Tuesday, October 15, 2024

As Time Goes By ...

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We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. - Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon (I used this quote here as well.)

The last couple of weeks has been interesting in some ways, weird in others, and downright stressful at times. Let me start by reminding those who visit here often that The Missus Herself was out California way for two weeks. She was busy most of her stay there and that stay involved helping LUSH get rid of some stuff that needed getting rid of, we've all been there, done that. Stuff accumulates, am I right?

Anyhoo, last week, Tuesday afternoon, it was time for her to return to Little Rhody. About the time I figured she'd be at the airport, my phone rang. It was The Missus Herself. Unexpected, she usually texts me while traveling. She calls when "oh shit, oh dear" something is wrong.

Damn.

I answered, something was indeed wrong. As she was lifting her suitcase onto the scale she heard a "pop" from her lower back. The pain followed quickly. I asked her what she wanted to do, perhaps head back to LUSH's domicile for a couple of days to let things relax and/or to seek medical treatment. She said, no, I think I'll get some Tylenol and tough it out.

Minutes passed, I talked with LUSH in the interim, both of us felt that The Missus Herself should postpone her trip for a couple of days. For one thing, it was a red-eye, there were two stops along the way (Phoenix and Charlotte) and we were both worried about her schlepping about the terminals in the aforementioned cities with a bad back.

Well, my phone rang once more, it was The Missus Herself with one of those "good news, bad news" reports. Good news? The airline had agreed to move her around with a wheel chair. The bad news? Her flight out of Fresno was delayed by a bit more than an hour. Dropping her time in Phoenix from two hours to less than one.

No problem, says she, the gate in Phoenix is just two away from my connecting flight. I have time to spare.

LUSH and I, both being rather disgruntled by now, still begged her to reconsider. Nope, she indicated her determination to press on.

Sigh ...

She did arrive home safely, though in a bit of discomfort and outright pain, and is now in the care of a "health professional." Hopefully that situation resolves itself for the better soon.


Warning - Digression Ahead

I have flown in and out of Fresno many times. Getting in is no problem, no problem at all.

Getting out?

It is my experience that with one particular airline, the gate agents will show up ten minutes into the boarding time. That is, ten minutes late. It is also my experience that flights leaving Fresno, on one particular airline, never, I repeat, never leave on time.

End Digression, we now return you to the rest of the post ...


So The Missus Herself has returned, however, she is, as we used to say "back in the day," not mission capable, NMC we called it. (Back in the day.) As the plan had been for her to accompany me up to New Hampshire to celebrate my mother's impending 94th birthday (which was Monday) we had to change the plan. I would be going up by myself.

Argh.

Now as my Mom is now rather unable to stay by herself, and my kid brother having retired from his old job was available (and willing), my kid brother now lives with my mother. Which necessitated some rearranging of the furniture at Mom's house.

The guest bedroom is no more, for one thing, so I would need to make alternate sleeping arrangements. Or make it a day trip, 155 miles up, 155 miles back. All in one day. Doable but a right pain in the arse.

But as The Missus Herself would not be traveling, avec moi, I felt that I could just sleep on the couch in the living room. That way I could stay more than just a few hours.

Well, good news, bad news ...

The good news, no need to travel back to Little Rhody on the same day. Said day, mind you, in which it seemed that everyone, and I do mean everyone, had decided that Saturday would be a great time to go look at the lovely foliage in northern New England. (File this under "bad news," by the way.)

Mind you, Saturday was indeed a beautiful day, Sunny, mild, and with roads loaded with gawkers looking at foliage that I myself (a New England native) felt was sub-par, at best. Oh sure, there were a couple of trees here and there which were magnificent to someone who didn't know better. But really?

I have been traveling to my Mom's for her birthday for 25 years now. I had never seen traffic as bad as that which I experienced Saturday, a trip which normally takes three hours, took almost five.

To say that I was a bit hot under the collar for most of the journey was, shall we say, an understatement.

But I got over it.

