Monday, November 10, 2025

November tenth, remembering the Edmund Fitzgerald


The haunting song The Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot, is born of sorrow and tragedy. 

The Edmund Fitzgerald
June 1957 to November 1975 

                                                  listen and lyrics

The large cargo vessels that roamed the five Great Lakes were known as lakers, and the S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald was, at the time, the biggest ever built. Weighing more than 13,000 tons without cargo, it was christened on June 8, 1958, and made its first voyage on September 24 the same year. 
                                                           The HOMES

According to Michael Schumacher’s The Mighty Fitz, with the commissioning of the Fitzgerald, Northwestern Mutual became the first American insurance company to build its own ship—at a cost of $8.4 million.



It was named after the head of the company, and the ship's main job was hauling iron ore. 
Its impressive size made the ship popular with boat-watchers, and
over the years it garnered many nicknames, including “The Queen of the Great Lakes,” and “The Toledo Express,”
 Crowds would watch as the massive freighter moved through the
locks at Sault Ste. Marie in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The “Soo” Locks, which connect Lake Superior to Lake Huron, allowed the Fitz to reach ports on the lower Great Lakes.

November is a brutal month on the Great Lakes with frequent storms and hurricane-force winds. On November 9, the Fitz was loaded up at the Burlington Northern Railroad Dock in Superior, Wisconsin with 26,116 tons of iron ore pellets  It left at 2:30 p.m. A second ship, the Arthur M. Anderson, sailed 10-15 miles behind the Fitzgerald as a precaution, and the two ships remained in radio contact until just after 7 p.m. on November 10.

  As swells reached 35 feet and winds raged at nearly 100 mph, the ship contacted Coast Guard officials in Sault Ste. Marie and said they were taking on water. Later, a blizzard obscured the Fitz on the Anderson’s radar.

   At 7:10 p.m., Captain Ernest McSorley assured a crew member of the Anderson “We are holding our own.” It was the last anyone heard from the Fitzgerald or Captain McSorley, who was on his final voyage before retirement, 

The ship was approximately 15 miles north of Whitefish Point
when it seemingly vanished with nothing on radar, and no radio contact. Captain Cooper, on the Anderson, was in contact with the Coast Guard and made it to Whitefish Point sometime after 8 p.m.. Captain Cooper bravely turned the Anderson back into the storm to search for the ship, but found only a pair of lifeboats and debris.

     The Captain and all 28 crew members died. Most crew members were from Wisconsin, Michigan, Ohio, and Minnesota. There is still no definitive explanation for the ship sinking. With help from the Canadian Navy, the National Geographic Society, Sony, and the Sault Ste. Marie Tribe of Chippewa Indians—The ship's bell was retrieved.
    Their is an annual Edmund Fitzgerald memorial ceremony at the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum at Whitefish Point. The recovered and restored bell tolls 29 times for each member of the Fitzgerald's crew, and a 30th for the estimated 30,000 mariners lost on the Great
 Lakes.                    
 Go here for interview with the brave Captain who tried to help.    Through the eyes of Captain Cooper  

 Go here for more info
      Thanks to mentalfloss.com for several bits of info.


Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Trapper's Moon winner of Maple Leaf Award.

                                   


   This month see the biggest, brightest full moon of the year. It's also the perfect time to read "Trapper's Moon" Winner of the Maple Leaf award, 4 stars from NetGalley, and Reader's Favorite award. 

 Blurb: As a free trapper, mountain man Kade McCauley is wary of the Hudson Bay Company. Their form of vengeance against those who are not part of the company can be deadly. When he and his partner are attacked, he fights back, only to discover one of his shots struck an innocent. A woman who touches his soul, and he will do anything to keep her safe. 

    While searching for her Native American tribe, Blind Deer crosses paths with Kade—with near fatal results. Once she is patched up, she decides it is safer to travel with him than alone Their uneasy alliance turns to genuine caring, but Blind Deer's past gets in the way, and she must choose between her new love or her old obligations. 
   But nothing in life is carved in stone except the mountains, and those formidable peaks have been known to change the course of a man's life or a woman's.

