One anchorage is larger
And one anchorage is small
And the yellow buoys of Bay Ridge
Don’t do anything at all
And you just had some kind of tug food
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask the Statue
I think she’ll know
And the AK bridge lady is talking backwards
And VTS said to go ahead
Remember what the HarborMaster said
Clean your head
Clean your head
They decided to create the only War Memorial Post Office in the United States.
A piece of land was purchased in April (for $1500), they went from door to door to raise the funds to erect a building, and after a year, many volunteer hours and $7000 later, a memorial building was built.
There is a metal plaque for veterans of “the World War,” 1917 – 1919.
Another for WWII, 1941 – 1945 (with Merchant Marines listed as well.)
Another reads: “In honor of the citizen of East Marion who served their country in the Korean War, June 27, 1950 – Jan 31, 1955…and in the Viet-Nam War, Aug. 5, 1964 – May 7, 1975…”
In May of 1999, Congress officially recognized and re-dedicated this little post office to war veterans.
I have moved from NYHarbor, and now live in East Marion, the North Fork of Long Island, NY.
I bike to Greenport and Orient for boats and ferries. I can swim in the Sound (water temperature 60°F / 15.5°c now, a bit warmer in the bay.) And I pick up my mail from the East Marion Post Office War Memorial.
On a framed official document from the Senate is this poignant line:
“WHEREAS, When the plaque was placed inside the Post Office, and when the dedication took place 50 years ago, no one could imagine another plaque being placed beside it for the East Marion men and women who would fight in Korea and then in Vietnam; we can only hope that we do not have to create another plaque to place beside them;…”
well, thanks to Pecs for muscling me into drawing mode.
This Sunday! one of the rare chances to see crew inside those tugs come out! in the flesh—and a lot of flesh, at the tattoo contest (which I don’t see on this year’s line up…?)
23rd Great North River Tugboat Race & Competition
Sunday, 6 September 2015
Pier 84:West 44th Street and Hudson River Park, NYC
10:00am Parade of Tugs from Pier 84 (w 44th st./hudson river park) to the
start line @ Pier I at w 70th st. in Riverside Park South
10:30am Race Starts (runs from Pier I to Pier 84)
11am Nose-to-nose pushing contests & Line-toss competition
Noon Amateur line-toss & Spinach-eating contests
1pm Awards Ceremony
2pm Tugs depart
more information at the Working Harbor Committee’s site.
Come on down to the Greenport Harbor Brewing Company‘s American Bierhalle in Peconic, (not the Greenport location) Long Island, NY.
From today 11am until tomorrow, Sunday
Meanwhile, back at their original brewery in Greenport, a beautiful art exhibit is up at the same where I had my show last year.
The artist is Scott Bluedorn, his work is very beautiful. He was commissioned to do the artwork for the labels for the bottled beers which just came out last month, the show is titled “Message On A Bottle.”
Read the story of the artwork for The Black Duck Porter, named after a famous rum-running boat. In fact, all the labels have great stories, as reported here and here by N. Krommydas of NextStop magazine.
It was very fun to do this poster with Ann Vandenburg. We are both Woodstock stock:
Maybe see you there!
APERTURE / AMUNDSEN
Length: 24 ft / 7 m
Power: 220HP Cummins Diesel // Range: 120nm
Cruising Speed: 25 kts // Top Speed: 30+ kts
Homeport: Liberty Landing Marina, Jersey City, NJ
Capacity: 6 passengers + crew
Built for the U.S. Dept of Defense, Naval Surface Warfare Command, and purchased by Bjoern Kils, these RHIB are hardy, fast vessels. I would see Bjoern all the time, all seasons, all weather. He was there for several rescues, and more, so that Tugster and I would call him the NY Media and Rescue Boat, which Bjoern seemed disinclined to use. I have taken friends out on his tour to celebrate a birthday, and was lucky enough to be a guest, and can attest that you will have an amazing time: Bjoern is knowledgeable, a good captain, and a runs a very good service for zipping about the harbor and being on the water.
Their blog is a fascinating view of the going-ons of NYHarbor.
