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Gracie, 2000-2012

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It’s well-known that as the Titanic was sinking, the popular hymn “Nearer my God to Thee” was being sung and played by those still aboard. 

I’ll post below from the movie “Titanic” the scene  that illustrates this.  No voices, only a string quartet, but it’s nicely done.

If you like stringed music, and want to see live footage of the Titanic 100 years ago, click here for last year’s post.  It’s Pachelbel’s Canon in D.

Here are the lyrics by Sarah F. Adams:

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song would be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear steps unto heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv’n;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

The with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!


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The day after…

The New York Times, December 8, 1941:

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“The day…”

The president’s address, 70 years ago today:

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Anticipating winter

I suppose every blog needs a “here is a picture of my cat” page.  This is Little Sal, thinking I stacked the cellar woodpile just for her. 

Now that it’s December and cooled down (?!) into the 40s Fahrenheit, I finally got around to putting on the storm door.  Usually it goes up about Halloween, and even then it’s past due because October gets pretty chilly around here.  This year I skipped right over Thanksgiving and into a bona fide winter month.

Some years, we tear the page off the calendar and December brings arctic air flash-freezing a bit of sense into us, but it’s hard to take winter seriously when I’m still out on the water with sleeves rolled up, and bringing in traps without spray freezing on the windshield.  The pattern of high pressure over the mid-atlantic states has been sending air up from the Gulf of Mexico instead of down from Siberia. 

But, the calendar says it’s December, so up goes the storm door.  Finally. 

Sorry no photo of the door.  Little Sal is more interesting.      


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We’re having a major pre-Thanksgiving snowstorm here in Maine.  Rain here on the outer islands, but heavy snow on the mainland and people can’t get here from there. 

Daughter #2 called from Portland this morning, halfway here from Massachusetts.  She and her entourage-filled Honda got off the road and rented a hotel room until the highways clear. 

Daughter #1 is still in Farmington under 10 inches of newfallen  and may rendez-vous with #2 and friends tomorrow, Thanksgiving, to make the morning ferry.

Daughter #3 is cooking up a meal with her running team-mates, safely in the other Portland (the one in Oregon) and no snow there.  

Wife was in Bar Harbor this morning for a pie-selling fundraiser and got stuck on the mainland when the last ferry canceled, so I went over and picked her up in the Hope (a little hubbly between Sutton’s Island and Bear Island, but not bad at the time).

The telephone wouldn’t stop ringing through all of this but I got the lobster stew made anyway.  It’s out on the porch keeping cool, company with the turkey until tomorrow.  

Everybody is safe, that’s the point.  Between good snow tires and kids with good common sense, we’ll all be together, tomorrow if not tonight.  The turkey can wait. 

May God keep your family safe and warm during the holiday season.

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Last year it was Hurricane Earl.

projected track of Hurricane Irene as of 2011-8-27

This year it’s Irene (so far) but it’s still a gorgeous day on the coast of Maine, the calm before the storm.  Light fog this morning from the tropical moisture starting to show up, but sunny overhead and no wind yet. 

Tomorrow not so gorgeous.  Irene is expected to pass inland and pound us with southerly winds and rain.  I and other fishermen have been bringing in lobster traps from exposed areas; boatyards are busy;  trailers and cradles have come up the ramp dripping with boats.  A lot of summer people have left the island a day or two early to get back to school or work, and all of this has forced an end to the summer.

On a more positive note:   

Prayers and blessings go out to Sarah and Che, getting married this afternoon.  They timed it just right, as it should still be dry and sunny in eastern Maine.  Jeri is headed that way now to play flute at the wedding, and she may get stuck on the mainland an extra night if I decide it’s best not to pick her up in the Hope tomorrow morning.  But the storm is expected more for tomorrow night and Monday.

We’re never “stuck” on the island during a storm; it’s the mainland where we sometimes get stuck.  It’s all a matter of right perspective.

Satellite photo of Irene 2011-8-27

For some pre-hurricane entertainment, here is Eric Clapton in 1982 singing  “Good Night Irene”, the tune made popular by The Weavers.  

Apologies for flashbacks to the ’80s and for the Lawrence Welk nature of it.  But it’s still Clapton.  Bizarre things happen during hurricanes.


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