dogon dory
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When men were men
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"So next time you're sitting on your C-Dory whining about being too hot/cold, out of beer, etc., just picture having another 17 people aboard with you for 41 days and nothing to eat but saltines (soda crackers to me and Byrdman) and water."
What happened to the rum? Can I trade in my soda crackers and water for more rum? This is the English Navy, isn't it?
All kidding aside, you've got a good point there, Dan!
Joe.
What happened to the rum? Can I trade in my soda crackers and water for more rum? This is the English Navy, isn't it?
All kidding aside, you've got a good point there, Dan!
Joe.
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wailedcentipede
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if the others were woman ... no potty no mirror, miss a sequence of "days of our life" .... i would swim for it .. :lol:
My family has a long heritage of "Sea-going men" in Newfoundland. They were all whalers and sealers and it was a tough life. Many ships didn't come back. Men got lost on the ice hunting seals. I wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for these great men. I can't help but wonder when we are out there fishing that they are watching out for us.....and they have a smile on their face and are proud! Donna
This ship was my great grandfather's sealing ship.
Flora S. Nickerson- This was my grandfather, Captain Edward Blackwood's sealing ship. He often said "It's lookin some sly out there today, my men will be staying home."
Fisherman's coffin was written by my Uncle Frank Blackwood, a Newfoundland writer.
THE FISHERMAN'S COFFIN
At dawn the fishermen left their schooners for the day,
Their wish was to catch a good days fish to put away.
Setting sail in an open dory challenging the ocean spray,
The captain made the final call if it would be a good day.
The open yellow dory was a tradition in gone by years,
It was not the safest means to venture out on the mysterious sea.
Yet, those brave men fished for years alone in that open boat.
All dressed in rubber boots, rubber suit, wool mitts and cape anns.
They fished a long day from the rising to the setting of the sun,
Once they returned to the schooner, another task had to be done,
The codfish had to be split and stored away,
Salted, away from the sun.
Every night after the daily tasks they would drink tea and several slices of molasses toast,
They’d have a little scrub down and check their gear list and listen to the forecast.
Each kneeled at the side of their bunk and said a quiet prayer for all,
Thanking God for answering to their safe homeward bound call.
The captain looked worried and gathered all of the fishermen around,
His face looked sad, as there were two fishermen who could not be found around,
It was a time when all fishermen began to stand on deck and glance out over the sea,
Knowing very well their friends had not made it safely, and they went down in their coffin at sea.
Copyright © 2006 Frank Blackwood
Many fishermen referred to the open dory for fishing as a coffin. They would jokingly remark before departing their ship as the captain ordered, “now it’s time to get aboard your dories and get off to a good days start and God Bless you all”. Many fishermen referred to the dories as a coffin, as it was open and had a flat bottom. The shape of a coffin.... Frank Blackwood
Captain Edward Blackwood......When men were men!
This ship was my great grandfather's sealing ship.
Flora S. Nickerson- This was my grandfather, Captain Edward Blackwood's sealing ship. He often said "It's lookin some sly out there today, my men will be staying home."
Fisherman's coffin was written by my Uncle Frank Blackwood, a Newfoundland writer.
THE FISHERMAN'S COFFIN
At dawn the fishermen left their schooners for the day,
Their wish was to catch a good days fish to put away.
Setting sail in an open dory challenging the ocean spray,
The captain made the final call if it would be a good day.
The open yellow dory was a tradition in gone by years,
It was not the safest means to venture out on the mysterious sea.
Yet, those brave men fished for years alone in that open boat.
All dressed in rubber boots, rubber suit, wool mitts and cape anns.
They fished a long day from the rising to the setting of the sun,
Once they returned to the schooner, another task had to be done,
The codfish had to be split and stored away,
Salted, away from the sun.
Every night after the daily tasks they would drink tea and several slices of molasses toast,
They’d have a little scrub down and check their gear list and listen to the forecast.
Each kneeled at the side of their bunk and said a quiet prayer for all,
Thanking God for answering to their safe homeward bound call.
The captain looked worried and gathered all of the fishermen around,
His face looked sad, as there were two fishermen who could not be found around,
It was a time when all fishermen began to stand on deck and glance out over the sea,
Knowing very well their friends had not made it safely, and they went down in their coffin at sea.
Copyright © 2006 Frank Blackwood
Many fishermen referred to the open dory for fishing as a coffin. They would jokingly remark before departing their ship as the captain ordered, “now it’s time to get aboard your dories and get off to a good days start and God Bless you all”. Many fishermen referred to the dories as a coffin, as it was open and had a flat bottom. The shape of a coffin.... Frank Blackwood
Captain Edward Blackwood......When men were men!
Yellowstone
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Can you imagine those hardy men suddenly being transported into our "modern" risk adverse society, surrounded by all the creature comforts and our nanny culture? Wouldn't that make for interesting observations. No radar, no GPS, no VHF, no 24 hour weather forecasts, no satellite pictures, no one coming to the rescue. Bligh and Slocum were men of the sea. We are just pretenders. Thanks for a look at the past.
John
John
dogon dory
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Thanks for sharing that with us, Donna. Though I could have stopped reading before you got the that part comparing a dory to a coffin :crook .
Aye, and I remember stories by my grandfather of his days as a young man having to climb icy rigging and haveing the flesh cut off his freezing hands as he would have to furl or un-furl frozen canvas sails, as they rounded Cape horn.
He said those were the days when ships were made of wood and men of iron.
He was right.
He said those were the days when ships were made of wood and men of iron.
He was right.