Key West Boat Kids

Hurricanes,Death in Custody,Could it happen again?


Island_Wisneria

 

Ownership Drama

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Cartoons by Arnaud Girard

Wisteria Island, also known as Christmas Tree Island, is a federally owned, uninhabited island in the lower Florida Keys 645 yards (590 m) northwest of the northwestern corner of the main island and city of Key West, Florida, Monroe County, United States. It is located 280 yards (260 m) north-northeast of Sunset Key (Tank Island), its closest neighbor.

Wisteria Island has an area of 0.04 mi² (0.1 km²) (exactly 106346 m²). The nickname Christmas Tree Island comes from the large number of Australian pine (casuarina) trees that grow there. Large numbers of live aboard boats are moored near the island.

In 2005 Key West was inundated with not one but four Hurricanes.

Hurricane Wilma was the one that had the Gulf meeting the Atlantic. The flooding and destruction were something some have never recovered from.

This is a short documentary on the kids and their families that were marooned on a nearby Island called Wisteria.

Island Gypsies

I have also included updates to show what the children are doing now 12 years later.

“The Worshiped Island. Key West” by Alexis Girard d’Albissin. He is in his 20’s now.

A Review of his writings

http://thebluepaper.com/worshipped-island/

Nina and Naomi Newton are singers that guest spot occasionally with the Doerfels. They also are family integrated with their brother Aaron and father Toko Irie on (Steel Drums)

Key West’s Nina Newton recording original song, “I Can’t Breathe” in memory of Charles Eimers and Eric Garner and inspired by the “Black Lives Matter” movement and the national call for justice that is spreading across America. In studio with Naomi Newton and Clementine Girard.

Waiting in the clouds

For my life to begin

For my heart and my fear

For my voice, for my scream

I can’t breathe

 

Waiting in cities

Where sit lost and sad

The remains of your age

And the ghosts of your fear

The echoes of their screams

 

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

 

My life in the lights

That shine in his eyes

Sweet taste of a kiss

My exile when you sleep

 

I can’t breathe

 

Broken fathers who’ve

Never returned

Shamed for their race

The color of their skin

Color of their skin

 

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

 

But from a fire

Burning in the street

I hear now clamors for justice

From a fire, hope for justice

And love, oh love

 

For the homeless man

They kill with their guns

For the lies they will weave

The hate in their eyes

 

I can’t breathe

 

For the secrets they whisper

In the darkest corners

For the old tricks they play

Key West~Death in Custody

Clementine went to a School of Fine Arts in India, another wants to be a photographer and boat captain.

Source of information

Keeping up with our little Island in the Sun

The Blue Paper

Under My Heart


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I was 12 years old when an unorganized religion informed my mother of a different path.

A  promise of everlasting life on a paradise Earth. It would effect our entire lives for many many years to come.

Life changing.

All Days that began with HAPPY or MERRY ; were not too be celebrated in anyway.

Jehovah and Mother’s Day

 So Mama, this is for you.

I found a huge box and I have put lots of LOVE in it. Your favorite Channel #5, a soft silky handkerchief,  flower seeds, a bottle of grape Manischewitz wine. 

Over the years I made a point to gift you on other days. But than you cut me out of your life. Again, because an organized religion told you I was a apostate.

For YEARS at a time.

I moved far away.

I lost contact with family and close relatives.

The Holidays became unimportant days. Just a date on the calendar where everyone else seemed to go into debt to make sure someone else was Happy.

My dad was ecstatic, as he never liked spending too much money on any one thing.

The Holidays and Birthdays before I turned 12 are fondly remembered

Jehovah Witness

A group of people who’s faces are flat from getting doors slammed in their faces.

This does a great JOB of summing up:

The name of a religious cult who get brainwashed by mind control techniques into believing that their interpretation of the Bible is better than anyone else’s.
It was started by some idiot that got this vision of the world coming to an end in 1914. When 1914 came and went, he then managed to persuade his flock that it would happen in 1942. When 1942 came and went, well let me put it this way… Anyone who would even think about joining this cult is mentally ill to begin with.
They publish some toilet trash called the Watch Tower and are also known as the Watch Tower Society and JWs. In 1933 their leaders conspired with Hitler against the Jews. Several of their top members were thrown in jail for committing fraud, larceny, sexual deviant acts, etc. But somehow the cult manages to go on. Go figure.
If a member deviates in any way from their way of life all other members are required to scorn them. This is just one of their many mind control techniques.
But the worse thing about JWs is that every year hundreds of children die because these geniuses think that “Thou shalt not eat blood” refers to life saving transfusions instead of becoming a vampire.

Jehovah’s Witnesses are the “False Prophets” that God refers to in the Bible. When one comes to your door, just give them a copy of the letter their leaders sent in support of Hitler and tell the bigots to fuck off.

by Alfie The Horndog August 10, 2005

You carried me under your heart.

I carry you in my heart.

red signature with red tan heart

Time Changes Oh My


On a positive note it is a beautiful day at 78 ° and no storm clouds are in sight.

I am so relieved to be back home.
Ready for OUR Zoo day.
Rhea came at 4.
She said all her clocks fell back instead of springing forward. Her phone service has been out most of the day.
I was just getting up from a nice, sweet nap.

The farm is located just off of College Road, on Stock Island, at the Sheriff’s Office Headquarters complex. The smell emancipating from it is horrendous, the pond was dry and parched. Their were no animals out and about.

We walk to the entrance where I expected long lines and their were none. The gates were locked down.
I buzzed for information and when I said isn’t the  Zoo open from 3-6  ? He said “Negative” (Police jargon for a NO)  and added 1-3.

We left and headed down town Key West for a delicious homemade Tropical ice crème.

I love the Toasted Coconut and Cuban Coffee on a waffle cone.

We parked and paid $3.00 to do so.

The guy was dipping from the smallest dipper I have ever seen and I thought that will take at least 5 scoops to fill a waffle cone.
2 scoops cost over $6.00.

We left and rode further down town and came upon a little parlor across from the Customs Building. I took photos of the kissing statue and some other good shots.

Rhea said their is no place to park so she left the car and went and got her ice crème.
I waited.
She came back and said Homemade on premise two scoops $6.20. I went in and said Local and got my two scoops for $5.20.
Than on the way home, a stop at Publix for cat food and litter.
The cat food was NOT in the bag when I arrived.