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The Gales of November

Greetings readers and welcome to November.  As the weather turns cooler, this month’s blog is a special one for me.  I have been extremely fortunate to be able to live on the shores of not just one of our Great Lakes, but two of them.  As much as I love Lake Michigan, there is always a special place for me near Lake Superior.  I fondly reflect on the times I spent growing up in Superior. Seeing all the big, massive ships coming to dock in Superior and Duluth, is a memory that still brings a smile to my face.

My family has had deep roots and ties to Superior and the surrounding area for generations.  I have been told over the years that my great-great grandfather was a member of the crew that built the Wisconsin Point Lighthouse in Superior.  My great aunt also worked on the massive thousand-footer ship, the Mesabi Miner for a great number of years as a second cook. I have always had a strong interest in the ships and the industry that helped shape Superior.

I remember the first “lake” I visited after relocating to southern Wisconsin with my family. I remember looking at it and thinking, “this is a lake? But I can see the other side.” I honestly think I could have very easily thrown a rock, and it would have reached the other side. My ten-year-old self was extremely perplexed that it was called a lake, considering the lake that I had just moved away from. I also remember a time when I told my grandpa that I wanted to go swimming visiting him in Ashland. My mind was determined that swimming was happening that day no matter what! Well, it was the fastest “swim” I ever took. I remember how he laughed after he told me, “Go ahead and jump in”, and I did. Even now I smile about it, because just as I jumped in, I jumped right back out in one uninterrupted motion. My own children have also tried swimming in Lake Superior, with very similar reactions. Although some of the bays warm up to comfortable swimming temperatures, much of the lake is always cold and never warms up.

I remember going to my new school and how shocked I was not many of my classmates knew of the Edmund Fitzgerald.  Growing up in Superior, I knew all the lines of Gorgon Lightfoot’s song by heart in kindergarten.   I’m pretty sure it might have been the school song at, at least, one of the elementary schools I attended there.

Like I had mentioned earlier about the big, massive ships, it’s difficult to fathom the forces needed to take one of them down, and those forces coming from a lake. Last year it was the 50th anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald. I had heard about a new book being released and was so excited to get my hands on it, and I cannot put into words how happy I am to share and recommend it to all of you.

The Gales of November by John U. Bacon

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