Warlords of Ancient Mexico: How the Mayans and Aztecs Ruled for More Than a Thousand Years by Peter J. Tsouras

 

Book Review - Five Stars

Warlords of Ancient Mexico: How the Mayans and Aztecs Ruled for More Than a Thousand Years by Peter J. Tsouras

Imperialism was brought to Mexico by the Aztecs who were not builders, creators or innovators but exploiters. Bloody war with human sacrifice and cannibalism was brought by the invading Toltec who influenced the Aztecs and next brought their blood letting sport to the Yucatecan Mayan.

Next Inquisition crazed Cortés a military leader, who finished driving the Moors out of the Iberian Peninsula ending a 700 year war, took on the Aztec empire using Spanish military tactics.

Read this amazing book and learn how this all was accomplished.

Excerpts:

Cuitláhuac, the ninth emperor or tlatoani of the Mexica, inflicted the greatest single defeat on European arms in the entire conquest of the Americas when he drove Cortés and his combined Spanish and native army out of Tenochtitlan in 1520, killing over 1,200 Spaniards and 4,000-5,000 Indian allies.

Spanish tongues could not pronounce Náhuatl words. Cortés consistently mangled names. Cuauhnahuac (Near the Trees) became Cuer-navaca. Tollan became Tula. I have tried to use the spelling that most closely corresponds to the original name, hence Huexotzinco instead of Huexotzingo and Tlaxcallan instead of Tlaxcalla.

Cortés reinforced his own contingent and divided it into three separate elements, each of which had as many as 10,000 allies attached. A few desperate Mexica escaped to tell Cortés that each night a horde of people picked over the ruins for something to eat. He ambushed them in the early dawn, killing over 800 women and children, a stratagem in which he took much pride.

the Mexica were dying daily of hunger by the thousands

Alvarado captured a district of the city with a thousand houses; the allies butchered the 12,000 inhabitants of the district against orders. As victory beckoned, Cortés found he had less and less control of his native allies, who were determined to exterminate the Mexica. The city was resembling a vast slaughter house, and the actual perpetrators of the Mexica genocide were their own fellow Indians.

Now instead of Tlaxcallan barbarities, they suffered the gauntlet of Spanish greed.

Women were stripped to find any gold hidden on them. Young men were branded for slavery, and the comely, light-skinned young women carried off. Spanish mastiffs were set upon the priests to tear them to pieces.

Review by John M. Grimsrud

In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson

 

Book Review - Five Stars

In the South Seas is authored by Robert Louis Stevenson, one of the most distinguished communicators of our time whose extraordinary prestigious vocabulary makes his narration pleasurable.

I loved this book that touched on a variety of subjects ranging from cannibalism to tropical topography, and personal profiles of personalities with insightful detail.

Excerpts:

We have all read of the swiftness of the day’s coming and departure in low latitudes; it is a point on which the scientific and sentimental tourist are at one, and has inspired some tasteful poetry. The period certainly varies with the season; but here is one case exactly noted. Although the dawn was thus preparing by four, the sun was not up till six; and it was half-past five before we could distinguish our expected islands from the clouds on the horizon. Eight degrees south, and the day two hours a-coming. The interval was passed on deck in the silence of expectation, the customary thrill of landfall heightened by the strangeness of the shores that we were then approaching. Slowly they took shape in the attenuating darkness. Ua-huna, piling up to a truncated summit, appeared the first upon the starboard bow; almost abeam arose our destination, Nuka-hiva, whelmed in cloud; and betwixt and to the southward, the first rays of the sun displayed the needles of Ua-pu. These pricked about the line of the horizon; like the pinnacles of some ornate and monstrous church, they stood there, in the sparkling brightness of the morning, the fit signboard of a world of wonders.

The Paumotuan not only saves, grudges, and works, he steals besides; or, to be more precise, he swindles. He will never deny a debt, he only flees his creditor.

He is always keen for an advance; so soon as he has fingered it he disappears. He knows your ship; so soon as it nears one island, he is off to another. You may think you know his name; he has already changed it. Pursuit in that infinity of isles were fruitless.