And on the way to tying up on pier 25, they sometimes retrieve the myriad volleyballs/soccer balls clogging the slip, selecting the nicer, less algae’d varieties, ready for barter if you have a cold drink on hand. NY Media Boat does it all.
Book a trip or read more about NY Media Boat here.
Thank you, Kristina, for the inspiration to make these drawings happen!
Read Tugster’s recounting of the epic journey Part I here and Part II here. It was a beautiful ride through the harbor with the majestic Wavertree, with some of our friends onboard and some accompanying her along the way.
And, as I started to draw, it began to rain…
Say it with a war ship greeting card!
Many thanks to the CO of USS CHINOOK (PC-9) for commissioning the drawing of his vessel for his crew.
(Prints were ordered; I just made the greeting card up for this post.)
Very interesting information, beautifully designed with clever charts depicting the results of survey responses from 299 greeting card suppliers, manufacturers and retailers.
If you go to the National Stationery Show and look out the west exits, you’ll see the Fleet go by! who could ask for anything more? Sarah Schwartz is speaking at 2pm: see you there! going with my dear friend, Anja Kroencke, click to see her gorgeous work.
USS CHINOOK (PC-9)
built: 1993, Bollinger Shipyards, Lockport, LA
class and type: Cyclone-class patrol ship
displacement: 331 tons
length: 174 ft / 53 m
beam: 25 ft / 7.6 m
draft: 7.5 ft / 2.3 m
speed: 35 knots (65 km/h; 40 mph)
complement: 4 officers, 24 men, 8 Special Forces
On special weekends when I was young, we would go to New Jersey to one of the remaining polynesian, tiki-hut themed restaurants. Adorned with itchy colorful plastic leis, we watched exotic, sizzling pu-pu platters, drinks with paper umbrellas, accordion lanterns, maraschino cherries and canned pineapple slices go by as we ate under thatched awnings lit by colored glass fishing ball lanterns in nets, beside large carved tiki statues.
That kitsch was the most I knew of the South Sea Islands until I read about the adventures of a plucky scientist in Micronesia. She wrote beautifully about the people and her work there, and Lady with a Spear became one of my most treasured books.
Dr. Eugenie Clark, was an ichthyologist at the American Museum of Natural History in NY, and an expert with Pletognatha, of which the poisonous blowfish is a member.
She was hired by the Pacific Science Board (funded by the Office of Naval Research) to collect and catalog “poisonous reef fishes that had been tormenting American troops wading in the surf.”* Sailors were also getting poisoned by eating the fish, of which some are only poisonous depending on the season. She set out in June 1949 for six months.
Her headquarters in the Palaus Islands was the Pacific War Memorial Station. The handyman there was Siakong. Mischievous, troublemaking, “with the power of three Palaus,” and a spearfisherman extraordinaire, he became her guide and protector, and taught her how to spearfish.
They packed neither food nor water for long day outings at sea, for, with the locals’ knowledge, and with the seas as bountiful as they were then, they would catch their meals from the boat, which would satisfy both hunger and thirst. Do-it-yourself raw bar.
One day, Siakong spied a giant clam deep below, and with his homemade goggles on, dived down towards it. Dr. Clark wrote she saw him swim deeper and deeper until his small figure was dwarfed by the clam which measured about 4′ across.
When he did not surface for awhile, she looked over the side of the boat and to her horror, saw him, arm deep in the mouth of the giant clam, caught and held fast. She frantically signaled to the boatman, who looked over and did not understand. She fretted, signaled, panicked and finally stood up in the boat, about to dive over herself when Siakong popped up, holding a part of the giant clam’s flesh in his hands.
The men laughed as she recovered from her terror, and they rowed away, leaving below, a giant clam with a tooth gap the size of a strong man’s arm diameter.
She eventually amassed for the Navy a collection of the most poisonous ones: triggerfish, scorpionfish, lion fish, stonefish, sea urchins, jellyfish, surgeon fish, sea snakes, cowfish, as well as edible fish–before and after monsoon seasons.
