Ghosts of the Treasure Coast

by Patrick S. Mesmer, Patricia A. Mesmer

Overview

"Spooky tales of vanished sailors, wandering phantoms and lost treasure scattered across the ocean floor" from Florida's husband and wife ghost hunters (TCPalm).
 
The Treasure Coast is such a popular destination that some choose to never leave. From the spirits of ancient Indians who once inhabited the beaches to the pirates who spied for passing victims from the safety of the inlets and coves, the region is infused with eerie, tragic history. A phantom widow keeps watch from the Boston House window for men long ago lost at sea. Spirits of the victims of a murderous cop linger at the Devil's Tree, where their bodies were found. The dreaded pirate Black Caesar still steers his ghost ship toward Dead Man's Point in the St. Lucie Inlet. Authors Patrick and Patricia Mesmer navigate through spooky tales of vanished sailors, wandering phantoms and lost treasure scattered across the ocean floor.
 
Includes photos!

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781439662304
Publisher:	The History Press
Publication date:	10/20/2018
Series:	Haunted America
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	179
File size:	4 MB

About the Author

Patrick S. Mesmer is a project manager for a large corporation in South Florida. He also teaches at the local university. His passion is history and music. This is his third published book. Patricia Ann Mesmer has a master's degree in mental health and operates a private counseling business. Her passions are family, helping distressed people and ghost hunting. Patrick and Tricia have been happily married for over twenty-five years. Their company, Mesmerized Paranormal Investigations, has been helping people search for answers to these questions for many years now. They have also been operating a very successful and well-received ghost/ historical tour business, Port Salerno Ghost Tours, in their hometown for the past four seasons.

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CHAPTER 1

Home of the Ancient Ones

One cannot talk about the ghosts of the Treasure Coast without discussing the people who lived there for thousands of years before European contact. Today, the land is covered by highways, housing developments, beachside condominiums and strip malls. Many do not realize that before Christopher Columbus "discovered" the New World in the year 1492, the land later called "La Florida" was already heavily populated with native people on both coasts. Comparatively little is known about these ancient residents. The best information we have has been gleaned from two main sources: sparsely written early Spanish accounts and what the native people left in their refuse and burial mounds. As far as the Treasure Coast is concerned, archaeologists know that there was a huge population of people living in the coastal area stretching from Jupiter Inlet to Cape Canaveral. These people were known as the Ais and the Jeaga and lived there as long ago as 800 BCE or possibly even earlier. Where they originated from is not certain, but what is known is that they thrived in the area for thousands of years.

In 1565, Spanish explorer Pedro Menendez made his famous landing at present-day St. Augustine, first meeting the northern tribe known as the Timucua. As his exploration moved south to the area now known as the Treasure Coast, he encountered the numerous and aggressive Ais. On old Spanish maps, the coastal areas of Brevard, Indian River, St. Lucie and Martin Counties are referred to as being part of the "Land of Ais." The main water artery that runs almost the entire length of the Treasure Coast was originally named Rio de Ais. Today, it is known as the Indian River. In the late 1500s, there were so many Ais people that the Spanish governor of La Florida commented that he had never seen so many Indians.

Who were these people? The Ais were what is known as foragers. They hunted, fished and gathered shellfish from the rivers for subsistence. They did not have to grow food because it was an easy life. It only took about fifteen minutes a day to sustain themselves. They were migratory in the sense that they maintained villages and small settlements on the barrier islands in the wintertime and did the same in the mainland forests and swamps in the summer. They were very acclimated to South Florida's harsh climate and knew how to live with the extreme heat, voracious mosquitoes and vicious storms that frequently hit the coast. Today, many of their mounds, or "kitchen middens," are still visible. After consuming clams, oysters and small animals, they would discard the unused remains, eventually producing large piles of refuse. In time, they accumulated massive amounts of this material, so they would utilize it to create hills on which to worship and build their sacred buildings. These middens not only afforded them great views of the surrounding area, but they also provided high ground on which to be safe from floods caused by the summer squalls and hurricanes.

According to early Spanish and English accounts, the Indians performed terrifying rituals on these raised mounds as they tried to connect with the phantom spirits of their ancestors. Even though the majority of the midden material was removed early in the twentieth century for use in making roadbeds, there are still many left. There are also many burial mounds still around — if you know where to look.