The trip back Sunday was uneventful (even if my night on the couch had left my back really angry with me), it rained which kept the "leaf peepers" off the roads. Personally I prefer to see foliage on gray, overcast days. The colors (to me at any rate) seem to stand out more than when viewed in bright sunlight. Might just be me. (The Missus Herself stated, somewhat emphatically, that it is, "just me." Sigh ...)

It was a nice trip but I'm noticing more and more that my mother isn't quite "all there" any more. She forgets easily, even things which just happened, and her long term memory is pretty much gone. It's tough on her because she knows she can't remember things.

It's one thing to not remember and not know it, it's quite another to know that you're forgetting vital parts of your life. She can't remember whether or not I have kids, late on Saturday she asked me if I'd ever married. As she gets tired, more and more of her ability to remember things just slips away. Sunday morning she was better, but it's sad to see her decline.

Well, she is 94.

Time passes, it's not always kind in its passing.


I suppose I'll get back to the fiction, eventually. Might be on a different topic entirely, lately my brain has been very much in "SQUIRREL!" mode. I guess you might say I'm too interested in too many things. Kid brother also gave me a book on Germany in 1923, that's going to be a time sink, I can tell you that. A favorite period of mine. And (bonus) it's by a German author.

Much to do, much to read. In the meantime, remember, the ice cream is free.

Before I forget, many thanks to John Blackshoe for filling the entire weekend for me. I needed the break and the story of the Garthsnaid and the photo taken by Alexander Turner (and his story) was a good one. Thanks, JB!

Now, where was I?




Monday, October 14, 2024

Family and Friends

 Not much going on around Rancho Juvat, lately.  

 So my posting material might be getting close to Rock Bottom.

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However, this past weekend made up for some of that. We had a semi-Family Reunion.  Obviously, Little J, LJW and Miss B couldn't make it from Jolly Old, but MBD, The Rev, MG and Leon' made it from East Texas.   In addition, some friends of there's from College joined up with them after escaping the Houston Jungle.  They stayed in our two guest cabins, did a little out and back to a few wineries and joined us for dinner where war stories were swapped. Yes, Beans, the red BS Flag was thrown a few times.

At the start of the festivities, we met the gang on their arrival at our favorite restaurant in the 'Burg, El Milagro.  For those of you who don't speak Spanish, that would be "The Miracle".  For the first several years we lived here, our go to restaurant was "Rather Sweet".  Primarily this was because it was about 5 doorways down from our wine store.  Which was about the max distance we had energy to travel after a busy day.  The  business was actually a restaurant and a bakery and was owned by Rebecca Rather, a somewhat well known baker. The food was good, the baked goods outstanding.

But, she got a bit tired of it and sold it at a deep discount to a group of Hispanic ladies.  Ms Rather also included all her baked goods recipes in the deal.  So the new restaurant has excellent Mexican dishes, great sandwiches and fabulous pastries.  I heartily recommend it although my Cardiologist has a few comments about the relationship between it and I.

Anyhow, that's where we met the gang Friday.  Did I mention that El Milagro has a very nice patio and a band that plays on weekends.  

MBD and MG fooling around



What the heck are those two goofs doin' Gramma?
 

Just Goofin' Round

Not a lot of mind enhancing conversations, but a lot of good smiles and laughter, so well worth it.

Finally on the woodworking side, I'm working on a couple of projects for the two eldest grandchildren.  Mrs J came up with the idea.  Basically it's a book box.


 She bought 25 Christmas related books for each of them which she'll individually wrap.  She took the measurements of each to figure out the dimensions for the box and ensure the books all fit.  The grand kids will be authorized to unwrap one book for each day in Advent to have read to them.  That should keep them occupied and hopefully focused on Christmas The above model was my "Practice" one, but turned out good enough to use it.

Why Maroon, you may ask.  Well...Since both sets of parents are from a small university in College Station TX, they are encouraging them early to go there.  

Yes, Beans, Texas A&M.  I didn't go there, but I'm very happy with the way my Kids turned out and think it likely my Grand Kids will turn out well there also.