Known mostly for her work with sharks, she had said once: “It is one of the jobs of a marine biologist, to make the environment of the sea more familiar and hence safer, through studying and understanding the animals which live in it.”
Making it safer for us, or the animals?
Please, try to find garden sage (Salvia officinalis in Latin.) It is an herb you find usually in all traditional gardens. Even in wintertime the leaves have her oils. This is the right medical plant with the potential to help you.
Cut the leaves in small pieces. Infuse for 10 minutes. This will help your throat and take away inflammation and pain.
It is working–thank you so much, Dr. Bänninger!
Pack fresh sage in that sea bag! if you don’t need it for medicinal purposes, you can always roast potatoes or meat with it.
Once upon a time, by Pier 16, behind a collection of bollards, cleats and a giant anchor (and underneath the FDR drive,) there were two containers that housed the open studio of a wood carver by the name of Sal Polisi. He was a navy man, served on the USS Ticonderoga (CV-14) , and when he retired, he was one of the anchors of the South Street Seaport Museum. People would wander into his wood shop, and he would talk about the museum, the ships, and the history while he carved. He offered free lessons to anyone interested, and his shelves were full of wood chunks in various stages of becoming whales, fish or mermaids (including one never-finished block hacked at by the author, an abandoned whale-wanna-be.)
One day, a big, strong man walked into Sal’s woodshop. “He didn’t look right, he was looking without seeing, asking without listening…” Sal didn’t have a good feeling. Suddenly the man grabbed a large piece of wood, and walked out. “Hey! come back here!” yelled Sal. The wood piece was solid and very heavy, but the man made off as if it was hollow.
Sal called the police, then followed the man as he walked north of Pier 17, and watched in disbelief as the man threw Sal’s wood into the East River, jumped in, mounted the wood, and began to paddle towards the west anchorage of the Brooklyn Bridge.
This was pre-9/11, there was no harbor police stationed at the spot where the man paddled through. It took a while before the police came. The harbor police eventually appeared in their boat, and they pulled the fellow off the log and hauled him off to —? we do not know where. The shoreside police watched, laughed and got into their cars to leave.
“Hey!” said Sal, “What about my wood? I want that wood back!” The cops shrugged and left.
“I was so mad,” he told me later. “That was a good piece of wood! Black Walnut!”
Sal worked in his wood shop for many years until the current regime was given the public land to develop. They assured him he would not be moved, but moved him they did. His shop was razed, and it did break his heart. Fair winds, Sal. We miss you. USS TICONDEROGA (CV-14)
|Builder:||Newport News Shipbuilding, VA|
|Laid down:||1 February 1943|
|Launched:||7 February 1944|
|Class & type:||Essex-class aircraft carrier|
|Length:||888 feet (271 m) overall|
|Beam:||93 feet (28 m)|
|Draft:||28 feet 7 inches (8.71 m) light|
|Propulsion:||8 × boilers 4 × Westinghouse geared steam turbines 4 × shafts 150,000 shp (110 MW)|
|Speed:||33 knots (61 km/h)|
|Complement:||3448 officers and enlisted|
|Armament:||4 × twin 5 inch (127 mm)/38 caliber guns 4 × single 5 inch (127 mm)/38 caliber guns 8 × quadruple Bofors 40 mm guns 46 × single Oerlikon 20 mm cannons|
|Aircraft carried:||90–100 aircraft|
A mariner’s commute to work:
“It was Christmas Eve, probably 1982 or 1983. I was an able seaman on a 180-foot towing supply boat working with a semi-submersible doing exploratory drilling above Point Conception on the California coast. We were driven to Santa Maria airport before dawn. It was cold and the wind was howling, forming cap-clouds on the coastal mountains.
“Our helicopter crossed the coast at a place named Surf, and I could see whitewater for more than a mile offshore. The helicopter rocked back and forth in the gusty wind as we descended toward the helipad. It was still rocking when I heard them powering down. Then I realized that the rig itself was rolling. The boat looked tiny as it worked its way under the crane in heavy seas. The seas were running 20 to 25 with bigger sets.