Review by John M. Grimsrud

 

DRAG AND DROP COMPOSTING:

Simple, quick, effective and low cost.
Here you see one of our three compost bins that we recently moved to begin a new cycle. Adjacent is the previous location and one of seven bags of compost generated.
Here another compost bin is beginning to fill as green material begins its transition.
Resting but working this full compost bin is soon adorned by jungle vines that actually help hold in moisture, an essential part of the process. If the contents are continually moist the break down of organic material is greatly accelerated. Add water as often as needed to keep the material moist but not soggy (like a wrung-out sponge). Don’t pack materials too tight as air is essential.

The compost is ready to use when you can no longer recognize the original ingredients.

To harvest:
Pry off the compost basket ring and place it in your next location. Remove all of the material that isn’t fully composted and place it in the new location to begin the cycle again. We like to bag and dry some of the composted material for later use and the rest is put directly on the plants that need it most.
A note; to discourage rodents we never place kitchen scraps containing animal grease, bones or flesh…this is kept in the freezer until garbage pick up day.
We do however dispose of almost all paper and light cardboard that we have torn in to strips or small pieces.
Only small green branches break down well. Sticks make a tangled mess and should be avoided.

We can expect a yield of six to eight bushels of compost in about three months.

Materials and dimensions: Each compost ring is 1.1 meters, 44 inches in diameter and .85 meters, 34 inches tall. (The materials available may dictate your ultimate size.)
The top and bottom stiffener rings are of ¼ inch mild steel rod. The mesh is what ever is available. We used ¾ inch galvanized chicken wire.
For the vertical stiffeners, we used ½ inch PVC plastic pipe. Again sticks or whatever you can get will work. We tied the compost bin together with soft 16 gauge wire. Use whatever you can recycle…string or whatever to tie it together. The rewards of this economical environmentally friendly approach to recycling will soon be apparent when you see first hand the end result…a happy garden that benefited from drag and drop composting.

A website with more advice on composting:  Compost Made Easy  

More tips from Compost Made Easy:

Good Compost Ingredients:
Leaves and other dead plant material
Fruit and vegetable trimmings
Herbicide-free grass clippings
Manure from horses, cattle, goats, poultry and rabbits
Paper or cardboard, torn into strips or hand-sized pieces
Do NOT Add:
Meat scraps
Very fatty, sugary or salty foods
Chips or sawdust from treated wood
Clippings from herbicide-treated lawns
Manure from omnivorous animals (dogs, cats, humans, etc.)

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I'm Movin' On: The Life and Legacy of Hank Snow - Book Review

Book Review - Five Stars

I'm Movin' On: The Life and Legacy of Hank Snow by Vernon Oickle

Hank Snow emblazoned his mark in American and Canadian history and left a legend that lives on.

Beginning in the 1940s, the music talents of Hank Snow took off scratching his way up from the most humble of poverty coupled by child abuse. He persistently and relentlessly remained focused on overcoming his past.

In the 1950s Hank saw his entertainment career climb to success like his golden rocket.

A half century of world wide top of the charts entertainment was achieved with the unrelenting support of his one and only loving wife.

To escape child abuse, at thirteen years of age young Hank went to sea on a Nova Scotia sailing schooner beginning with no pay...only room and board. This was in the depths of the great depression. He felt fortunate to have food and a bed.

On his fourth season on the schooner on the Grand Banks with gale force winds, he was frightened for his life and made the decision to take his chances ashore. This turning point marked his dedicated and determined entrance into a musical career scratching his way out of poverty. The rest is his story in this great book.

EXCERPTS:

Although their marriage got off to a rocky start because of Minnie’s parents’ dissension, Hank and Minnie’s bond would last a lifetime.

Their union survived difficult years of financial struggle, sometimes even destitution, as well as issues with Hank’s drinking, extended separations while Hank pursued his dreams, and the demands that came with international stardom. Hank always said that he and Minnie were just meant to be together and that their love was strong enough to overcome any challenge that got in their way.

