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July 29, 2015

USCGC Eagle


Bowsprit with Crew

I’ve worked hard the last month or so putting together a piece on the Nazi School ships.  It wasn’t fun to do as I couldn’t seem make it work.  This week, the writing started to flow at last.  I include one or two paragraphs here for your amusement.

“When I first saw the United States Coast Guard Cutter (USCGC) Eagle, I fell in love with her.  I had grown up in San Diego with our one tall ship, the much admired, iron-hulled Star of India.  I’d even been lucky enough to accompany the Star out to sea on her first sail in 1979 on my stepfather’s boat.  But the Eagle captivated me in ways that the Star didn’t.  Perhaps it was that pure white hull or her size.  Maybe it was the forceful red and blue strips on her bow.  She was a modern, working, sailing ship, and I wanted to know more about her from the first day I saw her.”

Then further down in the article, I wrote:

"By the 1930’s, Hitler’s Nazi party saw a place for sail training ships in their fleet.  They commissioned four barques in the Gorch-Fock-class.  The keel of the SSS Horst Wessel was laid February 15, 1936, and she was commissioned September 17 that same year.  “SSS Horst Wessel served as the flagship of the Kriegsmarine sail training fleet, which consisted of Gorch FockAlbert Leo Schlageter and Horst Wessel.  A fifth ship, the Mircea was also built in 1937 for the Romanian Navy and work began on a sixth, the Herbert Norkus, but stopped with the outbreak of war.”  After the war three completed ships were disbursed as war reparations.  The Horst Wessel, now the Eagle, sailed for America in 1945 with its German crew aboard to train the new American crew.”

There’s a book written about her crossing.  We didn’t have a sail trained crew available when the Eagle sailed for America.  They sailed with an American crew and many of the original German crew.  Part way across, they encountered a hurricane.  Oh, don’t those details leave you wanting more.  They do me.

Bow on to the Eagle.


July 27, 2015

Tone Poems and other Busies



We’ve been being busy and having fun.  I photographed these 1960’s classics at work Friday.  Friday night we went shopping at Tar-Jay…in G’s family shopping is the panacea for all ills.  I found a plate hanger for the new blue and white plate.  Yes, a cupboard door in the kitchen broke the last one.  G found the stuff to clean the detritus off the dishwasher innards.  Perfect kinds of finds for us. 

Yes, we came home and loaded the acid into the dishwasher while the plate was being hung.

Saturday we saw, “Mr. Holmes.”  It’s a beautiful tone poem about a final case.  Sometimes things are so perfect they need no introduction.


  • Himself:  Quietly at work again.
  • Herself:  Will run and pick up a watermelon pitcher for the Captain.
  • Reading:  Back working my way through a Jance.
  • Gratitudes:  Sunshine, cool breezes, perfect pool water.


  • July 25, 2015

    Vignettes



    Salvaged by Peter Knego, a bronze wall mural by the late Norwegian sculptor Arne Vinje Gunnerud of a viking ship. Arriving this week after rescue from the former Love Boat ISLAND PRINCESS' aft-situated Caribe Lounge. Photo Copyright: Peter Knego.


    • I felt really well yesterday.  Hardly an ache or pain anywhere.  Was it half a Gi Gong class?  Sometimes life surprises you.  Donations surprise me too.  Yesterday an artist was downsizing, and he kindly donated art books to the store.  Of course I bought two on the California Impressionist’s.   Of course I should have bought the two on the California Plein Air artists too.  Truck waxed when I got home, and we ate take-out fish tacos.


  • He got his yearly review yesterday.  Depression and thinking got the best of him for a while.  Best is 5’s…he got 4’s.  He didn’t get a raise the third year in a row either.  He did get a nice little bonus….plus the Padre’s seats he’s given are good too.  But he got to worrying that he’d be laid off, that as his department shrinks, he won’t be needed….etc, etc.  Thinking is an awful thing to happen to a good man.  By evening, he was much improved.


  • The great triumphant moment for the whole week, I think I already mentioned this, was that Grumpy passed his smog test…with flying colors.  I think there were two years he didn’t, and there were other years he was marginal.  After his injectors were recalled, I didn’t like the vastly lower mileage at all.  Then again, I do like his passing his smog.  Myrtle did too.  Mechanical progress on all fronts here.


  • Our friend, Peter Knego, often flies to Alang to salvage wonderful art from old liners and cruise ships.  This week he is expecting some stunning things from the “Love Boat”, the Island Princess, this Wednesday.  I’ve been suggesting G take the day off to help unload the container.  I just hope Peter’s new neighborhood is ready for this.


  • We are off now to the Automotive Museum Picnic In the Park.  Captain Poolie did an all-nighter in the museum with a gaggle of teens last night.  She looked appalling this morning on Facebook.  Now she has to preside over a Murder of Docents.  I’m grateful all I had to do was make potatoe salad for 20 +.




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