This week I got involved in another project perfect for CoVid time. Volunteering to help translate a whaling journal from the original cursive manuscript to text so it can be put online. I was transported away from this world to a time when men sailed from New Bedford to Hawaii to hunt whales. Some days they would lower the boats threes times and return with nothing. Other days they would not even see a whale, and on other days they may see as many as 30 ships all “cutting & boiling”. I can’t imagine the smells and gore, and certainly pityed the whales. It’s a reminder of how prolific so many resources were, and how carelessly we have plundered many of fthem into extinction or near extinction. I wonder now if even the very oceans that sustained this adventurous crew are too far gone. I hope not, but the debate between lives versus livelihoods has not been resolved and we don’t necessarily learn certain lessons quickly.
February 12, 2021
Pandemic Task: Consider good memories Take all running medals Our of their drawers In the attic. Mount all marathoning Medals in large Shadow box. Three more shadow boxes Fill with shorter races. One more box will go elsewhere Now all good memories To savor each day Reminders of one couple Who ran together Montreal? Alles madame!! Athens Greece? Chariots of Fire? Boston Marathon One week before our Ct wedding !! Boston Marathon After six months chemo? Essential workers: 1/2 marathon Virtual ! Together! Last Pandemic Fall 2020. Good memories We had the time The medals hold love.
June 23, 2021