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Old men and the boat:
Have you ever observed something that caught your imagination? Maybe a dilapidated old barn covered with vines, an old tractor sitting rusting in a field or a boat moored that had not been moved or touched in a long time?
What was their history, who were their owners and why had they been allowed to waste away?
Well I recently found one of those questionable old relics. Across from our dock, on the other side of our cove, was a large old boat house, covered in cobwebs and bird dropping. The siding came down almost to the dock so it was hard to see what treasury was hidden there. As we would motor past the old building you could tell, hidden inside, was a fairly large old wooden boat, maybe thirty feet long, or longer, hanging on straps.
Recently we observed our neighbor across the way starting to pull off the old siding, re-nailing many of the old dock planks, pulling off the old siding and cleaning up the boat house. Now, mostly uncovered, we could see that indeed it was a large old wooden cabin cruiser. I spent a little time on the INTERNET trying to identify the old boat. I couldn't find one like it; however, I feel it is a 1930 – 1940 vintage boat.
Curiosity now really had me, so I drove around to the other side of the cove and knocked on the door. Introducing myself I explained my curiosity. Smiling my neighbor explained that he had just bought the property and really did not know anything about the boat as it had already been sold and he was waiting for the new owners to come and take it away.
To his knowledge and checking with our other neighbors, the boat had been there for years and that several years ago the previous owner, an old man and another old man began a restoration of the old boat. Replacing some of the hull planking, repairing topside rot and varnishing the cabin, they slowly worked away.
Seems they were cranky old men, they were reported to have long, loud and sometimes angry disagreements on how to proceed (I could almost see Jack Lemon and Walter Matthau), that could be heard up and down the cove.
Eventually the restoration stopped, siding was put up and no one saw the old men or any work being done on the boat. Time went on and the spiders returned and did their work covering the boat barn with cobwebs and the birds decorated the roof and decks with colorful splattering of their droppings.
Our new neighbor has promised to find out more about the old men and to ask the new owners of the boat about its history. So…there will have to be a part two to this story.
Until then…here is a picture of the old boat, the afternoon light dancing patterns across its hull, waiting for “the rest of the story.”
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Veni, vidi, laboraro scriptio de hoc. I came, I saw, I tried to write about it.
Last edited by seawings : 05-27-2008 at 08:16 AM.
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