The Old Major
Posted 11 October 2008 - 07:09 AM
a weird thing that a lot have got a lump of is the concrete at gigha, john T will be the very man to tell us the origins of this, i have had whole bags of cement at the grips in the past and you can see some on the shore down along the rhu, washed off a boat sometime in the distant past. one thing i did get down there which in itself wasn't weird but had a strange coincidence attached to it was a friday morning tow where i'd been told to take the boat out when i was 19, we had a tow in the flat for a nice enough mark and deciding to shorten the steam in, towed west and birled round the grips, on lifting there was a six foot section of a boats rail in the net, painted white, my uncle douglas identified it as being a bit of the quesado, a pleasure boat that had gone down in the mid sixties with the loss of several lives. when we came into the quay the ropes were caught by hamish colville a local marine engineer who i didn't know at the time had been a survivor, i went out to the pub that night with my two brothers and met up with mutual aquaintances among whom were two brothers, the coolie twins, whose father had been one of those lost, that night i met my future wife, her father had also been a survivor, nothing strange you think in a small town with a tightknit community, but weird all the same as its a subject that none of those connected ever speak about, to this day my father inlaw has never spoken about it, a more recent weird thing connected to it was clearing my mothers loft last year, i found an old scrap book of mine that i used to keep to stick newspaper clippings and photos of the band my brothers and i used to have, i was flcking thru it when my father inlaw came in and we started talking about the band, he had been a bouncer in the local victoria hall when we were about and we were recalling events of the period, i turned the page to find a copy of the local paper dated from the week after the quesada went down, complete with his picture and the story of how he had held the flares aloft to attract the attention of the local fishing boats that had gone out that night to look for the boat. i'd never seen the paper before, don't know why my mother had kept it or how it had found its way into my scrapbook? tucked inside the paper was a brown envelope containing black and white photographs of myself as a small boy with my older brother davi and my father aboard his first boat, Quiet Waters CN93, which he had bought from my father inlaw's father james McKinven and his partner Cecil Finn, all in an old scrapbook that anyone else would have thrown out with the rubbish, my father on the quiet waters had recovered the only body of those that lost their lives, him coming in with the body to be met by the police is one of my earliest memories, i can still picture what my mother was wearing, my older brother was in school and my younger brother fraser in his pram, and me standing on the esplanade holding my mothers hand watching the activity in the distance not knowing what was going on or understanding why the police were all gathered on my dads boat. spookier still, the owner of the boat had asked my father to take command of her for the trip, an outing by staff from a local garage, he had turned the offer down as he was too busy that weekend working on gear.
Posted 11 October 2008 - 08:31 AM
Up and down like a yo-yo he was till someone took him ashore after the box had disintergrated, think it was Grieve in the Stormdrift.
Was up in the Wendy House(Harbour Bar) in Ayr yarning to the boys on the dredger one night after landing, said they had been out with a family scattering ashes in Ayr Bay, anyway when the widow emptied the urn the dredger was turning and the ashes blew back onto the deck, one of the crew said to her not to worry he would get the hose out and do the necessary, she replied "If there were not so many of you young lads here i would take down my knickers and pish him over the side, for thats all he done all his days was take the pish, if anyone was ever a the bag of piss he was!!!"
Posted 11 October 2008 - 08:45 AM
i remember the story about the american now you filled in the details. he must still be there as he hasn't been disturbed recently, must have been someone with good accurate readings, i know ours were at least 3-4 tenths out.
Posted 11 October 2008 - 11:47 AM
Posted 11 October 2008 - 12:42 PM
Mind my Great Uncle Albert telling me they could see the smoke off her when she was on fire from the mouth of Tarbert Harbour.
Posted 11 October 2008 - 01:08 PM
it never puzzled me how the helicopter came to hit the hill, if they had the same type of fog as we were getting then it would have been very disorientating, they'd be seeing the water clear as anything on a flat calm evening but where it hit the land a thick peasouper, when we got in by the light you couldn't see a thing, it was like it closed up behind us at the light, we were ten yards from the point of the new quay before the boys could see a thing, but wae pogo's eyes keeping a lookout its a wonder we never hit that too!!!
Posted 11 October 2008 - 08:56 PM
the net came aboard and a strange shape in the cod end cant rem who pulled the string but one helluva thud on the deck and bang out pops this body wrapped in linen and a whole lot of smashed wood
will check with the old man for a more accurate story trying to get him to come on here and do a bit o conversing wiht his old friends but hes no taking the idea
going on to the carrier, call me whatever you want but always liked steamin out from troon and taking a run over the wreck just to see the picture you got on the meter never managed to pick it up on the 3d prob cause we dont have it linked to give a ground discrimination only the contour picture
no sure about who it was or if it was just a story but did somebody not think it was a spot of fish possibly herring and shoot on it only to get the ends o the wires back??
Posted 11 October 2008 - 09:03 PM
i do remember not long after i started gary voce in the marie got a skull from the carrier area with gold teeth in it
Posted 11 October 2008 - 09:36 PM
Pretty sure the Dasher is his last resting place.
Eoghan Smith, Destiny, got a flying boot with the foot bones in it down about the old ammo dump, scutched it so he did!!!!!!!!
Posted 11 October 2008 - 11:07 PM
as for the other thing, we got a torso hanging on the port door at the big wreck once, just a ribcage with the spine and the one arm hanging on the "G" i was tying up the starboard door first and by the time i crossed the deck it fell off, i was in the horrors thinking it would just wash back into the net but it didn't, don't know if it was the same one but we got a torso with a good bit flesh still on it a wee bit further up at the lorries early that same year about feb. i only managedto say "whot the feck is that?" when the uncle grabbed the shovel and scooped it ower the side "nothing" he replied and that was that, end of discussion.
Posted 12 October 2008 - 12:16 PM
Pair away to try herring/sprats, and couple changed over to dredges the weekend.
Hows Dad and Linty getting on?
Posted 12 October 2008 - 12:27 PM
Posted 16 October 2008 - 03:00 PM
write a book aboot CN fishermen and don't mention my faither? its gonna happen and merr folk listened to me as read the book!!!!! in fact you can still get me in time for xmas, free!!!!
Posted 18 December 2008 - 03:46 PM
Life is for livin' lovin' and laughin'.
Posted 19 December 2008 - 09:27 AM
ground control, (weight) to major..........torn?
aww come on, its xmas, you'll see worse afor the new year!!!!!!
Posted 19 December 2008 - 09:58 AM
Life is for livin' lovin' and laughin'.
Posted 19 December 2008 - 10:05 AM
"donated to the museum after a successful prosecution by the local police"
my faither, douglas, doogie, jack sprat and ticcie i think? took them from a nest when they were boys in the late forties, i loved showing them to the weans and saying "your granda stole them!!"
see and enjoy the party