As I said, been busy and not many earth shattering events happened this week, so you get what you get.  Hope to do better next week.

Cheers and Peace Out Y'all!

 

 

Sunday, October 13, 2024

John Blackshoe Sends: Serendipity History –

Sailors and Ships in the Age of Sail (Part 3 of 3)

History of the man who photographed the Sailing Vessel Garthsnaid, in a storm in part I

ALEXANDER HARPER TURNER (12 July 1900- 8 February 1963)*
* 12 July 1900 birth date is from family sources, but his maritime documents show date of birth as 31 August 1900

Ancestry.com has a wealth of information on millions of people, and once you find a full name and birth date you can usually chase many threads pertaining to birth, death, census, military and civil records. If there are family trees you can access, there are often family photos. Most of the following was gleaned from material on Ancestry.


Our intrepid photographer Alexander and his twin brother “Jock” were born in Sunderland, Durham, England in 1900. Their father was a tailor and outfitter, who employed others. His family was well off, and had a servant girl living with them at 9 The Oaks, East, Sunderland, which was the family home for several decades. It is a charming brick row house in a neighborhood of prosperous merchants and the like.

There are numerous interior and exterior views of the family home here, on a site similar to Zillow for American house sales. 

Even at a young age, it was clear that he was destined for a life at sea with Alex (left) and Jock (right) in their sailor suits, and another unidentified child, probably circa 1905.

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Alexander Harper Turner went to sea by way of an indenture signed at age 15 in Aberdeen to be an “Apprentice” aboard the Milne owned steel Barque “Inveresk” a near sister ship of his later voyages aboard Inversnaid/Garthsnaid. The Royal Museums Greenwich have the original crew list for that voyage. 

His shipmates on that first voyage, included two other apprentices signed up the previous year, the 57 year old Captain; a Mate (age not stated); 22 year old Boatswain; 50 year old cook and steward; a 65 year old sailmaker; 53 year old carpenter; a 17 year old cabin boy, and 15 sailors ranked as sailor, ordinary seaman or able seaman ranging from 18 to 53 years old. Birthplaces included the British Isles, Norway, Finland, Russia, Italy, two Australians and three Americans.

His first voyage was brief, only from 1 November 1915 to 19 December 1915, at a time when Britain was already engaged in WW1. Turner’s father later served as a 1st Lieutenant in the Tank Corps.

He did not remain ashore for long, and reported aboard Inversnaid on 2 January 1916 where he served until 19 May 1919 (per his 2nd Mate Certificate), but his service continued after that.
Ancestry.com member trees provided a photo of Alexander Harper Turner in his uniform, probably circa 1917-1920, perhaps at the time he qualified as Second Mate.

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On June 12, 1919 Turner was issued his “Certificate of Competency as Second Mate of a Foreign Going Ship” at age 18. 

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He qualified as 1st Mate on 3 April 1922, with his prior service listed as aboard Garthsnaid from 10 July 1919 to 17 December 1921. (reflecting the sale and renaming of Inversnaid to Garthsnaid as a Canadian flagged vessel.)

In August 1922 he left the steadily diminishing sailing fleet and began voyages aboard the Steam Ship Rhode Island out of Liverpool. This was another Clyde built ship, a steel screw steamer 420 feet long, 54.2 foot beam and 29 foot depth of hold for 5655 gross tons, launched in 1918. Unlike the long and wind driven voyages of sailing ships, this ship engaged in regularly scheduled runs between Liverpool and the United States. Although he had a First Mate certificate for sailing ships, he served mostly as Second Mate. (No photos found of this SS Rhode Island.)

Master Certificate (Square rigged) 25 June 1925
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 (The source listed has several certificates for Turner)
In 1925, Turner began sailing on SS Bay State as Second Mate, prior to his getting his Master license. In July 1926 Turner married Marjorie Towns in Tynemouth, Northumberland. She was four years younger, and had been born in Turner’s home town of Sunderland. They lived the rest of their lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, about 20 miles from Sunderland. It is unclear if he continued to go to sea after marriage, or worked ashore in some boring office job.
 

