Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Ruby Beach]
“My daughter, Marguerite - (we called here Marguerite because she was such a dainty baby and had such a small flower-like face, and we did not fancy the name of ‘Daisy’) - left by plane last night for washington and will complete the journey of over a thousand miles in less time than it used to take us in the 1880's to make the slow trip to Jacksonville from the beach.
“Marguerite is my youngest daughter, and while in washington will visit my son, William Edward Scull II, a government accountant. He has a son, William Edward III, and thus we perpetuate the name of my devoted husband.
“My third daughter, Eleanor, named for me, would have been the first white child born at the beach, but my old nurse had died the year before, and I was unable to [?] another to come to the beach, so Eleanor was born in Jacksonville in the early part of 1886. She is now Mrs. William Bours Young and lives on Doctor's Lake in the Orange Park District.
“I have always wanted to go up in in airplane. A few years ago, while we were spending the summer at the beach, a commercial aviator would take off from Neptune Beach, making the round trip to Jacksonville Beach and return for [$15.00?]. The only thing that kept me on the ground was the lack of the [$15.00?],” she said, laughing.
A huckster came up on the porch with a large bucket of blackberries.
“Blackberries in April? Where are they from, and how much?” she queried.
“From my place in [Mandarin?]. I am selling them at 15 cents a quart,” said the huckster.
“Well, I'll just have to have a quart.”