“The ride in the personnel basket was–interesting. There was no open deck space on the boat, which had four 40-foot Baker tanks welded to the deck, so the crane operator aimed the basket for the tank top.
“The boat was heaving 20 feet or more, and when the basket got close, the tank would knock into us, sending us sprawling and scrambling to recover our bags.
Meanwhile the off-bound threw their bags aboard and hung on as the crane operator bounced them off the tank rails getting them airborne.
“In Mexico, the slang name for personnel nets is Vuidas (widows). In many places they are being banned, or replaced by modified and safer devices.
“One of my early experiences with personnel baskets was being dropped from a drill ship to the deck of a ragged little utility boat. The captain of the utility boat was going on and on about how much he hated personnel baskets. I guess he had a significant fear of heights, and as we lifted off the deck I could see he was shaking and hanging on with all of his strength.
“The crane operator hung us out over the water, waiting for the boat to back in. We were suspended at the same height as the crane cab, and this captain looked at the operator and started yelling, “you son-of-a-bitch, goddamn you better be careful or I’m gonna kick your ass you bastard…” Seemed like a less than brilliant idea, to insult the man who held our lives in his hand.
“Hearing the stream of insults, the crane operator looked at us, then slowly reached up for the mike for the loud-hailer. He keyed the mike, and quite slowly in a heavy down-da-bayou cajun accent, said, ‘I’m gonna dip you like a tea bag…’
“I nearly fell off the basket laughing. He didn’t dip us, though I think that he would have, had it been the captain alone.”
–Capt D. Porter
The South Street Seaport Historic District was preserved with public funds. The Economic Development Corporation–with powers completely unchecked since the reign of several mayors–have given the Howard Hughes Corporation this community space free reign for development.
Today, Jan. 5, 2015, Community Board 1’s Landmarks Committee will discuss The Howard Hughes Corporation’s proposals for redevelopment of the historic Seaport and will pass a resolution either confirming or denying them.
National Museum of the American Indian, 1 Bowling Green • Time: 6 p.m.
*editor’s note: I have just been to New Orleans; The Howard Hughes Corporation’s Riverwalk is pretty buttfkking depressing.
You want the same sh¡t here? yes? do you?
The most cheery, Christmasy vessel appeared on the horizon this morning:
ho ho ho.
Twas a jolly way to start a grey morning.
Flag: United Kingdom (GB)
Home port: Southampton
Gross Tonnage: 61328
Deadweight: 22250 t
Length × Breadth: 199.99m × 33m
Year Built: 2009
Capacity Cars (RT43): 6,354
Hoistable Decks: 4
Maximum RoRo dimensions:
Height: 5.20 m Width: 7.00 m Ramp Weight Capacity: 237 tons
anyone know the shipyard from whence this vessel came? am guessing somewhere Korea or China…
But then, I will be the one wandering the aisles with these:
culled from PortSide’s new Bluespace news, created to distribute time-sensitive info about the NY-NJ waterfront:
Have problems with waterfront permitting in NYC? Have ideas on how to improve waterfront permitting in NYC?
|Important chance to speak up this week
City Council Waterfronts Committee hearing
Wed 11/12/14 at 1:00PM
250 Broadway, 16th Floor Hearing Room
Re: One Stop Permitting for Waterfront ProjectsContact
Kris Sartori, Legislative Counsel
Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Dear Maritime industry colleagues…We encourage the maritime industry in particular to speak up. The maritime sector is often “a silent industry” and does itself a disservice, in the words of Venetia Lannon, Regional Director, Region 2 of the NYS Department of Environmental Conservation (DEC), and formerly the head of the Maritime Department of NYC’s Economic Development Corporation (EDC).
If you cannot attend, send an email to Kris Sartori. If you would like to participate more confidentially, you can send questions and comments to PortSide, and we will amalgamate info and send it along without your name attached.