In the late 1930s the Royal Navy began to recruit officers and enlisted for service in the Royal Naval Reserve (RNR), and the more amateurish Royal Naval Volunteer Supplementary Reserve (RNVSR). The RNVR became the route by which virtually all new-entry commissioned officers joined the naval service during the war – the exception being professional mariners who already held master's tickets, who would join the RNR. Most of the officers in landing craft, Coastal Forces and the Atlantic Convoys were RNVR and many regular officers were astonished how well they coped. A significant number achieved command of corvettes and even frigates. By 1945 there were over 43,000 officers in the RNR/RNVR/RNVSR. (Source)

Turner enrolled in the Royal Naval Volunteer Supplemental Reserve on 5 July 1937, according to the Navy List for 1937, presumably as a Temporary Lieutenant.

By 1940, Turner was assigned to command of the ”Brit,” a 90 foot steel craft with 20 foot beam and 4.6 foot draft, for 75 tons, propelled by a single diesel engine. 

“[Brit] was requisitioned by the Admiralty on 16 September 1939 for service as a tender. Renamed [HM Tender] WATCHFUL, she became the base ship for the fleet and was repainted in battleship grey. She carried stores and torpedoes to the destroyers lying in Yarmouth roads.”
On 29 May 1940, she was deployed to assist in the Dunkirk evacuation and reportedly rescued 900 troops. On 12 December 1945, she was returned to her owners, the Longfield brothers and was refitted and restored to her original name, BRIT, to operate once more as a pleasure cruiser for the start of the 1946 season.” (Source)
HM Tender WATCHFUL was one of the “Little Ships” which rescued the British Army from Dunkirk, carrying 900 soldiers home on four trips. Above she is shown pre-war as the “Brit” operating as a day tripper for whale watching type cruises out of Yarmouth.

Turner was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for his actions aboard HMS WATCHFUL in the Dunkirk evacuation, as announced in London Gazette 27 Aug 1940.

Subsequently, Turner commanded three minesweepers as a Temporary Lieutenant: (Source)
  • HMS Cypress (T 09) a minesweeping trawler- 5 March 1941-mid 1941 -

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  • HMS MMS 5 (J 505) a motor minesweeper- August 1941- 20 August 1942
  • HMS MMS 7 (j 507) a motor minesweeper- 20 August 1942-30 December 1942
 

This is the first of the 294 ships of the MMS-1 class (J501-J794), often called “Mickey Mouse Sweepers” virtually identical to the two commanded by Turner. These swept for magnetic influence mines by having two of the sweepers dragging an electrical cable between them which would be periodically energized to create a magnetic pulse to detonate mines. Later they added a large noisemaker to also activate acoustic mines. (Source)

Turner was promoted to Temporary Commander effective 31 July 1944. (Source)

Commander Alexander Harper Turner
in 1944 or 1945 in his “wavy navy” uniform
Nothing more was found about Turner except that he died 8 February 1963.

So, at life’s end, if asked what he did with his life, I am sure Commander Turner would have proudly told anyone willing to listen:

“I was a sailor, and you should have seen us on the Garthsnaid. And this is no shit¹. Coming out of Chile, bound for Mozambique in 1920. It was blowing Beaufort force 9 or 10, and we sent men aloft to gasket the fores’l. And, I like a damn fool, decided to take my new camera out to the tip of the bowsprit to take a photo. I got the photo, and luckily lived to tell about it. Here’s the proof:”

Sailing Vessel Garthsnaid, 1920, outbound from Chile to Mozambique.
Source State Library of Victoria [Australia]
A sharper, larger version is available here and makes a great screen saver.




¹ The obligatory prelude to any sailor’s sea story.

Saturday, October 12, 2024

John Blackshoe Sends: Serendipity History –

Sailors and Ships in the Age of Sail (Part 2 of 3) 

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History of the Sailing Vessel Garthsnaid (Shown in a storm in part I.)

