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Two words juxtaposed in this headline from May 1914 NYTimes are not ones I expect to see . .. ”Roosevelt” and “tug.” Click on the image and (I hope) you’ll get the rest of the article.
Below is Aidan, the Booth Line steamer which returned the former President from Belem, near the mouth of the Amazon.
On October 4, 1913, Roosevelt boarded the vessel below–S. S. Van Dyck--for Brazil. Departure was from Brooklyn
Pier 8, to the left below. Click the foto to see the source.
What’s driving this post is Candice Millard’s 2005 The River of Doubt: Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey, which I just finished reading. Learning about the namesake–Candido Rondon– for the vessel in foto 8 here while in Brazil last summer prompted me to finally read this book. Ever know that the ex-US President was stalked by invisible cannibals as he and Rondon led a joint Brazilian/American group down a 400-mile uncharted tributary of the Amazon, now referred to as Rio Roosevelt (pronounced Hio Hosevelt).
Well-worth the read!
. . . literally hangs in the balance in the next weeks. This 1925 Tyne River-built flat-bottomed timber tug needs $150,000 pledged, or . . . I’ll come back to the ” . . . or” To pledge, click on the image of the tug to the left, click on the contribute button, and follow the prompts.
Bertha was one of four of these tugs used to move booms of timber to the mill in the Bay of Islands area of western Newfoundland starting in the mid-1920s. Click here for fotos of that timber operation; particularly appropriate are fotos # 189, 259, and 263.
Darren Vigilant (below) bought Bertha in 1999, drove her to New York, and if you were paying attention to the harbor from that time, you might recall seeing it. Click here to see fotos from then as well as an illustrated history of the vessel and lists of what has been done and remains. Currently, she’s in a yard in Staten Island.
I took these fotos last weekend and will
be adding followups in the weeks to come.
But the clock is ticking. Here is the ” . . . or else” part.
Time is running out, and Bertha could be scrapped and added to the half million dollar pile of metal chunks.
Shudder the thought.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’d love to see any fotos you might have of Bertha sailing in New York harbor between 1999 and 2003. Click on the image below to hear Darren make a plea for the boat.
There was a time when I was a boy . . . I thought that hydrofoils would dominate the future. They didn’t. My question is: does anyone recall a hydrofoil operating in the waters around greater NYC? This just in from a jolly tar, a British film clip that alludes to but seems not to show a hydrofoil on Long Island Sound . . . ??
Foto by Will Van Dorp.
This NYPD officer of the peace got tugged right into a recent parade. When that happens, you know all things could get downright disorderly.
This last June post is a melange of Pegasus and Lehigh Valley 79 in a setting rays irritating my camera,
Patuxent in the Philly dawn,
Sea Hawk approaching the St. John’s Bridge,
Natoma docked in the Columbia,
Caspian Sea in the Delaware,
Surrie Moran in the same waters,
Aries in Portland,
more Black Hawk,
and finally Lewiston.
Rounding things out, it’s Siberian Sea in palm trees country aka the sixth boro, taken about a year ago. I will resume the blog as soon as I can in a land with more palm trees
Thanks for reading the blog and sending comments either here or via email. Sorry if I haven’t acknowledged everyone who’s sent along a tidbit or nice word.
If you’ve never taken a Working Harbor tour in NYC’s sixth boro, here’s info. If you know the sixth boro pretty well–especially the contemporary commercial aspects of it, you might even propose to them to narrate a tour. That’s just me suggesting that, but there are folks who want to better understand the role of shipping and its interaction between the sixth boro and the five terrestrial ones.
Thanks to Seth Tane for the fotos of Aries, Black Hawk, Lewiston, Nahoma, and Sea Hawk. All others by Will Van Dorp who hopes to next post from the obscure January River.
Ten months ago I did this post of the 1905 ferry Binghamton. Twenty months ago I did this one, this and this with many interior shots at that time. The foto below dates from October 2011 just after Irene.
Here was Binghamton this morning, a work of disintegrative art, refusing to buckle in spite of Sandy.
North end October 2011 and
today, June 2013.
South end 2011 and
peeled back 2013.
