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Run-Around-Sue...Clark and Sue
The first order of business is how do I fit into this family? Well, Glenn is my cousin, which means Pamela is my first cousin once removed and BJ, Aaron, Jeremy and Steve areÖ.who knows? What is more important is that my parents Jean and Denton were close friends with Glenn and Lorraine and finally, in my old age, I have come to know Glenn and Lorraine also.
Unlike most members of the Family Yacht Club, we have one of those noisy, stinky and obnoxious powerboats. I should be forgiven for this since I was raised on the desert side of the state, and am used to seeing 360 degrees of shoreline from any body of water.
While growing up, my father would often take me lake fishing. My vision of the ideal boat was a 12-foot aluminum with a trolling motor. As an adult, I did little fishing until my youngest son Brian (born in 1984) developed a keen interest. I finally bought that 12-foot aluminum and quickly graduated to a 15 footer (which we still have and use).
Our eyes soon turned to the salt water and salmon fishing, so we purchased a 20-foot fiberglass boat in 1995. Almost immediately, we were using the boat to go from Everett to the San Juans, so decided we needed something we could sleep on. In 1998, we bought a new Bayliner 2452 and began enjoying the luxuries of a berth, head and galley. Sue, Brian and I spent many great times over the next few years fishing and cruising. Eventually, Brian grew to a young man and had little time for his parents and boating.
We also joined Dagmarís Yacht Club in Everett and, whenever possible, cruise the Sound, San Juan and Gulf Islands.
We have, for various reasons, been conspicuously absent from Family Yacht Club cruises this past year. We hope to remedy this during the 2005 season. However, donít look for us on Thanksgiving; we power boaters are pretty wimpy you know.
Submitted by Lorraine: The following is a poem written in 1970 by Jean, mother of Clark, about her adventures aboard her sister Bobbi's charter boat the Cebu. The accompanying buddy boat was the Gallant Lady owned by Jean's other sister Rachael and her husband Bill. Onboard the Cebu was Glenn's mother Mina, and I believe Jean was the cook. She never got on a boat again. Here we go----
The Saga of the Cebu
'twas on a day in mid Jul-tember
On a date we shall remember
That the gallant ship Cebu
With a large and happy crew
Left her port.
Oh, a sister ship was near
On that day both we and drear
So through the locks we sped
And northward turned her head
To her fate.
Anacortes was her call
And I want to tell you all
But for skillful repairs there
That voyage so brave and fair
Would be doomed.
So 'twas northward on our way
Once more hearts were light and gay.
Meanwhile Michael and his pot
Soaked his foot against the rot
So we sailed on.
Bedwell Harbour came on next
When we left it were vexed
Pit-less apricots-we had pecks!!
So we journeyed toward our fate.
Montague Harbour no moorage gave.
So we slept amid the wave.
In the morning damp and dark
Did the skipper disembark
With a part!
Gallant Lady was her name.
On this trip she shared our fame
Skipper's sick and what's to do?
Fly one in to join our crew.
To share our voyage.
Strait of Georgia must be crossed
Over seas oft tempest tossed
Torpedoes a threat that nearly causes loss.
Dinghy adrift and must be lost
The Lady must search whatever the cost.
To the rescue a log tug came.
We were glad to give them their fame.
Two were saved.
Pender Harbour was it's name.
Oysters are its claim to fame.
Ate we all that we could hold
Those of us who were so bold.
Malibu, The Young Life Camp
Beside the sea-its sunny, not damp.
Wait you there the turn of the tide
Princess Louisa to rush inside.
Norway you're not! Nor yet a lake.
Pictures there are so many to take.
Chatterbox Falls a sight to see.
Is the swimming warm? Don't ask me.
We're glad we're here.
Headed home and now its time
To throw the Jaro a helping line.
Thanked for the help-were on our way
To moorage safe in Egmont Bay.
A good deed done.
The tide goes in the tide goes out
With a roar-you need to shout.
But the oysters grow big and the beach is neat
And we leave the place with reluctant feet
To journey on.
The Straits are wide and the water is deep
The sea is rough and the waves are steep.
So say a prayer and hang on fast
Like everything else it too will be past.
Burgoyne Beach is the place to be
Except the beach is going under the sea.
But someone is sick, this time it is Jean.
Her face is swollen, a sight to be seen.
The town of Sidney's a very nice town
With dentists and drugstores and taxis around.
Jean has some pills-She's better-Iím glad
When the cook is sick, things really are sad.
Old Roche Harbor's an historic old spot.
Old kilns, old cabins, old tombs and what-not.
They fly many flags with ceremonies too.
At sunset we cheered the Red-White and Blue.
And now almost home to stop just once more.
La Conner's our choice for our last night ashore.
The shops are nice, but it is late
To save our money is our fate.
The voyage now is over and fate has been kind
We're back in the harbor, safe from the wind.
The company's been great, the food has been too.
So goodbye for now, and three cheers for the Cebu.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
August 6, 1970