The Ais had some rather bizarre rituals that were documented in early European encounters. The passing of tribal members was a great loss, and mourning was a huge part of their ceremonies. It was vital to show the utmost respect for the dead to ensure that they passed safely from one world to the next. It is believed that when one mound had a large number of bodies interred in it, a warrior would stand on top of it and shoot an arrow as high and far as he could. Wherever the arrow landed is where they would place the next burial mound. The people would then carry the dark sand from the river to the new mound site in baskets and carefully pile it over the body of one who had passed. For up to two months, several women would visit the site at the same time every day to cry and wail over the lost soul for many hours. The energy from rituals like this was so intense that the spirits of the Ais may still watch over the land around their middens and burial mounds. Many residual hauntings have been reported near these ancient structures. A residual haunting is an event that plays itself over and over again on the ground where the event originally occurred.

One of the best accounts we have of the occult belief systems of the ancient Florida Indians comes from the writings of Father Rogel, a Jesuit priest who traveled to Florida's west coast with Pedro Menendez in the Ghosts of the treasure Coast sixteenth century. According to his journal, the Indians believed that there were spirits and demons everywhere and the spirits of the dead were with them all the time. Each person possessed three souls, all of which migrated to animals after physical death. One was in the pupil of the eye, the second in the shadow cast on the ground and the third in the reflection on the water's surface. The soul that existed in the eye stayed with the body all the way to the grave and could be consulted after death. The remaining souls would be transferred into an animal, and if that animal was killed, it would transfer to an even smaller animal. This cycle would continue until there was nothing left of the soul. If someone got sick, it meant that one of the souls had escaped. The village shaman would then perform a series of rituals in an attempt to restore the lost soul to the afflicted man or woman.

A Doomed Culture

By the year 1750, the once great and numerous Ais people had completely vanished from the Treasure Coast.

What happened to them?

When Christopher Columbus landed at San Salvador, today's Dominican Republic, he and his men brought a deadly weapon with them that not even they knew about. The native people, as strong and threatening as they were, could not stand up to an unseen enemy. It is widely believed that this scourge was unwittingly unleashed by sailors who carried it from Europe. Smallpox, hepatitis, cholera and other communicable diseases took hold in the native population very quickly, tearing through people like paper burning. They had not developed any resistance to the plagues that had earlier decimated millions of people in Europe and therefore were magnets for the deadly viruses. A combination of Spanish brutality, alcoholism, slavery and communicable diseases took a deep and sorrowful toll. In as little as two hundred years, the native tribes had been almost completely decimated. It is hard to imagine the suffering and despair of these people as they watched their families succumb to the great plague. One can almost feel the sorrow that they experienced as they realized that, for some unknown reason, their gods had abandoned them.

What this means to current residents of the Treasure Coast is that nearly every time we take a step, we are walking on someone's grave. Our present culture has lived here, in South Florida, for a few hundred years. The Ais lived here for thousands of years. They lived, prayed, procreated, experienced infinite loss and died in droves in the very places where we now live. Does the dark energy of their powerful belief in the afterlife spawn strong forces that endure to this day, lurking in the very ground that we live on, waiting patiently for release? How many lost Ais, Jeaga and Calusa spirits still roam the remote areas along the Treasure Coast, guarding the places where their ancestors are still secretly interred?

An Ais Indian Legend

There is a legend that has been handed down for hundreds of years and actually was in print in the Vero Beach area in the early 1920s. No one is sure of its exact origin, but it has survived through the years. The version that follows is from the Vero Beach Historical Archives, provided by Rebecca Salinas. Before you read it, try to imagine what Vero Beach and Indian River County was like before the Spanish came.

