tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34170150.post3969901479110134919..comments2023-05-18T04:29:51.482-07:00Comments on Ocean In View: Ships Againmbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04023290571238191194noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34170150.post-5046076407480191892011-01-06T23:57:29.631-08:002011-01-06T23:57:29.631-08:00I know that feeling - how nice to keep it in your ...I know that feeling - how nice to keep it in your memory. <br /><br />I grew up in a house on a hill overlooking the Alberni Inlet on Vancouver Island. Directly opposite us were docks where ships took on lumber from the mills, and whatever other wood products the Alberni mills produced. <br /><br />Everyday, nearly, we would look out that window, and after school coming home down that hill it always seemed a little lonely if no ships were in the harbour.<br /><br />There was a pair of binoculars on our living room window sill and we always tried to make out the names of ships at anchor, waiting their turn, or tied up at the dock. Sometimes I cheated and looked up the name in the shipping news. We also got to learn about flags. We'd look them up too. And then they were gone and replaced. The Ocean Ranger rig, which sank off the eastern coast in 1982, was also a visitor, but why, I don't know. I had a picture of it once. <br /><br />My young Dad loved to visit the men on the Danish ships that came in. He missed 'the old country.' Sometimes the men would play soccer on a part of the dock that was relatively clear of stacked lumber.<br /><br />That water was always there, with the mountains behind. Everywhere I've lived has been on an island. It is always interesting, full of people making a living. <br /><br />Thanks for twigging this memory!<br />-AnitaAWnoreply@blogger.com