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on Hell Beach. I don’t feel comfortable telling the location or identity. All are safe, but
It’s not just about the loss of a large steel Colvin pinky schooner. Rather it’s
Here’s more . . . with a fairly extensive set of pics along with a historical context.
OK . . . here’s the vessel.
Three years ago it was my father; now it was my mother: she passed on last week at age 83, and I will miss her. This foto was taken two days ago at Pultneyville, looking north toward Kingston, where her parents are buried.
Near these waters was her home–and mine–for 55 years. And they shaped us.
Ma, you will be missed, and you’d tell us to push on.