll encounter at the Mission of Nombre de Dios. The large piles of stones hold religious statuary, and each has a bench dedicated by mission patrons. The large fenced-in tombstone seen beside the monument to the right (click for larger image) is that of Josephine Noda Yates, born April 12, 1861 and died February 18, 1891.Further research reveals that Josephine St. Victor de Noda was the daughter of Antonio José Miguel de Noda and Antonia or Agatha Rogero. The wife of A. E. Yates at the time of her death, it looks as if she may have also been married to a C. C. Fuller at some time.

Fountain of Youth


A few years back, the folks at the Fountain of Youth Archaeological Park built a 600-foot boardwalk over the marsh. Being chicken, I haven’t yet gone out the whole way, but the views I did enjoy were breathtaking. Take away the bridge to Vilano Beach and a few modern structures and you’ve got pretty much the view ancient Native Americans and their Spanish counterparts would have had. In case you’re wondering, those mounds in the mud are clams! The Fountain of Youth is a great place to experience natural beauty without all the hustle and bustle of busier, kid-oriented attractions.


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