Minorca

The Island

"Seventy miles east of the Spanish coast, nestled in the blue Mediterranean, is the famed Isle of Minorca. White cliffs rise from a crystal sea, the bluest on the face of the earth. Little white and pastel villages face the sea, hidden on the slopes of the hills. Beyond,--purple in the distance,--towers the peak of Mount Toro. History was made here. Mutely, the monuments attest to fallen races. The Druids left mysterious prints while the Moors left their watch towers that now stand in crumbling decay. Ancient castles have endured for centuries and long deserted monasteries stand on crests of inland hills!

Even in 1768, the name MINORCA had magic. During the mild winter of that year, the colonists for America were waiting for spring. Romon Rogero dwelled here with his bride Llina. Their son, little Alberto, was born in this picturesque setting and will be coming with his parents when they leave for the new land!!

Francisco Vila and his wife were there with a family to transport to this far-off Florida of the British Dominion. They were unaware of their fate in the future. The Italian Minorcan and the Greek Minorcan were packed and ready to come also. Some Corsicans had wed the lovely Minorcan Lassies and planned to take their chances with this new colony in the warm and sunny climate of the southern tip of the American British Empire."

Side Note: Some of the original Minorcan Family Names have vanished in making the crossing and hardships they faced while in the colony of Turnbull-New Smyrna.