The Beginning
 
Sailing Vessel Inversnaid circa 1892.
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The ship was built by Archibald McMillan and Son at Dumbarton on the River Clyde in Scotland, a major shipbuilding location. 

Inversnaid was launched 26 May 1892, built for George Milne of Aberdeen. She was relatively small, 283 feet long 36.2 foot beam and 21.7 foot depth of hold for 1418 gross tons. She was a steel hull Barque (square rigged on the fore and main masts and fore and aft rigged on the mizzen. She operated from Aberdeen for the Milne company until 1919 when he sold the rest of his ships (with “Inver___” names to the Marine Navigation Company of Canada owned by Sir William Garthwaite of Montreal. Names were changed to “Garth___” and thus the Inversnaid became Garthsnaid in 1919. Source

During WW1 the Inversnaid was engaged in merchant shipping without incident, although one of her sister ships was sunk by a German U-boat. Merchant ship crews were all awarded a service medal for their contributions to the war effort.

By 1919, sailing ships were no longer competitive on voyages requiring speedy delivery, but they were cheap to operate (wind is free), and could be manned with small, relatively inexperienced crews making them popular for hauling bulk materials like nitrate fertilizer from Chile to points around the world. This was the main use of Garthsnaid for the rest of her career. Most sailing ships were worked hard with minimal expenditures for maintenance and were sold for scrap or simply abandoned as they wore out or suffered severe damage.
 
Garthsnaid in Iquique, Chile circa 1920, likely awaiting her cargo of nitrate.
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Ancestry.com member trees provided a photo of Alexander Harper Turner in his uniform, probably circa 1919-1921 when he was Second Mate aboard the Garthsnaid. 
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In Part I we saw Garthsnaid in a storm, captured in Turner’s photo circa April-July 1920, which was winter in the Southern Hemisphere. Turner’s service aboard Garthsnaid lasted from 10 July 1919 to 17 December 1921. He qualified as 1st Mate on 3 April 1922, left Garthsnaid and began sailing on the steamship Rhode Island of the White Diamond Line. Other mariners took his place as 2nd Mate for the rest of Garthsnaid’s history.


The End

In April 1923 the barque Garthsnaid was dismasted in a storm outbound from Iquique, Chile, and taken under tow by the White Star line steamer SS ZEALANDIC into Melbourne according to the following newspaper account.

The Argus, Melbourne, 4 April 1923 Source

BARQUE IN A STORM
THREE TERRIBLE DAYS

By the irony of fate the end of the long voyage of the barque Garthsnaid was almost in sight when she was struck by a storm which lasted for three terrible days and threatened her destruction. Good seamanship, combined with good luck and the timely arrival of the steamer Zealandic, saved her. Coastal reports on Sunday stated that the Garthsnaid was in tow of the Zealandic, and at 11 o'clock yesterday morning the barque passed through Port Phillip Heads, in appearance more like a dismantled hulk than the trim barque which was a familiar sight at Melbourne in September. For three days the crew, numbering 21, had nothing to eat except weevily biscuits and tinned beef, and were without sleep. 
 
The Garthsnaid left Iquique in December, and on Friday morning was booming along about 100 miles east of Gabo, approaching Bass Straits, with lower topsails set before a freshening easterly breeze. Before nightfall, however, the breeze had freshened into a gale, [conditions very similar to those captured in Turner’s photograph!] which, veering suddenly to the southward, caught the barque. All hands were called on deck, but the master (Captain J. Roberts), realising that to send a man aloft was to throw away his life, did what he could by skilful navigation to avert impending disaster. With a loud report the main topmast carried away, bringing with it lines and sheets, which lay in a tangled mass over the port side, tearing the royal and topgallant yards and mizzen topmast down. The crew, which was all-British, "worked like [n-----s]" (to quote Captain Roberts, who cannot say enough for his men), and cast the damaged rigging overboard. Half an hour afterwards the main lower mast snapped 3ft. from the deck, and lay straggling over the starboard side. Rolling and pitching helplessly, the Garthsnaid shipped heavy seas, and movement on deck was hazardous. All movable deck gear was swept overboard. Large quantities of oil were released, but still the Garthsnaid lay awash. 

