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Some Memories of the Keys |
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Someone asked about the digging of the canals. I do not know what year '61 or '62 (possibly) I watched some of the digging of the canals in Eden Pines. I was too young to really remember much but the noise was horrific! I (fuzzy memory) remember a big wheel about a foot wide with lots of teeth mounted on of a crawler tractor like a Cat D9 or such. It went in straight lines down both sides (of our lot lines now) and then a big drag line or a big hoe like machine dug up the marl in between the two cuts and dumped it on both sides thus allowing the lots to then be above water level. Before they did this the land looked just like the wetlands between Eden Pines and Watson's house (now the Key Deer Refuge). There were no mangroves just swampy like soil because Donna had washed most mangroves away. I remember Eden Pines looking very white with the new dirt and you could see from one end of it all the way down to where our boating exit is because there was only one house built that I remember and that was white and way in the back. Sometimes when they hit an extra hard layer of rock the excavators had to use little chunks of dynamite to break it up and then they could spread it over the soon to be lots. That's all I can remember. We had some pictures, but when some kids set our little house on fire down here one summer they all went up in smoke. Maybe in the Keys History section you can find more? |
| I lived on Big Pine around 1964. I lived in Port Pine Heights. My stepfather dug some of the canals in Port Pine. He drove a dragline and dug out for the canals. He took some off the stuff he dug up and made the end of Port Pine bigger. He also took some and dumped it to bring up the elevation in some places. They had to use dynamite to get the coral rock to bust up so they could dig it. I have heard that the Kyle brothers name is not what it used to be. I used to wash the crane and bulldozer and dump truck. I made money and would go to Marathon and go to the movies. When I lived there no one told anyone else what to do. Live and let live was the motto. The way you talk it sounds like it's not the paradise it was at one time. By the way, there were no iguanas on Big Pine in 1964. I used to walk all around the area and I never saw one the whole time we lived there. I saw some rattle snakes and alligators. Mosquitoes were so thick that you could not look out the glass for them covering it. I slept by a window and you could hear them buzzing. When I lived there it was a little wilder then, but I still love my memories of Big Pine Key and Port Pine Heights. When I lived there the main road was almost empty; no stores except one little one ran by some older people (Jens). We used to ride our bikes from Port Pine to the store. |
| Doctors Arm got its name from pirates who used to anchor in Pine channel. The story goes that a pirate anchored there with recently gotten loot and prisoners from a raid. One of the captives was a doctor named Armondo Guessipie. Some of the crew were hurt in the raid hence the need for an anchored rest. When the pirate captain found out one of the captives was a doctor he ordered him to tend to his wounded. The doctor refused. The captain was so furious he marooned the doctor to the island. The crew named it Doctors Armondi Island. Over the years and centuries it was shortened to just doctors arm . The original real estate developer of that part of Big Pine in the 1940s (Tom Denali) heard the story of the pirate and decided it was a great name for a subdivision. That is the true story of how doctors arm got its name. |
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In the early 1980s there used to be an old bum in a wheelchair living in an old camper shell on blocks on the lane across from us when we lived in Old Town. His name was Benny (Feldman, I think) He smoked fat cigars and drank beer for a living. He used to own a house on Fleming St near White St, but it burned up, probably from him falling asleep while smoking his fat cigars. He lived in the burned out Conch house for a few years until the City threw him out because the house was unsafe. That’s when he moved to the box near the back of (what is now) Strunk Hardware. He was always getting hassled in his box so my neighbor on the lane, Francis Smart, found an old camper shell and placed it in his driveway on cement blocks and Benny moved in. There were just enough blocks so Benny could get in and out of the camper shell with little trouble. He lived in that shell for five or six years with only a gallon milk jug for a bathroom that really stank. He was in his seventies at the time. I used to come home and I’d sit with Benny and talk about everything before going across the lane to my house. We’d drink tall Bush beers. One night when I came home, there was Benny in his wheelchair and Francis was on the ground trying to remove Benny’s socks. He hadn’t had the socks off or bathed in years. When Francis finally got them off he had to spray Benny’s disgusting feet with insecticide because there were whole families of ants living in his socks and feeding on Benny’s feet. It was one of the most disgusting things I can remember. |
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