 Excerpt 1

    The cabin door flew open. Blind Deer jumped and leaped aside. Favoring his right foot, Kade lumbered forward and flung himself toward the nearest chair.
     “Dang mule.” He bent forward to unlace his moccasin. “Stepped on my foot—not once but twice.”
     “Let me help.” She crouched down at his side. “Does the animal seek to harm you on purpose?” She slid the leather from his foot.
     “No, it was my fault for getting between the two of them hitched to a rail.”
     “Then I suppose shooting and eating this animal is out of the question.”  She peered up at him through her lashes. 
      He chuckled and relaxed back in the chair. “Sorry for bursting in on you in such a lather.” 
     Rolling a stump closer she up-ended it, placed a folded blanket on top, and rested his foot upon the trade wool. “I just brought in fresh water from the stream, the cold will help your pain and discourage the swelling.” 
      Soaking a cloth in the icy water she applied it to the top of his foot. Holding the cloth in place, she noticed a scar near the bruised flesh. Red and twisted, the old wound curved upward disappearing beneath the leg of Kade’s buckskin pants. The healed scar still appeared angry, as if refusing to be forgotten. “Did the mule do this too?” She gently ran a finger across the puckered flesh.
     “No. A Blackfoot brave accommodated me there. After he killed my parents.”
     Blind Deer drew back her hand as if it touched fire. “You must hate Indians.” She leaned away from him.
     “Some.” 
     “The Blackfoot people.”
     “Just that one.”
     “But not all?”
    “Why should I? They haven’t all tried to kill me.”

Excerpt 2
     Sitting by the door of the cabin, Kade tipped his chair back against the wall, then he reached down to scratch the big dog lying at his side. “Where do you hale from, Blind Deer?”
      Coming at her out of the blue, the question took her by surprise. She considered her answer. The Bitterroot Valley had been her home, but she had yet to make it back there in her current travels. Besides, why should he care? 
   “Where I am from depends upon whom you ask.” At her evasive answer, Kade raised a brow in exasperation. Regretting her sharp words she continued. “Having a white mother, and an Indian father, the Salish say I am from the circle that overlaps. They think I am honored to walk in two worlds. The Missionaries say I belong nowhere, and I corrupt both worlds.”
     “And what do you say?”
     She hesitated before answering. Here was a question no one had bothered to ask her before. “I am just me. And for now I am where I belong.”
     “Or maybe you’re a world unto yourself.” Kade tipped his chair forward, and the front legs thumped back down onto the floor.
     Did he laugh at her? His expression was serious, and kindness lived in his eyes. 
     Kade McCauley seemed very different from most of the dogface white men she’d met. 
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Thursday, October 30, 2025

"Let's each write a ghost story."

                          

 This casually tossed out challenge lead to the creation of the most iconic, enduring, groundbreaking horror story of all times,                                               Frankenstein. 
   In the summer of 1816, Mary Wollstonecraft, Percy Shelly, and Mary's half-sister Claire, took a trip to Geneva to visit Claire's lover, Lord Byron. 
   The weather was beastly, the world was locked in a long, cold volcanic winter caused by the eruption of Mount Tambora in 1815.  
    There at Byron's Villa Diodati by Lake Geneva, in Switzerland's Alps, the friends sat around discussing Enlightenment and Counter-Enlightenment, atheisms, the political times, and the unrest in France. Even the scientific theories of galvanism and reanimation. 
    One evening (this had to be the original dark and stormy night) Byron and the visitors were again forced to stay indoors. To help pass the time, they read stories from Fantasmagoriana a French anthology of German ghost stories
     Byron suggested that he, Mary, Percy, and Byron's physician, John Polidori (credited by some as the creator of the vampire genre of fantasy fiction) 
each write a ghost story. Mary's attempt, eventually became the famous Frankenstein. 
   Mary was very well educated. Her father was a fairly well known philosopher and author. Her mother was Mary Wollstonecraft, a feminist and women's rights advocate, and author of A Vindication of the Rights of Woman
   Although her mother died shortly after young Mary's birth, while growing up, Mary was surrounded by her father's friends as they enjoyed many political, scientific, and philosophical discussions.  

 The subtitle of Frankenstein was The Modern Prometheus, and volumes of information have been penned regarding the influences and underlying theme surrounding the basic story. Even parallels between Victor Frankenstein and Mary's husband, Percy Shelley have been explored. 
    Published on 1 January 1818 by a small London publishing house, the book was issued anonymously, with a preface written for Mary by Percy Bysshe Shelley and with a dedication to philosopher William Godwin, her father. 
                              
   The second English edition was published in August 1823 in two volumes. October 31,1831 saw the first "popular" edition in one volume. This one was heavily revised by Mary Shelley, partially to make the story less radical. It included a lengthy new preface by the author, presenting a somewhat embellished version of the genesis of the story.
  But Mary's life seemed destined to be filled with loss and sadness. As noted, she lost her mother in infancy, she married Percy only three weeks after his first wife died of suicide, she lost two children early in life, and then Fanny, another half-sister, also died by suicide. But was anything as devastating as her final loss, that of her beloved Percy? 
                                  
Photo by Paolo Razzauti
    There are rumors, his drowning in the bay of Lerici, Italy was due to piracy? Percy Shelley’s boat, the Don Juan, was one of the largest ship in the region. In town, he was known as an Englishman of wealth. There truly were pirates about, and they could be violent in their attempts at stealing. 