With great difficulty, and running under scant canvas, a course was steered for Gabo, when the long list of mishaps was added to by the snapping of the fore topgallant mast, which hung down, with its canvas flapping noisily in the wind. All night the crew worked to clear the wreckage away. An inspection was made of the holds, which were found to be undamaged and making no water. Two of the lifeboats were smashed beyond repair, and the third was severely damaged. 

With unabated vigour the storm continued all next day; but the wind began to ease as night came on, and with sighs of relief Gabo light was sighted at 2 o'clock in the morning. A little later the lights of a steamer were sighted, and in half an hour the Zealandic was alongside. She waited until daylight, and then passed a 5in. wire hawser to the barque, it broke. Four more attempts were made, and at last the Garthsnaid was secured. After a three-hour struggle the line was made fast, and the Zealandic set out for Melbourne with the barque in tow.

The Garthsnaid was laden with a cargo worth about £50,000. When she entered the Heads she signalled for a tug, but probably on account of the salvage, perhaps because she could not operate her anchor, she was towed to Williamstown by the Zealandic, which then returned to Geelong. Substantial salvage money will probably be paid to the Zealandic for her part in the rescue of the Garthsnaid, the crew of which pay a tribute to their rescuers.

Dismasted SV Garthsnaid under salvage tow by SS ZEALANDIC, April 1923

SV Garthsnaid in Melbourne April 1924, showing storm damage.

There, Garthsnaid was left to her fate, not worth repairing. She was finally broken up for scrap in Melbourne in February 1938, per the following story from the Brisbane Argus. Source:

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From the story above:

“Too damaged to be worth repairing Garthsnaid was sold for use as a coal hulk, but proved unsuitable for that…. Various plans, including one for loading the hulk with scrap iron and towing her to Japan, and another to convert her to a dance hall fell through and the hulk remained idle in the river until in 1936 the harbor dues owing were more than the total value of the ship. The authorities were powerless to order the removal of the ship because of legal technicalities.”


 Lovers of ships and the sea will recognize this all too familiar problem of wishful thinking. The most recent case is the fate of the fastest ocean liner ever built, the SS UNITED STATES, delivered in 1952 as the pinnacle of ocean liner technology. But within a few years, transatlantic jet aircraft travel became cheap and common, destroying the liner trade. Laid up since 1969 the SS UNITED STATES endured a similar sequence of wishful thinking for adaptive uses. Disputes since 1996 over unpaid docking bills in Philadelphia and lackluster fundraising efforts resulted in eviction notices. In September 2024 it was decided that she would be sunk off Destin, FL as a diving attraction although it will take some time and money to prepare her for the tow and sinking. 

S.S. UNITED STATES rotting at her unpaid for berth in Philadelphia, 2024.
Not a sailing ship, but just as obsolete. Read all about this great ship, and her obsessed designer William Francis Gibbs (of Gibbs & Cox) in “A Man and His Ship : America's Greatest Naval Architect and His Quest to Build the S. S. United States” by Steven Ujifusa, available for under $10.00

Ships are inanimate objects made of steel, bronze, aluminum, wood or other materials and are seen as mere “things” by landlubbers. But, to their builders and crews they are endowed with near living properties, and often fondly remembered as a home, base of operations, or transportation. Their machinery is loved, or cursed, but respected for its contribution to life at sea. Shared experiences and sacrifices bind the crew together, and to the ship.

The scrapping of a sailor’s former ship is a truly emotional subject, nearly on the level of losing a friend, family member, or pet. A ship may be gone, but to those who sailed as crew or passenger they are never forgotten.

My last ship.
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Author's Note: Part 3 of 3 reveals the history of the man who took the photo of Garthsnaid in the storm.

Friday, October 11, 2024

John Blackshoe Sends: Serendipity History –

Sailors and Ships in the Age of Sail (Part 1 of 3)


An Iconic Image- Four Seamen aloft in a Gale

“No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into jail; for being in a ship is being in jail with the chance of being drowned. A man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.“
According to noted British man of letters Samuel Johnson about 1759.

