Thought for the day- February 12, 2000

Subject: Thought for the day- February 12, 2000
From: katlaughing
Date: 12 Feb 00 - 08:38 AM

Sept. 7, 1858: Now I am in the place that is to be my home possibly for 3 or 4 years; but I can not make it appear to me so yet it seems so strange, so many Men and not one Woman besides myself; the little Cabin that is to be all my own is quite pretty; as well as I can wish, or expect on board of a Ship. I have a rose geranium to pet, that Mrs. Fish has been kind enough to send me, and I see there is a kitten on board. I think it will not be as pleasant as it is today; the motion of the Ship I shall be a long time getting used to...I shall be lonely, though not alone, for a have a kind Husband wiht me.

- Eliza Azelia Williams -

Mrs. Williams grew weary of taking care of her husband's affairs while he was gone for long periods of time on his whaling ship. So... she determined to go with him, even though she was five months pregnant. Her first voyage last 38 months. She delivered her first two children during that time. Her second trip was 18 months long. Trips after that were limited to one year. She had a third child on one of those voyages, somewhere in the Japan Sea.

Her journal is included in One Whaling Family, edited by Harold Williams and published in 1964 by Houghton, Mifflin and Co.

Subject: RE: Thought for the day- February 12, 2000
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 12 Feb 00 - 09:02 AM

Wives sailing with their captain husbands was good news to the crew. The captain was inevitably kinder to his men; and his wife invariably worked the usual Female Magic, by doctoring the sick, and by having a calming influence on the sailors aboard. The journal kat mentioned is a good read. Only on one occasion did I experience the opposite, where the captains wife did not change his ways with the crew; and we suffered. Yours,(boy did we suffer)Aye.Dave

Subject: RE: Thought for the day- February 12, 2000
From: Little Neophyte
Date: 12 Feb 00 - 12:30 PM

I once hiked the Chilkoot Trail. A challenging 6 day hike that includes climbing a very steep pass in the mountains between the State of Alaska and Northern British Columbia.
At the turn of the century many prospectors had travelled this trail seeking their fortune in gold at Dawson City. There were over 30,000 people who travelled this way. Mostly men and it wasn't easy. Many lost there lives just trying to get there.
A few make-shift towns were set up along the trail. I remember a monument at one of those towns in memory of a woman who cared for the men just like a mother. She would feed them home-cooked meals, restore their health and spirits with kindness.
I thought at the time, I would have loved to be that lady. Mind you, I also aspired to be Florence Nightingale too.

Little Neo

Subject: RE: Thought for the day- February 12, 2000
From: wysiwyg
Date: 12 Feb 00 - 12:45 PM

Join the Red Cross, we need you!

Subject: RE: Thought for the day- February 12, 2000
From: thosp
Date: 12 Feb 00 - 12:53 PM

hi li'l neo --i haven't seen you around for awhile! --how's banjo bonnie?

Subject: RE: Thought for the day- February 12, 2000
From: Little Neophyte
Date: 12 Feb 00 - 01:21 PM

thosp, I think Banjo Bonnie needs to go on a very long vacation.
Somewhere warm and peaceful so she can calm down.
Kind of makes Little Neo happy, she use to love posting on the Mudcat and lately has not had much of an opportunity.

Praise, thanks for the suggestion, but right now I have my hands full when it comes to heroic jobs and I haven't even walked out my front door.

LN