A very important Ais cacique [chief] had a beautiful young daughter. She was always very distraught, so much so that many could not see her beauty.Part of her sadness was because her brother had already been killed in battle at a very young age. Because she was so forlorn, her father decided that he must do something to save her from her own grief. He had a gathering of all of the braves to test each one's strength and skill, because, well, what does a woman need, of course, but a man? Even though the best and the bravest of her people were presented to her, she sank deeper into her sorrow. One night, as murmurs grew into fearful excitement throughout the crowd, she looked up to see a large looming, ominous black mass that had come from the ocean. At first, she was filled with horror as she saw that it was approaching her. As it got closer, something changed inside of her. The people near her, especially her father, noticed a transformation come upon her face. They saw that she was radiating the utmost expression of happiness and peace. What did she see that others could not? Her brother? The black form then enveloped her, and she vanished. It then faded into the night. The legend goes on to say that this thing will visit the Ais every one hundred years to take away one person who is unhappiest and cannot live another second here on earth.

CHAPTER 2

Spirits of the 1715 Fleet Disaster

Florida's Treasure Coast is one of the most beautiful places in the world. Thousands of people flock to it every weekend to play and relax on the expansive, unspoiled beaches and enjoy the warm, tropical water, never-ending sunshine and briny breezes of what many believe is paradise. Surfers, parasailers and beach bums come from everywhere to gather along the seashore and spend time escaping from the rigors of daily life. It's hard to imagine that — at one time — it was seen as a forbidding and dangerous place. Many people believe that there are countless lost spirits that still roam the sandy beaches. Over the years, many tragic and apocryphal events have occurred on its shores, and many strange, unexplained occurrences have happened when moonlight bathes the sandy expanses. It's very easy to imagine that something very otherworldly exists there. Before you can appreciate the true level of paranormal activity on these shorelines, we have to discuss the history of the place. Only then can you get a sense of why it is called the Treasure Coast and why it is so haunted.

The Treasure Fleets

There were three main fleets, or flotillas, that regularly brought riches from the New World to Mother Spain. The Manila fleet brought fine china, spices, silk and many other treasures from the Orient across the great Pacific to Acapulco, where they would then be transported over the mountains by mule to Vera Cruz. The goods would then be loaded onto the great ships of the New Spain fleet and taken to Havana, Cuba. The Tierra Firme fleet brought gold and silver from Portobello, on South America's northern coast, to Havana as well. The city was the center of the Spanish universe in the Caribbean at that time. It was the hub of all of the treasure fleets and the most strongly defended port in the region.

In the year 1715, a long war in Europe had just ended, so the Spanish government was in financial trouble. The young wife of King Philip the Fifth had just died of consumption, so the Spanish chancellery had arranged a marriage for him. The weak king found himself wed to Elisabeth Farnese, the Duchy of Parma, Italy, a fiery, dominant woman who already had three children. She told Philip, who was addicted to sex, that she would not consummate the new partnership until her family received an enormous dowry. This treasure was still in the New World, its delivery delayed due to the long war. In Cuba, the admirals of the two main fleets that were commissioned to transport it to Spain were under a great amount of pressure to leave as soon as possible. Admiral Ubilla of the New Spain fleet had developed ulcers from worry about his mission and was anxious to finally get underway. There had been many aggravating delays to the fleet's departure, one of which being that it had to wait for the last remaining treasures of the vast dowry to be brought in. This included gold, silver, emeralds, pearls and fine china packed in mud from the Orient.

Finally, in late July, eleven of the finest vessels of the Spanish Main sailed out of Havana Harbor, along with a small French ship — El Grifon — that was tagging along for protection against piracy, which was rampant at that time. They had excellent weather for the first few days, and a quick and safe trip across the sea to Seville seemed likely. The mighty galleons made good time as they wound their way up through the Bahama Channel and then north along the eastern coast of Florida. They utilized the natural currents of the Gulf Stream to propel them along. On Monday, July 29, 1715, the air became humid, and the wind died down and seemed to stagnate. There were great rolling swells that rocked the galleons slowly. The old sailors began to complain that their joints and bones ached, making the younger men nervous with their talk of a blow that was surely coming soon. By Tuesday, the sky darkened and the wind began to howl, rocking the ships back and forth as the men on board struggled to remain calm and maintain their northern course. At around eleven o'clock that night, the wind reached storm level and was screaming through the rigging. The rain was heavy as well, pelting the sailors like bullets as they held on tight. Midnight passed, and the full hurricane-force winds were now unleashed. Huge waves pounded the decks of the ships, nearly swallowing them completely as they bounced crazily and were driven even closer to shore. Slowly, the galleons were forced in toward the shoreline, even as the admirals fought with all of their might to turn them into the wind. Soon, they were forced to give up, surrendering to their inevitable fate. At approximately 4:00 a.m. on July 31, the devastating end finally came. One by one, the great vessels hit the reefs near the shoreline, most of their wooden hulls disintegrating instantly with the impact. Hundreds of men, women and children were thrown overboard, either drowning immediately or being crushed by falling splintered masts and rigging. The ones who survived were left to swim desperately toward shore.

