So nice to get an extra day this month to try to catch up on things. Doug has been going to physical therapy. It takes quite a bit of time but he likes his attractive, young, blonde therapist. His air cast is better than his first three casts although he is not allowed to put more than 50% of his weight on his left leg so he can't walk yet. The canes we picked up in Costa Rica several years ago are getting some use. By the time our sailing season starts in June, Doug should be fine and fit, and taking charge of the quarterdeck.
|Capt. Doug and Keith stacking firewood|
Linda also likes the therapist. Kelly says she can take care of the meniscus problem with stretching and stregthening exercises. It's a good thing since one of us has to be able to walk and drive, and take care of that fireplace we like to sit in front of.
Capt. Linda doing her exercises
Shary is celebrating 14 years here at the North End Shipyard. This will be her 15th season of greeting you on the phone and at the dock. Thank you!!!
Shary and Guinness, wishing it was summer like this.
Both Doug & Linda spent three winters working on the full page "captions" for a book featuring the coasting schooner photographs by Robert H. I. Goddard. We used to visit overnight with Bob and his wife Hope at their Providence RI home on our way to the Mystic Seaport Symposiums. At the Maine Maritime Museum Symposium, we often gave Bob rides to dinner and to the presentations. Fly Rails and Flying Jibs by Thomas P. I. Goddard and Caroline Hazard Goddard with interpretive captions by Douglas K. and Linda J. Lee will be available in the ships store or you can call to have one sent. $42. plus shipping & handling.
The heart of our galley is that dependable cast iron wood burning cook stove that we all take for granted. That fine friend that warms us on a cool summer morning or evening, and always has a pot of hot coffee or tea water ready to go, to say nothing of making those many tasty galley delights possible. It seems to be in operation most all the time. And no one can deny that wonderful aroma of a wood burning stove.... It's all about tradition aboard a schooner.
On the Heritage that stove has been, since launching back in 1983, affectionately known as "Burma", a large Shipmate No. 450, which has the largest oven available in a wood cook stove. Time has taken its toll on poor old "Burma" and for several years it has become increasingly obvious that she is on her last legs. No more "patching it up" for another season. Imagine our shock when we found that this stove is no long made and after a yearlong search a replacement hasn't been found. This fall we lifted the whole half ton stove out of the schooner and took it to the world renowned stove restoration shop of Bryant's Stove Works in Thorndike, Maine. Only to be disappointed when they told us it wasn't possible to fix. We then took it to a pattern maker in western Maine who informed us that it would cost us way more than our pickup truck we brought it in, to have new patterns made. It was a very long depressing 120 mile drive home, as it began to sink in that we had a real problem if we wanted to stay with a traditional wood burning stove the size of "Burma" aboard the Heritage. Of course we did as it's all about the tradition.
After some serious soul searching we approached Jimmy Steele in Owls Head, a master of welding and metal fabrication. His response, much to our shock, was "no problem, we'll just build a replacement". So that is what we are having him do. Jim has spent a good deal of this winter carefully duplicating the original from special steel. It has been no easy task to custom replicate "Burma". We have made many trips to his shop to discuss numerous details. But the new "Burma II" is slowly coming to life. We are even using the original oven door and fire box doors, as well the stove legs, stove top lids and fiddles. So the essence of "Burma" will always be aboard. The new stove will be finished and installed in the galley of the Heritage for the upcoming season. All ready to go and make all those galley delights happen. Now that's tradition in the galley.