                   Statue by Henry Weekes, 1854 Christchurch Priory, England

   After several weeks, Percy's body washed ashore, identified by his friend Edward Trelawny from the clothing and a copy of Keats's Lamia in a jacket pocket. The body was cremated nearby. When the ashes cooled, Trelawny retrieved a piece of what remained and swore it was Percy's heart which he gave to Mary.  
   
   It is doubtful it was really Percy's heart, but the important thing is that Mary thought it was. She kept it with her throughout her life. After she died of brain cancer at age fifty-three, her only living child found the relic in her desk.
   Trelawny also collected ashes and supposed fragments of Shelley’s skull, now residing at the British Library. 
  How tragic and sad Percy and Mary's great love ended so abruptly when they were young and vibrant. Yet Percy accomplished much in his twenty-nine years, and Mary promoted his work, and remembered him always. 
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Thursday, September 25, 2025

Is there a castle, right here in Colorado?

                      
The "castle" is located southwest of Pueblo, Colorado in Rye on State Highway 165 in the Wet Mountains. 
      Named after its creator, the late Jim Bishop, construction on what was originally intended to be a simple family cottage, started in 1969.
   Over the forty years it took Bishop to build this amazing structure, he not only battle the elements, and hard working conditions, he was also engaged in a running battle with Washington bureaucrats over the rocks that he used, which
came from the National Forest surrounding his property. 
    Bishop felt that they were his for the taking, the government wanted to charge him per truckload. That dispute was settled. In 1996, he was challenged by the local and state government over unsanctioned road signs that pointed to the site. They settled the dispute by issuing official road signs.

     Jim was a man with a big heart, big ideas, and big opinions.
 RoadsideAmerica.com devoted a chapter to the castle and rated it "major fun" and describing it as, "one man's massive-obsessive labor of medieval fantasy construction". But it also issued a "parent's alert," warning potential visitors that Jim Bishop was "a tough-talking man with strong, extreme beliefs, and sometimes he expresses them bluntly and loudly. If you and your children want to avoid potentially offensive rants (involving politics), you may want to steer clear."

   Jim Bishop passed away on November 21, 2024, in Pueblo, Colorado, at the age of 80. His son Dan took over as the castle's caretaker.
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Saturday, August 23, 2025

Singing the praises of the wheelbarrow

   Over the last twenty years, I've spent a good amount of time pushing a wheelbarrow. They should make one with an odometer! 

   Until it breaks down, this simple farm implement is hugely taken for granted. When it does go south, you are up a creek with more than no paddle.

The term "wheelbarrow" is made of two words: "wheel" and "barrow." "Barrow" being a derivation of the Old English "barew". It originally denoted a simple frame with handles and no wheel used for carrying loads, often requiring two people to operate. 

 In ancient China, the wheel was typically in the center of the barrow. There is little evidence that the Greeks used this idea, and the Romans preferred four wheeled carts.  

The first wheelbarrows in medieval Europe appeared sometime between 1170 and 1250. the first archival reference was in medieval Europe 1222, specifying the purchase of several wheelbarrows for the English king's works at Dover.

 When we were children, wheelbarrow was a game of competition. 


       That still holds true today, especially if libations are allowed. 
In Hungary, they have The Wheelbarrow Olympics. It's an international sporting event! 

Participants compete individually and in teams, in several categories: solo, double, triple, sandwich, and in speed and skill exercises.

    Take a minute and watch the Red Barrows of Devon, England. They have ramps, a ring of fire, and precision barrow-flying moves.  

Meet the flying Red Barrows

The Red Barrows competition


England also has the Overton's Fancy Dress Wheelbarrow Race. Looks like they pick a different theme every year. 


 I'm was thinking of decorating my wheelbarrow, although the goats would most likely make short work of anything I put on it, including paint.    

They have two-wheeled models now. They don't fall over as easily when attacked by naughty goats, but they are far less maneuverable in stalls.  

    Here's a snazzy one, so pretty, but no way could I bring myself to filling it with donkey doo!


    Who knew the unassuming ancient wheelbarrow would make it to modern times as an essential helper on the farm, as well as become a source of competition and merriment. 



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Friday, August 15, 2025

Fatal Recall, win a gift card at N.N. LIght event.

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 Fatal Recall,
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 judged Best Romantic Thriller of the year 
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Blurb: 
   Hudson Kincaid prefers the wide-open spaces. But tracking down a serial killer means hanging out in Denver as he investigates neuroscientist Dr. Marilyn Monrose. So far, he can’t figure out if she’s city kitty in high heels, or a country kitten in cowgirl boots? 
    Marilyn’s experiments using ramped up virtual reality, captures the final moments of each murder victim’s life, a chilling discovery she’s trying to keep secret. The last thing she needs is a determined private detective barging into her lab—no matter how sexy he looks in his Stetson hat.
   When word of her research is leaked to the press, Marilyn becomes the killer’s next target.   
   Now the woman Hudson races to save, is the one who has stolen his heart.