The morning sun rose to illuminate a ghastly scene. Every one of the mighty, majestic galleons had been transformed into smashed hulks, half submerged in the water, their remaining masts lurching out in all directions, their tattered sails billowing gently in the warm winds of the post-storm ocean. It looked as if a giant child had destroyed all of his toys in a fit of rage. All of the vast treasure that they had been transporting was scattered over the shallow ocean floor or lay deep within the bowls of the wrecks. Thirty miles of beach were lined with close to 1,500 bedraggled survivors who sat in fear and confusion about what had happened to them. Many of the ones who didn't survive — more than 1,000 souls — floated peacefully in the gentle waves alongside the wrecks, at least until the swish and splash of a dorsal fin signaled that the sharks had found yet another feast. As the day progressed, the blazing July sun beat down on the hapless throng, increasing their misery tenfold. There was no fresh water, no cover from the sun save for the low scrub beyond the dune line and no food or clothing. When early evening came, offering some respite from the heat, they were attacked by voracious hordes of insects that ravaged every square inch of their bodies. Some were so desperate to escape this that they buried one another up to their necks in sand to hide their exposed flesh. Many died in the ensuing days from the stress of the dire situation they were in. The misery continued for weeks until the relief boats arrived from Havana and St. Augustine. By then, the few survivors were in a miserable state, indeed.

It is said that, on learning the news of the disaster, King Philip fell off his throne in a dead faint. Spain had suffered a loss so great that it would take a miracle to recover. The Spanish government scrambled for a solution, and a decision was hastily made. The Spanish would try to get as much of the treasure back as they could. Word of the king's wishes traveled fast, so soldiers were quickly sent to "Palmar De Ays," as they called the area near present-day Sebastian Inlet, to do what they could. A salvage camp was established, and the process of recovery soon began in earnest. The salvagers pressed local Indians into service and rowed large groups of them out over the known wreck sites. They were then used as divers and sent down to the depths, holding large rocks to help them sink quickly to the bottom to forage around for whatever treasure they could locate. When they got back to the surface, they were searched for any stashed treasure that they may have found. The Spanish also used diving bells to enable the divers to snatch breaths at greater depths. If one of the Indians drowned or got the bends, he would be quickly replaced with another. The salvagers were relentless in their quest for lost treasure. It is estimated that, through their exhaustive efforts, they recovered up to five million pieces of eight from the wrecks that were strewn out along nearly forty miles of La Florida's barren coast.

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Table of Contents

Preface,
Acknowledgements,
Introduction,
Sebastian,
1. Home of the Ancient Ones,
2. Spirits of the 1715 Fleet Disaster,
Vero Beach,
3. Waldo Sexton and the Driftwood Resort,
4. Waldo's Mountain,
5. The Ocean Grill,
Fort Pierce,
6. Sunrise City,
7. The Sunrise Theatre,
8. Emily Lagow Bell,
9. Cresthaven: The Boston House,
10. Old Fort Park,
Port St. Lucie,
11. The Devil's Tree,
12. Ghost Ship in the St. Lucie River,
Jensen Beach,
13. Tuckahoe: The Leach Mansion,
Stuart,
14. Gilbert's Bar House of Refuge,
15. The Ashley Gang: South Florida's Bonnie and Clyde,
Port Salerno,
16. Forever Tied to the Sea,
17. Local Spirits and Hauntings,
Hobe Sound,
18. The Abandoned Cemetery,
19. Trapper Nelson's Camp,
Jupiter,
20. Jupiter Inlet and Lighthouse,
21. 1696: The Jonathan Dickinson Shipwreck,
22. A Beacon in the Darkness,
23. Spirits and Hauntings,
Conclusion,
Bibliography,
About the Authors,