35 years
Wednesday, November 10th, 2010I can’t believe that’s how long it has been since the lake freighter Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior. It was a storm of epic proportions and the then teenaged Engineer listened to his multi-band radio long into the night. The crew of the freighter Arthur Anderson was calling the crew of the Fitz. No answer. I’m not going to spend much time talking about this tragedy or quote Gordon Lightfoot song lyrics (although I do like the song). Y’all can google it easily enough if you want to.
We get some good storms up on Gitchee Gumee and that’s yer favo-rite blahgger swimming there in the photoooo. I was probably about six and that storm is nowhere near the size of the one that sunk the Fitzgerald but it looks like a pretty good one. You may be wondering (if you aren’t one of my cuzzints) why the heck anyone would be crazy enough to let their little kids swim in those waves. Our beach is pretty safe. There is a sand bar system and, until after the second sandbar, the water doesn’t get above about, oh, three or four feet at the most. It is a safe place for children to swim and the second sandbar provides an easily identifiable natural boundary. And there is no undertow. Grandroobly used to say that the island in the middle of our bay (not shown in the photo) blocked the formation of an undertow and that explanation makes sense to me.
Also, we didn’t have a lot of rules on that beach growing up but there were a few non-negotiable ones, including DON’T GO SWIMMING WITHOUT AN ADULT WATCHING YOU!!! We did not break that rule. We never felt the need to try. I don’t remember one single time that we couldn’t get somebody’s moom to watch us swim. And we swam *every* day, *all* summer. I can remember The Commander sitting on the beach in a winter jacket watching us swim. When I was a teenager and young adult, before we had comprehensive indoor plumbing in the moomincabin, I used to bathe and wash my hair in the lake every day and even then, if it was stormy enough, I would ask The Commander to come down and keep watch. I can swim but I have a great respect for the power of water.
This photo is from the Sherman Archives and I don’t remember that particular storm but there were plenty of storms like that and we loved swimming on those days. And we still do! Jumping around in the surf, diving into incoming waves, body-surfing toward the shore, feeling the waves break over our heads.
Anyway, it’s been 35 years since the Edmund Fitz sank. I love the simple statement my niece Valdemort (the Engineer’s daughter) posted on FB today: “35 years – Rest in peace, men.” Yes. You too, Engineer. (Even though I suspect you are out raising hell somewhere in some parallel universe!)