Background on the hearing
“The hearing will examine the waterfront permitting process. Permitting for waterfront projects can be a complex, time-consuming and unpredictable process, with approval required for many projects from various agencies such as DEP, DOB, DEC, the State Departments of State and General Services and even the Army Corps of Engineers. Many in the advocacy community have called for a streamlining of the process and the creation of a “one stop” source where access and information about the permits would be available. The hearing would examine the City’s progress in addressing the issue as well as what the possibilities are for making the permitting process for waterfront projects more efficient and transparent.”
We spoke to Kris Sartori who says the following:
Happy Veteran’s Day! In honor of our seafaring veterans, I’ve got a real treat. I stumbled acrossBowsprite’s booth at last year’s National Stationery Show and was immediately enchanted with the sea-kissed line.
Artist Christina Sun carefully and lovingly illustrates ships and seaworthy elements. “I’ve worked on little harbor work boats to busy passenger vessels to huge party cruisers, and it is the camaraderie of crew and the marine community that I love,” she explained. “Sea stories are the best — whether they are true or not.”
First up is this engaging and artful array of nautical tattoos, available as a tea towel printed on Irish linen. Each tattoo has its own meaning — “Hold Fast” across the hands was meant to give a sailor good grip in the rigging, while an anchor tattoo signifies that a sailor had crossed the Atlantic, or is a Merchant Marine. $20.
Christina also renders the ships found in New York Harbor, and these are available as tea towels as well, $20. “I love to draw outdoors, by the ship, (rather) than from photographs. Mariners tend to be quite proud of their vessels while they are working on one. Ships are beautiful, from noble traditional sailing vessels to little workboats or ferries.”
Miss January is the hydrographic survey vessel Michele Jeanne — also Christina’s first deckhand job! July meanwhile is the Staten Island Ferry John F. Kennedy, 1965.
There are lots of maritime treats to be found in Christina’s Etsy shop, so check it out! It is so easy to get lost in her lovingly rendered visions of the sea-salty life.
———————————Thank you, Sarah! Thank you, The Paper Chronicles!———————————
Are you a Vet? do you know someone who is? write me for a Veteran’s special on items in my shop. If you have served at sea, drop me a line: what vessel? where were you? what would you like to tell about your time in service?
My favorite place in NYHarbor is Sandy Hook and the Atlantic Highlands, especially at this time of year, when the prickly pears sprout their big purple olive-like buds, the sumac turns firey red, pokeweed branches droop with heavy, ink-filled berries, and maybe monarchs pass through. Part of the Gateway National Recreation Area, the National Park Service tends and preserves wonderfully the pockets of wilderness.
This healing place of beauty is also where the presence of defense is felt. Monuments of the American Revolution, relics of the Civil War, crumbling forts, battery ranges and our USCG base stationed there tell of its military importance. But the most fascinating is site NY-56: where missiles were nearly launched 52 years ago this time.
Length: 27 ft
Weight: 5000 lbs
Range: 75 miles
Altitude: above 150,000 ft
Housed in underground silos, the missiles would be ready to launch off racks to intercept long-range bombers. Barracks still stand where men were housed, men who would maintain and train here. During the tour, one man in the back, who was very quiet and moved slowly suddenly burst out with emotion, “We were never allowed here when I was here, never!” He said no more, but among us that day was one who had served, one who lived through it all. This base was closed in 1974.
In this WWII paratrooper tribute blog are the writings and comments of a recent generation that grew up with incredible fear of being incinerated at school or in their sleep; one commentator found a great handout courtesy of the Canadian government here: a “How to Pack to Survive a Nuclear Attack” brochure. Thank you, GCOX.
This Saturday & Sunday (Sept 20-21), I will be peddling my wares at the Greenport Maritime Festival on the North Fork of Long Island.
Ships stationery, prints, paper signal flags, signal flag playing cards, Irish linen tea towels, ship buttons etc. will make their usual appearances.
Tshirts: grey with pink and orange type OR forest green with sky blue and bright green type. They will be available on my etsy shop next week. All printed in NY (except the playing cards.)
Workboat Wear is the very cool site of a captain working on a boat in the Gulf of Mexico,
with contributions, … hijacked by… with contributions by the endless, inexhaustible talent of Fist o’ Fury Monkeyfist of Adventures of the Blackgang. A few bowsprite doodles have appeared on some of the Capt’s designs.
