PHOTO ESSAY OF 'JENNY' A HERBERT. F. CROSBY DESIGNED CAPE COD CATBOAT
Monday, February 29, 2016
Sunday, February 28, 2016
The full building plans including the Table of Offsets for this catboat 'Hitty' (below) appeared in the March 1951 edition of Rudder Magazine (Two months before I was born). I like to think she was built and launched around the time I was born (Yes this photograph appeared in the Rudder in March and I was born in June, but just settle down and stop letting facts get in the way of a good story).
Using given station measurements on the plans (not the scale rule in this instance) Hittys' length is 15 foot 2 inches, so she appears to be about 1 foot shorter than Jenny. So if she is not a twin sistership she is at the very least a slightly shorter sister belonging in the same family.
Interestingly the designers name doesn't appear anywhere on the plans or in the written article about Hitty in the Rudder magazine. It appears that 'Cape Cod Catboat' was at that time synonymous with the famous Cosbys, so I am presuming it is a Cosby design. It would be a long shot but it may not be a Crosby Cat as there were other designers of note that designed Cat Boats in the first decades of the 20th century e.g. Fenwick Williams, John G Alden, Charles Wittholz, Fred W Goeller, C C Hanley et al. But when you look at the similarities between Hitty with Jenny I would bet my cotton picking sailing socks that she is a Crosby.
I have been looking at Hittys' plans for years now and despite other pressing projects - I would dearly love to build this little centerboard Cat Boat.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Karen R. Koenig, LCSW, M.Ed., is a psychotherapist based in Sarasota, FL, USA. This is her definition which I find interesting.
"Having a rich “interior life” may be key to finding meaning and happiness in our existence and undoubtedly promotes emotional health.
What does it mean to have a rich interior life? People who have one reflect on themselves and their place in the world with curiosity, not judgment. They engage with ideas and wonder a great deal. They spend time musing and mulling over, which is not the same as ruminating about the past or being anxious about the future. They have no stake in this process except intellectually enlightening their horizons and broadening their understanding of the world. Their inner life excites them and is a resource.
People with rich interior lives generally enjoy their own company because it brings them happiness. Spending time in their minds is a pleasurable, not a scary, activity. They enjoy going wherever their thoughts and ideas lead them—to music, art, history, current events, literature, science, or sports — and find satisfaction in the pursuit of possibility. They yearn to know and learn, not to be right, and their thinking has depth and breadth. They don’t worry much about what others think of them. They enjoy social activities and engaging in external pleasures, and their joy comes from within as well as without.
Having a rich inner life means not constantly being busy doing. Our inner lives may be compromised if we are always doing something and/or being with other people – rather than spending time alone. How do you find out who you are and what you think if you don’t spend reflective time with yourself? How do you grow to love yourself if you barely know yourself? Without a rich interior life, people seek comfort in externals—food, people, activity, etc.—and become dependent on them to stimulate (and simulate) pleasure."
The Churches definition of the Interior Life goes something like this:
"The Interior life is a life which seeks God in everything, a life of prayer and the practice of living in the presence of God. It connotes intimate, friendly conversation with Him, and a determined focus on internal prayer versus external actions, while these latter are transformed into means of prayer."
I wonder whether if we all had an interior life according to Karen R Koenigs definition the "Externalising" of our "Interiorising" would mean that God would not become something 'Up There' or 'Out There' or even 'In There', rather God would be right here in front of us in the unique "being - ness" of another creature - ANY creature, and the cosmos that cradles us all.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
The damage wasn't confined only to Whitewash head. In other parts of Christchurch newly repaired roads and water mains have been damaged and there has been a considerable amount of liquefaction.
Our thoughts and prayers are with those who have been enduring these quakes for the last five years or more. Like most New Zealanders, especially Cantaberians, I am wondering when all this will stop. I hope it's soon.
Six hours racing in a small centerboard yacht is a long time. I was well prepared with a new hiking suit into which I inserted hiking pads for the back of my thighs and some foam for my calves; but I still managed to bang my bung knee so hard I yelled a string of expletives that any pirate would be proud of. I also managed to clout the top of my head once out of twenty six successful gybes I executed at the bottom mark.
The boats on the trailer behind the red Toyota in the above photograph belong to a family who sail Starling dinghies - and sail them very well indeed.