Hizzoner Neptunus Lex used most of that quote in a commentary on chronic problems with the heads [toilets for you landlubbers] aboard USS GEORGE H. W. BUSH (CVN-77). But, for all his many wonderful qualities, Lex was an aviator, or “Brown Shoe” not really a sailor.

Samuel Johnson was a landlubber, not a sailor and never fell under the lure of the sea. Another Brit, John Masefield (1878-1967) heard the syrens’ song and waxed poetic in 1902 with:
Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.


The life at sea, perhaps not exactly as dreamt of by Masefield, is displayed in an epic photograph, which has been published a number of times.

Sailing Vessel Garthsnaid, 1920, outbound from Chile to Mozambique.
Source: State Library of Victoria [Australia]
A sharper 2914 x 1600 pixel version is available and a great screen saver.
That is the epitome of sailors and ships in the age of sail. It was a scene repeated thousands of times all over the world for thousands of years as man’s sea travel depended on wind, ships and sailors.

Ships were propelled by the wind since at least 800 BC. Steam ships emerged in the early 19th century, gradually replacing sailing ships until the latter were a rarity by the First World War, and virtually extinct by the start of the second.

Steam was created by burning wood, then coal and eventually oil to heat water in boilers. The steam was piped to large cylinders pushing pistons, connected to a crankshaft to make rotary motion, turning paddle wheels amidships, or later by screw propellers at the stern. In 1897, Briton Charles Parsons revolutionized ship propulsion with his “Turbina” using steam turbines instead of reciprocating cylinders. In the mid 20th century, ADM Rickover and his nuke acolytes used magic tea kettles to generate steam, but the steam turbines remained the same. Some time later, ships eliminated the steam generation side of propulsion with its large and heavy boilers, piping, and feedwater requirements, by using jet turbines where combustion gases turned the turbines instead of steam. But, enough about mechanical claptraps, we are here to worship wind power.

There are many beautiful images by marine artists depicting the beauty, power, majesty or vastness of the sea and sailing ships. Like this wonderful 10’ x 7’ monster by Charles R. Patterson painted in 1933 as a mural aboard a Grace Line steamer. This depicts the 218 foot 1,893 ton ship W.R. Grace circa 1880 signaling a passing ship “Report me well” which was a way to convey location and status reports in the pre-radio days. This alone is worth a visit to the Maine Maritime Museum in Bath, Maine near the eponymous shipyard which carries on the tradition of “Bath built is best built.”


But, the photograph above captures the harsh reality of life at sea in the age of sail far more than a beautiful painting. We see the complexity of a sailing ship, with masts, yards, sails, stays, shrouds, halyards, gaskets, gunnels, scuppers and other bits and pieces with weird names, but very specific purposes.

Ships are nothing without their crews. Nearly all ships in the age of sail had no power other than the wind, Light below decks was sunlight transmitted through glass “deck lights” or candles or oil lamps, risky items on a wooden ship. There was no ventilation to remove the stank of filthy humans, poor food, poor sanitation and the added odor and filth from live animals carried for food as there was no refrigeration. Fresh water was a precious commodity, carried in casks, and reserved for drinking or cooking, not bathing. Bathing was with seawater, or rain squalls, as was laundry for the sailor’s limited wardrobe.

Civilian crews were small, signed for a voyage from whoever was available and willing, varying in age from teenagers to much older men who chose a life at sea. Crews often came from all over the world, speaking their native tongue. Wages were poor, offset some by the opportunity for travel and adventure. Each man’s life and safe return to port depended on the skill, dedication, and performance of the whole crew.

Deaths or horrible injuries were common, with medical treatment limited to what the Captain might be able to do with a medical kit and small booklet of symptoms and treatments.


