Old Ships
By David Morton
1886-1957
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There is a memory stays upon old ships,
A weightless cargo in the musty hold, --
Of bright lagoons and prow-caressing lips,
Of stormy midnights, -- and a tale untold.
They have remembered islands in the dawn,
And windy capes that tried their slender spars,
And tortuous channels where their keels have gone,
And calm blue nights of stillness and the stars.
Ah, never think that ships forget a shore,
Or bitter seas, or winds that made them wise;
There is a dream upon them, evermore; --
And there be some who say that sunk ships rise
To seek familiar harbors in the night,
Blowing in mists, their spectral sails like light.
The 1942 Maj. Gen'l Wallace F. Ranolph - WYPJ was established as an artificial reef off Marathon, FL. on March 3, 1986. Her position is 24 deg 39.663 N and 80 deg 57.784 W. Would sure like some pics from her now. Presently working on USAMPS story for Library of Congress Oral History Project.
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I would suspect that with the recent high prices being paid for scrap that she is gone.
I had her pined in Google Earth and now she isn't there.
Also, I saw recent photos of the graveyard in another post and there was a alot of rusted metal on land the looked like it was being reduced for shipment. In addition, it appeared that there was less of a mess about the place,
and what remained appeared to be the wooden ships.
In some ways, it's a relief not to see her in such a decayed condition anymore.
It's sad that in the U.S. we remove the dignity from anything we perceive as old as opposed to honoring it as they do in Europe.
Or at least give it the dignity of getting it over with instead of letting it rot away bit by bit.
Weather the condition of this ship, as pictured above, or the current financial mess we're in, both have a root cause of lack of respect.
I don't know what happened to this country or how we got where we are, but I do know that until we figure it out and get back to where we once were, as in the Hewitt's active days, this country will never have the glory it once had.
I worked on a tug called the Beaver out of staten island 1967 capt Connie V Esmark
anyone know anything my two old friends mabey the Beaver is there. Capt Esmark would be over a hundred an old German man old school.
All good things come to an end in life. This site is a testament to this simple fact. So go out and live your life without forgetting we to will share the fate these fine old ships.
Those who live in the full knowledge of dying are indeed the ones who truly live.