Meow Man, is indescribable. Unique. Meow Man is.
“Candy tastes better on the boat, little girl…”
You wouldn’t fall for that, so why would you fall for…this? You do not know the vessel’s condition nor safety equipment status; you do not know the operator nor his ability to handle emergencies: Do not get on boat.
Thank you to the author, Suzanne Strazza, and Four Corners Press;
happy this had an OK ending…
the article he wrote in 1995 is here;
“Last January in the Sea of Cortes more than 200 porpoises, eight whales and over 70 sea lions suddenly died … [The captain] started talking about … how the sea was suddenly flooded with plastic packages. But he said no one could pick up the packages because if they did, the Mexican federal police would seize the kilos.”
Charles Bowden, 1945 – 2014
Former east river site of the 23rd Street Ferry with ferries once running from Manhattan to Williamsburg and Greenpoint, Brooklyn, as far back as 1857, this lovely concrete structure today is a parking facility. Party boats and dining cruisers dock here.
Color to come. Just wanted to post to say: Tomorrow, Sunday! the Working Harbor Committee‘s 22st Annual Great North River Tugboat Race & Competition takes place
Sunday 31 August
West 44th Street & Hudson River
10:00 AM – Parade of tugs from Pier 84 to the start line.
10:30 AM – Race starts – From South of 79th Street Boat Basin (near Pier I) to Pier 84.
11 AM – Nose to nose pushing contests and line toss competition.
Noon – Tugs tie up to Pier 84 for lunch and awards ceremony.
Exhibits, amateur line toss, spinach eating contest
1 PM – Awards ceremony. Tugs depart at about 2 PM.
I don’t see the tattoo contest on the agenda, but I’m sure wardrobe will come off and ink will be revealed. And the night shift crew will try to sleep through it all.
J. Cowhey & Sons hardware was a chandlery in Red Hook. Three containers of their old marine and rigging equipment will be on sale today, Sunday, at Atlantic Basin in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
The metal tools and equipment were in time capsules freshly opened. Foundries from towns I have never heard of made beautiful pieces. Some of the factories are gone, and some of the jobs these tools were used for are no more.
Steel Products Corporation, South Windham, ME:
The Caldwell Company, Rockford, IL: the Adjust-A-Leg Equalizing Sling
Boston & Lockport Block Company, Boston, NY (I didn’t know there was a Boston, NY; did you?)
New England Butt Company, Providence, RI: a line counter that still works, clicking away as it measured 50 feet of beautiful old manila rope that a shopper, Ben P and I fed through it.
“What’s that called?”
“A Headache Ball.” ouch. It reads: “Swiveler, SWL 3 TONS, WGT 35 LBS, Model SAS5”
Huge shackle, anyone?
130 ton–it can hold, or it weighs?
Huge oar not included:
A Skookum block:
I liked these: female and male container lifting gear lying over each other on a pallet.
These are made in Japan. From Marc: “Twist locks, used to stack and lock marine containers on top of one another.”
Rope through every link of a chain? “Elevator chain. Keeps the chain well-oiled,” said another shopper, Steve R, peering into the three barrels of the stuff.
Girlfriend With the Tanker says “The rope keeps it quiet! So it doesn’t klank as the elevator and chain go up and down.”
Voluptuous hooks, like Henry Moore sculptures, but sexier.
Beautiful, wonderful things. A gun rack from around the 1920’s. A perfect cast iron stove from Florim Foundry, Florim, PA. A Jacob’s Ladder. Hooks galore. Old wooden blocks. Go, admire, puzzle, wonder.
More information here.
PortSide NewYork Heavy Metal Sale:
Happy summer, Everyone
This song has been going through my head nonstop. This was recorded on the Monkees program–remember them?
I also love this version (and I love Robert Plant, Led Zepplin):
I have moved (again). Posessions possess you. I am on a mission to simplify and reduce. I found my ink and reed pens, and will doodle soon…