CORONET UPDATE

The “Coronet” project started by Elizabeth Meyer. As I have sated before, whatever you think of her, you cannot deny her vision. The project never really had traction until Bob McNeil assumed responsibility. I have visited since the beginning and time moves slowly. It is easy to loose track of where it all started. I have not yet found the photograph of “Coronet” while she was still in the water tied to the dock at IYRS; but you still have a sense of change.

CONTENDER

You would have to be my age to remember the Contender class It is almost nonexistent in the United States; the stronghold of the class is Europe. I regard the class as the first performance singlehanded boat, well before the 49er, the moth as we know it today.
The other part of me is always amused by the possibilities offered by “modern” cameras. I am assuming this was shot with a go pro.

A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT

The continuing story of my Mill study. The Blackstone River was an important part of the Industrial revolution in America. It was not only the power source for the many mill along it’s banks, it was the highway on which the goods were transported.The railroads laid their tracks by the banks on the rivers of the world and the blackstone was no exception. In this case it was the Providence & Worcester Railroad Line.

At the Northern end in Rhode Island is Woonsocket, in it’s time one of the largest textile manufacturing cities in the United States. As someone said to me ” the scale of the buildings in Woonsocket are something we are unaccustomed to in Rhode Island.” They seem too big for the state.

Woonsocket reminded me of a small version of Portland, OR, with its many bridges encountered in the most surprising places on occasion. The glory of the cities heyday are evident.

The rivers came first then the railroads and finally the roads for automobiles. Just look at the major cities in the United States, or anywhere for that matter. They all started with as port for ships, the railroads had to service them.

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE GRANDFATHER

I am not in line at Best Buy or any other store. I have a little trouble with the logic of shopping in crowds and traffic. I am instead doing chores at home and working and shopping by computer; eating leftover turkey. I have had for many years the drawings from my grandfather and my mother and myself. I have not looked at them in years; having had the intention of scanning them for the future. It was one of those daunting tasks that is easily put off.

My grandfather’s drawings were done when he was working summers at Wood’s Hole, while at Harvard Medical School. My mother’s from Biology lab while at BU and mine while at URI.

It is clear that I did not share the same delicate hand as those who came before, even if in my mind I thought I did.