I only capsized once in the whole six hours which is not the fate that befell most of the others. Gybing in fresh winds is notoriously difficult and as people got tireder and lost their concentration capsizing became more frequent.
Of course I wasn't bothered that people with figures like stick insects whose body weight is such that their power to weight ratio makes their boats twice as fast as mine capsize - it sort of balanced the ledger a bit. It was a sailing day where there was a meeting of sorts between fat and experienced and thin and not quite so experienced.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Some of the fleet tooling around waiting for the start. The fleet was very small tonight. The size of the fleets for the last few race days may have something to do with the lack of wind.
The bigger boats get under way. The Starling fleet always starts one minute after the bigger fleet which makes the whole process easy for 64 year olds. I am still just able to count to 60.
My cousin Stephen Smith sailing his Ok Dinghy. He asks me every time I arrive at the club where my OK Dinghy is.
As you can see - not a lot of wind. Time for a selfie.
The last race was an ordeal. The tide was flooding in fast which made the rounding of the last mark before the down hill run to the finish very difficult.
Heading back to the clubhouse with the first lights in the houses on the hill appearing. By the time I got the boat ashore, washed and secured to the boat trailer it was after 9 pm.
I am looking forward to this Sundays race which is a 6 hour endurance race. For me this means 6 hours of a special kind of in the moment meditation - sailing meditation is a lot of fun - and fun is very good.
Monday, February 8, 2016
The trip wasn't enhanced when Ron lit up his pipe and filled the little aeroplance with smoke and I remember landing back at Whangarei airport very 'green around the gills'.
To get to my hometown of Whangarei you turn to starboard at Cape Brett which is the headland at the very top of this photograph.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
I first came across Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo in 1999 when I read a book by Vicki Mackenzie about her life and her calling to meditate in seclusion for 12 years. The book "Cave In The Snow" makes inspirational reading. The wisdom from Tenzin Palmo since those times informs us that our path doesn't require us to go to this extreme seclusion to make spiritual progress. Our progress begins where we are, right now.... and the content and context that is on our doorstep at this moment is the substance of our individual path. Over the years I have read and re-read three other very wise and helpful books by Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo:
'Into The Heart of Life'
'Reflections On A Mountain Lake'
Today I finished re-reading her book 'Three Teachings' and as it is often the way when listening again to a piece of music, or re-reading a poem or book I have discovered again new richness.
There are a lot of utube videos of Tenzin Palmo. In these troubled times I have chosen this one, which is quite long but worth viewing for her repetition of the great wisdom (That is inherent in all the great religious traditons) regarding the links between Suffering and Compassion.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
There she was in all her red splendour in the early morning light. She looked exactly as she did one year ago.
The 'William C Daldy' was the only coal fired steam driven Tug in the race.
One of two old Americas Cup yachts that are now in use on Auckland harbour as daily charter yachts. These boats are very fast and quite a match for Steinlager 2.
These are the two flag choices that the New Zealand public will vote on later this year. We will either retain the old flag which combines the Union Jack on a dark blue background with four red stars (The Southern Cross) or we will have a new flag which combines a white silver fern boarded at the top with black and the red stars of the Southern Cross on a light blue background.
Visually from a distance the old flag stood out the best of the two. From a distance the new flag looked a bit washed out in comparison. Closer up (We sailed under the Auckland Harbour bridge) the new flag looked good.
The scow 'Ted Ashby' being put through her paces. One hundred years ago the Auckland coast was full of these coastal trading scows. Before the development of roads and railways these were New Zealands equivalent of the Thames Trading Barge.
The famous amateur built 'Innismara' hoisting her mainsail. She was built as a 'Ranger Beater'; Ranger being an A Class racing yacht designed by Knud Reimers that was unbeatable for decades on Aucklands Waitemata Harbour.
A Dragon Class yacht, one of the prettiest little boats ever designed, getting the spinnaker pole down.
Traditional Polynesian catamaran heading towards Auckland Harbour bridge.
There were a number of old traditional gaff riggers sailing in the regatta.
Off we go heading for North Head in the distance and then up harbour to the windward buoy.
Speeding back up harbour to a line honours win in the big monohull division.
It was great to share the experience with my brother Chris who I think is now a starter for this years Coastal Classic aboard Steinlager 2 ....... Great!!