spartonboat1
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- Hatteras Model
- 43' DOUBLE CABIN (1970 - 1984)
Well, I am very sorry to report that one of the kindest, dearest men on this earth went to meet his maker on Feb 11, this year, 2011, at the age of 93, and would have been 94 in March on St. Patty's Day.
That would be my Dad, who I cannot document ever spoke ill of anyone ever, as well as never raised his voice to anyone, either inside or outside of the family (including me!). Why or how he was able to be able to be that soft-spoken, he would not share with me, but he was of the WWII and depression era generation; his brother, also recently deceased, was that way as well, my cousins tell me. To DlCameron2, he was your MBA classmate Scott's Grandfather; Scott was the eldest Grandchild.
Well, from the minute he laid eyes eyes on our '72 43' DCFB Hatt, he literally cried. That was in 1997, when he was 79 I believe. He was always on board for the maiden Spring Voyage, which was Memorial Day Weekend and for the final Fall Voyage, after Labor Day Weekend. I can remember when we were headed out of Detour, MI, where we had picked up my brother-in-law as party on board. Dad liked to run up the DD's. He was at the helm and he asked "...can we go fast now?"- i.e. wind up the DD's, since fast is a relative concept in an old Hatt. He always liked on come anytime he could and would "hover", waiting to take the helm. From there, no matter how tired, he always stood the watch at the wheel, as long as I would let him.
He was also on board for our/my ill-fated voyage into 17' seas and 55mph winds in Oct, 2009. Somebody would ask him about that day and he would get a wry smile, because I think he enjoyed that crazy day and ride, in some way, since my brother was also on board, which was rare. In 1929, he helped his father sail a hand-built sailboat from Northport, MI around to Cheboygan and that was through the same area of water where we encountered the big seas. That is a long and big stretch of water for a 20' wood sailboat!
After he returned from Hawaii, after WWII, where he an officer shipping materiel to the war-fighters in the Pacific Isles, he was the founder with my Uncle and 4 others of Co. C of the Nat. Guard. Since he was the only commissioned officer in that area of N. MI, he was also the original Commander. He was the Memorial Day Parade Marshall in Cheboygan, MI for 50+ years, in which he took great pride.
My mother and he would have been married 70 years, next year, in 2012. While he was under drugs in his final days, he would repeat over and over "Mother is Wonderful, Mother is Wonderful" and two of them cared for each other deeply.
So I say, three longs and two shorts, on the horns. I also raise my hand in a final salute to him, on his passing. Never more will he be on board, but he will always be sailing with us in spirit! As he would say in he last days, "May the Lord bless you and keep you and make his face shine on you and my he take a liking to you!".
That would be my Dad, who I cannot document ever spoke ill of anyone ever, as well as never raised his voice to anyone, either inside or outside of the family (including me!). Why or how he was able to be able to be that soft-spoken, he would not share with me, but he was of the WWII and depression era generation; his brother, also recently deceased, was that way as well, my cousins tell me. To DlCameron2, he was your MBA classmate Scott's Grandfather; Scott was the eldest Grandchild.
Well, from the minute he laid eyes eyes on our '72 43' DCFB Hatt, he literally cried. That was in 1997, when he was 79 I believe. He was always on board for the maiden Spring Voyage, which was Memorial Day Weekend and for the final Fall Voyage, after Labor Day Weekend. I can remember when we were headed out of Detour, MI, where we had picked up my brother-in-law as party on board. Dad liked to run up the DD's. He was at the helm and he asked "...can we go fast now?"- i.e. wind up the DD's, since fast is a relative concept in an old Hatt. He always liked on come anytime he could and would "hover", waiting to take the helm. From there, no matter how tired, he always stood the watch at the wheel, as long as I would let him.
He was also on board for our/my ill-fated voyage into 17' seas and 55mph winds in Oct, 2009. Somebody would ask him about that day and he would get a wry smile, because I think he enjoyed that crazy day and ride, in some way, since my brother was also on board, which was rare. In 1929, he helped his father sail a hand-built sailboat from Northport, MI around to Cheboygan and that was through the same area of water where we encountered the big seas. That is a long and big stretch of water for a 20' wood sailboat!
After he returned from Hawaii, after WWII, where he an officer shipping materiel to the war-fighters in the Pacific Isles, he was the founder with my Uncle and 4 others of Co. C of the Nat. Guard. Since he was the only commissioned officer in that area of N. MI, he was also the original Commander. He was the Memorial Day Parade Marshall in Cheboygan, MI for 50+ years, in which he took great pride.
My mother and he would have been married 70 years, next year, in 2012. While he was under drugs in his final days, he would repeat over and over "Mother is Wonderful, Mother is Wonderful" and two of them cared for each other deeply.
So I say, three longs and two shorts, on the horns. I also raise my hand in a final salute to him, on his passing. Never more will he be on board, but he will always be sailing with us in spirit! As he would say in he last days, "May the Lord bless you and keep you and make his face shine on you and my he take a liking to you!".
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