Florida Tales From David Payne

by David Payne

These are various responses from David Payne to Articles on Florida Heritage Ezine.


I am very familiar with Oviedo, having grown up about 7 miles away in Goldenrod. An uncle owned the local grocery store. It is also where I go to early vote. And I brake for the Oviedo chickens. Gotta love Oviedo.

My Sweetie lives 8 miles south of Groveland, down on the edge of the Green Swamp. Groveland has come a long way since its infamous past, and is now a pleasant little community on west 50.

Goldenrod was so safe when I was young that we never locked the doors to our house. One of them didn't even work. We would go to the beach with our house unlocked. That did not change until some marginal people from a northeastern urban setting rented a house down the street.

Their teenage son went into people's houses, so we were finally forced to start locking our doors if we were going to be gone all day. No serious crime, just minor theft.


This fascinating history was unknown to me. I can attest to the value of visiting Marineland and highly recommend it to anyone coming down (or up) I-95. Before Covid cramped our school tour activities, Marineland was a popular field trip for our school, River City Science Academy in Jacksonville.

I will be glad when we can comfortably resume field trips to Marineland. I promise you you will not be disappointed, especially if you have children with you. They make this an essentially stop on your travels.


Unfortunately, I never visited the springs or saw the show, so I don't have any memories to share, but I did enjoy this, especially watching the old video. The swimsuits brought back memories of a different era in styles. I am glad it is now a state park.

For our northern friends with children, what a refreshing stop it should be for any visit to Florida. The hotter the summer day, the better, I think.


Cool list. I ate at the Lone Cabbage like a bazillion years ago. Same for the Yearling. The Redwing is about 6 miles north of my Sweetie's home. I've never eaten there, but I see plenty of cars there when it's open.

There was a place down at the one of the docks in Pensacola which served mullet. A friend from Pensacola took us there when I was doing my post-grad work in theatre at FSU ('76-'77). It was a simple large room with picnic benches. The mullet had to be fresh. They said that was the key. You ordered an aluminum wash pan full and had at it.

I had no idea before that how good mullet could taste. I also once had breakfast at some place in the Everglades on a dirt road off of the Tamiami Trail. I think it was the Loop Road. This would have been while I was a high school teacher, so probably 1968 or 1969. It was nothing but the locals, and a damned good southern breakfast.

I used to have a Florida road map on which I recorded what road I had driven. Over a three-year period, I drove every rural state road on the map which I could find. Some are actually simply the right of the state to put a road there.

One was a dirt road maintained by locals, including a homemade wooden bridge across a shallow little creek in the Big Cypress Swamp, where I saw the stumps of massive cypress trees which had been ruthlessly harvested.

I remember one which was huge. I think I remember that my VW would have fit on it. I actually grieved that this one had been cut down. I know ones like the Senator, which a drug addict succeeded in destroying, dated to BCE.


Great memories of Cedar Key, both while as a student at UF and later: camping out; flying into the postage-stamp-from-the-air airport with my brother the pilot; eating swamp cabbage with a peanut-butter based dressing (at the Island Hotel, I think, taking friends to Cedar Key because How could I not?; attending the art festival; eating Cedar Key oysters (they're distinctive) and smoked mullet (someone there knew what he was doing); drinking Heineken's on the dock with my dad; loving the bleached wood cottages which have never seen a paint brush (still a favorite look for me, and a visual representation of grounded, unassuming existence).

I knew some of the history, including the history of the railroad, but there's much here I didn't know. Thanks.


For some reason, I did not know the origin of the name. Shame they changed the post office building. The old one is way cooler.

My father was also a sculptor, although he worked as a carpenter so he could feed and clothe us kids. If you ever do anything about the Maitland Research Studios Art Museum, my dad William Krusen is the sculptor who did the bust of Andre Smith.

They have it wrong. I told them once. I finally found the newspaper article which confirms Dad was the sculptor. I think the person they credit was the supervisor of the project to make the bust.

What made me think of this is that I think Dad knew Wheeler. Dad was personal friends with Albin Polasek, and used to go to his home on Saturdays and help Polasek with whatever sculpture he was envisioning because Polasek was unable to do it himself at that point.

Somewhere we have an autographed copy of the Polasek book Carving His Own Destiny. When I was young, I had no idea the significance of some of the things Dad did. I just knew they were pretty cool.