The photograph and added background on life at sea raises several questions:
  • “What kind of crazy people did that sort of stuff?”
  • “Those four guys are crazy, but who the heck was taking the photo?”
  • “What happened to this ship and these people?”
Google Lens is great for tracking down image sources, and came up with several sources with varied information. The earliest version (the source from Australia) is the one above with the full yardarm visible. This is the sailing vessel Garthsnaid.
Another later version, (from New Zealand) is cropped removing some of the yard, but has a very detailed description:

“On board the ship `Garthsnaid' at sea, 1920, showing unidentified sailors, possibly Frank Newington and Frank Bishop on the right, securing a section of the foresail which had come free from the gaskets in heavy weather.

Photographed by Alexander Harper Turner, acting second mate on the `Garthsnaid.' This copy negative, and inscription, by David Alexander De Maus. Inscriptions: bottom left - "Garthsnaid." This photograph was taken between 24 April and 26 July 1920 when the `Garthsnaid' was on passage from Iquique, Chile, to Delagoa (now Maputo) Bay, Mozambique with a cargo of nitrate. At the time the photographer was 19 years old and had been acting second mate from February 1920. He took the photograph from the jibboom end with a camera he had bought in Iquique, Chile. (information from `The Grain Races 1920-,' Basil Greenhill and John Hackman, Conway Maritime Press, London, 1986, page 117, and Sue Turner granddaughter of Alexander Turner). Note that the State Library of Victoria, Australia, identifies Allan C Green (1878-1954) as the photographer of this image. They hold a glass negative of the photograph, with more visible on the left hand side. Quantity: 1 b&w copy negative(s). Physical Description: Glass negative Processing information: Possible identification of two figures 8 August 2023, following information provided by a researcher.”

Another tidbit comes from the International Journal of Maritime History which uses the photo to illustrate an example of rough seas, with much of the info from the New Zealand caption, but adding: “The Garthsnaid is running with the wind on the port quarter under fore and main lower topsails. The wind force is estimated at Beaufort 9 or 10 from the appearance of the sea.” Beaufort 9 has winds of 47-54 mph and Force 10 is a whole gale with winds 55-63 mph.




Author's Note: Part 2 of 3 will cover the history of this fine ship, including her beginning and end. Part 3 of 3 reveals the history of the man who took the photo of Garthsnaid in the storm.

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Immigrants

Goths traversant une rivière
Evariste-Vital Luminais
The New Colossus
Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

While pondering the insanity of importing vast crowds of people with no skills, no jobs, and what seems to be little ambition, other than to suck on the gubmint teat, I recalled the plaque on the Statue of Liberty.

"Give me your tired, your poor ..." etc., doesn't mean, to me, "give us your freeloaders and ne'er-do-wells, we're rich enough to take care of them and don't care if they add nothing to the Nation."

I know they're not all like that. But large groups of military-aged males aren't immigrants, they're invaders. What are they fleeing? Military service in their own benighted homelands? No, there is something deeper there. I'm not sure what bargains certain politicians made with Satan to allow this, but damn, what else do they hope to gain other than power?

Import people beholden to you and they might vote for you. Or ...

They might not.

The Central Valley of California has a lot of immigrants, folks who speak Spanish at home but who stress to their kids that they need to learn English. They have strong family ties, they are believers in God, they came here to escape the corruption of their former homelands.

I know some of them, good people, the salt of the earth you might say.

Those are the folks being beckoned to come here and live in Emma Lazarus' sonnet. They're the folks we want, fighters for a better way of life. A lot of them don't like what's going on with these newer waves of "immigrants."

Want to vote in this country? - Become a citizen.

Want to be a citizen? - Learn to speak English.

Want to keep your cultural heritage? - Why not, we're supposed to be a melting pot, well, we used to be. A lot of cultures have beautiful aspects, why throw those away? I don't think you need to.

But there are rules, we ALL need to abide by them

Especially those crooked politicians who seek power and money.

I don't have the perfect answer, but we need to restrain those who would "lead" us. That's not what they're supposed to be doing, they're our representatives.

Not our bosses.

A pox on their houses if they can't fix this mess.

And a ringside seat in Hell if they can't.