Closer up as seen from the right bank 20 months ago and
See a Flickr foto of a NJ historical marker no longer memorializing the wreck, click here. In its place, someone has had the good sense to inscribe the walls of the guardhouse with the 94-year-old words of a gallivanting Edna St Vincent Millay.
How will she fare in the next 10 months?
For a beautifully illustrated report on the life of the ferry prepared by Bill Lee, click here.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated but cool story here about a 61-year-old immigrant to US circumnavigating in a 24′ sailboat!!
Let’s make up some words and revisit Sunday’s significant changes to the “landfront” of the sixth boro, not the “waterfront.” In fact, on the waterfront change is fluid, literally. Click on the foto to see the dust fly.
What’s happening on the water at 0553 h? Just the usual . . . bananas
from Ecuador need to be offloaded.
NYPD patrols, and
kayakers make their way across the calm bay.
Tuesday morning, as seen from the Staten Island ferry . . .
machines disassemble the
load it onto trucks for processing, once Susan (Catherine?) Miller gets them back to the roads.
Our landfront has never looked this way . . . til now.
Fotos and video by Will Van Dorp.
According to the calculations on my rusty cruncher . . .
this number has passed in the wee and dark and windy hours of Boxing Day.
A million . . . graphic ways of representing this would be . . . it would take 158 trips of Queen Sapphire, currently in the sixth boro, to deliver that many BMWs. Or the hold of a half-filled Bebedouro would contain enough Brazilian pulp for that much orange juice.
Wikipedia offers some other ways to represent a million.
Meanwhile, this is my next goal.
Here’s the proof.
I’m humbled and grateful. Thanks for reading, sharing, and commenting. And thanks for the emails and private messages. The green coming out of the rusty cruncher above is getting to know so many of you. Thanks and more thanks. I never dreamed this was possible when I started the blog just after Thanksgiving 2006.
Meanwhile, I’ll be in the wooded upland between the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico til after New Years’ begin.
I took all these fotos this morning. First, here’s the ashoremost portion of John B Caddell in the parking lot waterside of Edgewater Drive, roughly across from the Clifton*** Staten Island Railroad stop. After being delivered from RTC Shipbuilding in Camden, NJ in mid-December 1941, she has come to her end. Most of her life she delivered petroleum products, not water. Click here for a foto of her at work in the sixth boro six years ago.
Looking eastward, one might imagine a beautiful day under dramatic clouds, with the current pilot boat New York in the spotlight, in
an otherwise unusually empty Upper Bay.
An especially clean street here belies
debris left strewn on the street showing how high the surge rose and
leaving behind vile stuff like dozens (!) of vials of blood . . . with recognizable names on them!
Alice Austen house, about a mile farther south,
was spared, but just.
Neighbors on lower land began the cleanup.
And the Kills and Upper Bay, devoid of traffic, had a few vessels checking navigation channels.
To reiterate, I found the scattered vials with blood along Edgewater Drive very disturbing. I called 311.
From a mariner’s perspective whose truck got flooded while he was working afloat, click hawsepiper here.
For a report on the storm from a high-rise over the East River, click here for Vlad and Johna’s blog.
*** Six months ago another vessel washed up on another beach called Clifton here.
Late last week I alluded to an imminent gallivant. I imagined it’d be like this (truck’s not mine and I didn’t steal it), being transported away from all
thought of the sixth boro as I explored the bountiful interior on the first day of fall.
So down this valley about 300 miles upstate we traveled to see what would be around the next bend, and
Look at the terrain on this foto, left side. Notice anything? I’ll come back to it.
Who would imagine this is New York state?
And then the birds caught my attention:
and hawks of some sort.
Bird play was interrupted by the rumble of a train, and I’d imagined the bridge in the foto above was derelict! It was long.
Here’s the cropped version of the foto above I asked you to look at. Notice the horizontal break in the trees? I didn’t get to that side, but once there was a
And that bridge . . here’s what it took to build its predecessor.
The beauty of the Genesee River convinced me to follow it up toward Lake Ontario. Here’s High Falls in Rochester . . . and another train crossing it, this one with containers ultimately bound for . . . China via the sixth boro, which
these reminders won’t let me escape, and that’s not a bad thing.
And this business has operated here since Prohibition.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’s pictured in the gratuitous foto of the 1959 Chevy Apache pickup.