Re: M_Boats: Klabautermann
Hi Craig, Thanks for telling me about the legend. Learn something new every day! Isn't this the sort of thing that makes sailing such an engrossing pastime? After you have mastered your handicraft; know the bow from the stern; how to raise sails and how to get from A to B; learn to read the weather - red sky at night, etc. - and learn that dropping the anchor is far from the proper approach to fastening yourself firmly to the bottom so that you can enjoy a good night's sleep - the fun begins; Legends such as your's Acquaintances in different ports Experiences you have while en route: nature, for those that have their eyes open and learn to see. Stretching, and expanding your knowledge as the nautical miles accumulate under your keel, because you find yourself in thick fog; or NOAA's forecasters are asleep at the switch as a Nor'easter howls in and the waves get bigger and bigger, as you are heading SW, back from the Cape, and your only thought is, can I make the Point Judith, RI Harbor of Refuge or do I head out to sea for safety? I find there never is a dull moment when you are out sailing; though sometimes during a 6 hour haul to Cuttyhunk with nothing in sight and a nice 12 knot wind so that you are on a broad reach sliding along, the Admirable wishes we'd get there sooner so she could go for a walk, but for me it's Nirvana. Connie
Manitoulin Island: Island of the Spirits. http://www.etown.net/manitoulin-espanola/otherinf%5Cnative.htm Have your sound on for this one: http://solosong.net/gordon/edmund/edmund.html And another beauty is Shel Silverstein's song, sung by Pat Dailey (and probably some others): THE GREAT LAKES SONG Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea The great lakes are a diamond On the hand of North America A bright shining jewel on the friendship border ring Fresh water highway Coming down from Canada While all along the coastline You can hear them sing Singing...Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea Hardy are the seamen On the ships that load the iron ore Sailing out of Thunder Bay, bound for Buffalo Hardy are the fisherman Like their fathers were before They say they'll bury me at sea When it's my time to go Singing...Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea Down below the quarterdeck The old men mend the fishing nets While up upon the windy bridge The young men curse into the wind Up and down the Windsor straits The wives, the mothers lie awake And pray our lady of the lake Will bring them home again Singing...Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea Falls into Ontario And runs out to sea
Outstanding, Tod! --Craig ----- Original Message ----- From: htmills@bright.net To: 'For and about Montgomery Sailboats' Sent: Sunday, March 13, 2005 9:50 PM Subject: OT: Great Lakes lore Manitoulin Island: Island of the Spirits. http://www.etown.net/manitoulin-espanola/otherinf%5Cnative.htm Have your sound on for this one: http://solosong.net/gordon/edmund/edmund.html And another beauty is Shel Silverstein's song, sung by Pat Dailey (and probably some others): THE GREAT LAKES SONG Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea The great lakes are a diamond On the hand of North America A bright shining jewel on the friendship border ring Fresh water highway Coming down from Canada While all along the coastline You can hear them sing Singing...Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea Hardy are the seamen On the ships that load the iron ore Sailing out of Thunder Bay, bound for Buffalo Hardy are the fisherman Like their fathers were before They say they'll bury me at sea When it's my time to go Singing...Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea Down below the quarterdeck The old men mend the fishing nets While up upon the windy bridge The young men curse into the wind Up and down the Windsor straits The wives, the mothers lie awake And pray our lady of the lake Will bring them home again Singing...Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior Coming down from Mackinaw and Sault Ste. Marie Blue water Huron Rolls down to Lake Erie-o, falls into Ontario And runs out to sea Falls into Ontario And runs out to sea _______________________________________________ http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/montgomery_boats
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