When I was brought up we called it Columbus Day, now we call it Discoverer’s Day. I suppose this is to appease those who say that Columbus did not discover North America, another one did. But I wonder, how do the indigenous people feel about being discovered? Hmmm, but this is not a politcal post. Columbus Day reminds me of the trip my sister and I took to the Bahamas during the 500th anniversary of the Bahamas. The famous poem was everywhere during our trip:
In 1492 by Jean Marzollo
In fourteen hundred ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
He had three ships and left from Spain;
He sailed through sunshine, wind and rain.
He sailed by night; he sailed by day;
He used the stars to find his way.
A compass also helped him know
How to find the way to go.
Ninety sailors were on board;
Some men worked while others snored.
Then the workers went to sleep;
And others watched the ocean deep.
Day after day they looked for land;
They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand.
October 12 their dream came true,
You never saw a happier crew!
“Indians! Indians!” Columbus cried;
His heart was filled with joyful pride.
But “India” the land was not;
It was the Bahamas, and it was hot.
The Arakawa natives were very nice;
They gave the sailors food and spice.
Columbus sailed on to find some gold
To bring back home, as he’d been told.
He made the trip again and again,
Trading gold to bring to Spain.
The first American? No, not quite.
But Columbus was brave, and he was bright.