Thank you, Tim (and Peter) for this lovely and loving remembrance of a family, a wooden boat, and a lost time and place. In a cubby under the settee of my Newport 30, there’s an old Rubbermaid box stuffed full of the kind of hardware that Tim found in his father’s junk drawer, a wide variety of screws, bolts, and assorted sailing hardware including more than a few jib hanks. They’re unnecessary on a boat with a furling jib, but the fact that Alpha Wave’s previous owners held onto them hints at the esteem and regard they felt for them. Of my boat’s several previous owners, I only met the one who sold her to me. But I must confess to some brotherhood with them, some almost familial connection, when I’m sanding rails or coming about … or sifting through that tub of heavy, slightly oily hardware. -DWS
Thank you, Tim (and Peter) for this lovely and loving remembrance of a family, a wooden boat, and a lost time and place. In a cubby under the settee of my Newport 30, there’s an old Rubbermaid box stuffed full of the kind of hardware that Tim found in his father’s junk drawer, a wide variety of screws, bolts, and assorted sailing hardware including more than a few jib hanks. They’re unnecessary on a boat with a furling jib, but the fact that Alpha Wave’s previous owners held onto them hints at the esteem and regard they felt for them. Of my boat’s several previous owners, I only met the one who sold her to me. But I must confess to some brotherhood with them, some almost familial connection, when I’m sanding rails or coming about … or sifting through that tub of heavy, slightly oily hardware. -DWS
I loved this. The writing itself is a boat, carrying in its hold the enduring and priceless family ties.
I enjoyed this post. Great photo. I still own a Worthington E-shaped water jug - sadly it hasn't really accumulated in value.