Since 1978 I have been fortunate to sail wooden boats. In 2006 I set out to find a Drascombe Longboat Cruiser for single-handed expedition sailing. This is the continuing story of how it came to be, our adventures, notes on the maritime world and other things I don't want to forget...
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Two Years
I just found this unpublished post I wrote in late November. Oh well...
Eleanor and I returned after a week on Jekyll Island, Georgia. It has been my home away from home. But this past weekend brought that to a close.
The Wanderer Memory Trail opening was a success. I guess I sweated it enough to make it so. Dignitaries from Washington, Atlanta and Charleston were in attendance. The Geechee Gullah Ring Shouters performed and introduced the story of 409 Africans that were subjected -against their will- an horrid, illegal, lethal voyage to become the penultimate group of survivors of the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade to reach the shores of the American South and the last in Georgia. I had taken on this project with limited support and as the time drug on I made new friends, learned much about African American interpretation challenges, was overwhelmed at times by cultural appropriation and white supremacy. From a conceptual plan and formative evaluation to script writing, CADD drawings, long days fabricating each component, overseeing the setting of poles at dawn, getting help from old and new friends... it was a project to remember.
Eleanor and I returned after a week on Jekyll Island, Georgia. It has been my home away from home. But this past weekend brought that to a close.
The Wanderer Memory Trail opening was a success. I guess I sweated it enough to make it so. Dignitaries from Washington, Atlanta and Charleston were in attendance. The Geechee Gullah Ring Shouters performed and introduced the story of 409 Africans that were subjected -against their will- an horrid, illegal, lethal voyage to become the penultimate group of survivors of the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade to reach the shores of the American South and the last in Georgia. I had taken on this project with limited support and as the time drug on I made new friends, learned much about African American interpretation challenges, was overwhelmed at times by cultural appropriation and white supremacy. From a conceptual plan and formative evaluation to script writing, CADD drawings, long days fabricating each component, overseeing the setting of poles at dawn, getting help from old and new friends... it was a project to remember.
Opening Day |
Dr. Deborah Mack with descendants of original survivor |
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