I recognized most of the names, but this really fills in who they were. I'm sharing this with my buddy the history teacher who is a Floridian. Leroy Collins is one of my gubernatorial heroes because of his stand on segregation as one of the most enlightened southern Democrats of his time. I think it was Terry Sanford in North Carolina who was also a bright light.

Gamble Rogers was a personal friend of mine, a classmate of my brother. His younger brother Jack Rogers was a rooming-house mate at UF my freshman year. Jack gave me some wise advice regarding what class load (12 hours per semester) to take and how to approach university academic life and learning.

Therein lay another of my dumb mistakes - I didn't listen to him and instead took a heavy load of 19 hours. I thought that because of my academic aptitude I knew better. I didn't - he did. I think I would have had a much more enjoyable academic experience if I had compromised and taken 15 hours per semester. I did wind up learning ok, but my grades were erratic.


Oh, man, haven't we all. One of my mistakes was believing erroneously that I wanted to be retired from teaching. That ranks as the biggest mistake I have ever made. I am incredibly fortunate to be at a school which does not care that I am 79 teaching their dual enrollment college English classes and assisting the ESE department, especially with 10th, 11th, and 12th graders.

I am not ESE certified, but I am authorized to offer academic support. My favorite group is students on the autism spectrum, especially those who used to be classified as Asperger's. One of mine went from virtually unable to function as student when he came here in 8th grade to graduating as our valedictorian. He made the greatest strides in 9th grade because his algebra teacher, who understood Asperger's, got him pointed in the right direction and I just made sure no teacher derailed him.

He was in my dual enrollment classes as a senior, which allowed me to help see him to the finish line. He even had me proofread his valedictorian speech (he still wasn't all that strong on the filters thing...)

OK, OK, final exams, I'll be there in a minute. Let me finish my cup of hot chocolate.


Fascinating history of Silver Springs. The black version was downstream, of course. Wonder what white people downstream from the black version did, given some of the absurd racist notions which used to plague the South (and elsewhere). But cool that at least a version black people could enjoy did exist - kind of a half-way house on the road to integration. What was it Winston Churchill said - "America always does the right thing, after doing everything else first." So true.


My prairie... And Lake Wauburg was a favorite when I was at UF. Gainesville - aka Hogtown - will always be my favorite Florida town (I don't think city when I think of Gainesville). I have read that Hogtown was actually slightly east of what is now Gainesville. Maybe I learned that from you?

And between Micanopy to visit and Cedar Key to escape to, as well as not being impossibly far from Daytona, it was for me as good as it gets for location.

The Devil's Millhopper, which was totally natural when I was there (you probably remember), was the ultimate retreat for studying for second semester exams. I would go with an order of Parker's bbq and a cone of A&W root beer.

Because I had found my intermediate integral calculus class to be a waste of time because so many students in the class were behind in their math skills and the teacher had to teach down to them, I wound up skipping class. I went to the Millhopper with my textbook two days before the comprehensive final with my textbook, taught myself intermediate integral calculus, and made an A on the final, but the professor would only give me a B in the class.

I had learned everything for which the class existed, so I just shrugged my shoulders and moved on. I did eventually change majors, but only because I needed to major in something which allowed me to study and think about everything. There is quite literally nothing I am not interested in. I just love knowing and thinking about stuff. Literature and composition became the doorway to that compulsion.

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Jan 24, 2022
History of Palm Beach
by: David Payne

Ann Spaulding owned the beach mansion next to the Kennedy mansion. Her younger son David Hamilton was my roommate at UF 1960-64. I went down to drive his 1949 Singer (MG-style sports car) up to Gainesville. I remember starting to sit down on a chair near the front door. He stopped me because it was about 300 years old and might collapse.

He told me it was easy to know when the President would be at their mansion because of the men on the beach in suits wearing sunglasses.

I knew David for almost a year as a freshman before I knew who his family, including his brother the actor George Hamilton, was. He was completely down to earth and unassuming.

He was a major fan of William Faulkner's works, so he went with me to my home outside Orlando one weekend. I grew up working class in a cracker home, but my mother was extremely well read and my dad an artist who was working as a carpenter, and David wanted to meet them and experience a weekend with us.

He also wanted to see something Faulkner-like if possible, so we took him to a large oyster bar for blue collar beer drinkers near Apopka. It did have some cultural connections to the people in Faulkner's novels. He genuinely enjoyed the experience.

He was a good friend the whole time we were roommates. Rich, from famous people, and the polar opposite of the aloof or condescending wealthy. He was just a fellow student, and had no desire to be known as anything else.

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