Hank often described this “special lady” as his inspiration and his strength. Referring to Minnie as his partner in life, he was also always quick to point out that she deserved a great deal of credit for his accomplishments throughout the years, as she often encouraged him to keep going or to take a risk when things got difficult.

With Landry’s prodding, on April 9, 1935, Hank wrote a letter to A. H. Joseph, manager of the Repertoire and Recording Department for RCA Victorin Montreal. On April 18, Hank received a response, basically a rejection letter. But, like before, he chose to see the response as positive and would not accept “no” for an answer. It may have been his earlier struggles with poverty that gave him his drive, determination, and fighting spirit, Hank later said that when he had first heard the records, he hated how they sounded so tinny and hollow, but Joseph had clearly heard something in the recordings that

Hank couldn’t, because he also sent along the first royalty check of Hank’s career, in the amount of $1.96.

Hank wasn’t opposed to recording songs written by others, many of which went on to become huge Hank Snow hits; most notable of those were compositions such as “(Now And Then There’s) A Fool Such As I,” written by Bill Trader and recorded by Hank in 1952; “I Don’t Hurt Anymore,” written by Don Robertson and Jack Rollins, and recorded by Hank in 1954; and “I’ve Been Everywhere,” written by Geoff Mack and recorded by Hank in 1962.

Review by John M. Grimsrud

Sea of Grey: An Alan Lewrie Naval Adventure (Alan Lewrie Naval Adventures Book 10) by Dewey Lambdin- Book Review

Book Review - Five Stars 

Sea of Grey: An Alan Lewrie Naval Adventure (Alan Lewrie Naval Adventures Book 10) by Dewey Lambdin

Dewey Lamdin’s historical fiction nautical novels are extraordinarily impressive with factual research coupled with an astounding cornucopia of colorfully descriptive vocabulary.

There is never a dull moment in these exhilarating fast moving and enlightening stories. Reading Dewey Lambdin on my Kindle reader with its built in dictionary and clipping features that stores looked up words in a special vocabulary builder adds real pleasure to the reading experience. The audio books are recommended for their extremely impressive high quality narrative.

We love all of Lambdin’s books, they are gems!

EXCERPTS:

He had written one of those letters asking “ … with the supply of paint on hand, Sirs, and the meagre budget allotted for the task, which side of the ship do you prefer that we paint?”

Since the war started in 1793, Prime Minister William Pitt and his coterie had shoved troops and ships into the Caribbean, eager for possession of every “sugar” island. It had cost the lives of 40,000 soldiers and seamen, so far. Once Fever Season struck, regiments and ships’ companies could be reduced to pitiful handfuls in a trice!

“The captain may be spoken of as a lucky captain, and his ships lucky by association, but; t’would take a pagan sea-god to deem us worthy in his sight.” That left unspoken the bald fact of Captain Lewrie’s adultery, his recent dalliance with a half-caste Port-Au-Prince whore, the rumor of which had made the rounds below decks, usually accompanied by hoots of appreciation and admiration, rather than disapproval or envy.

taking an involuntary step away from Mr. Durant, as if to flee Death’s miasma … or the noisome reek of the Yellow Jack’s last agony, when the victim voided his bowels, after many days of inability, and spewed up dark, bloody vomito negro. The stench of Wyman’s dying clung to Durant’s apron, bare arms, and very hair, like a whiff off the River Styx.

“Bonaparte?” Lewrie grumbled, slapping the table. “Why, I’ve met the little bastard, in ‘93!

Ran me out of the Adriatic, too, when he invaded Italy in ’96, and beat the Austrians and Piedmontese like a dusty rug. Almost bagged me on the Genoese coast once, too. He’s a dangerous man, I tell you. Never trust the dwarfish, gentlemen. He’s no bigger than a minute, but slipp’ry as an eel … .”

Review by John M. Grimsrud

Incidents of Travel in Central America, Chiapas, and Yucatan - Book Review

Book Review - Five Stars 

Incidents of Travel in Central America, Chiapas, and Yucatan by John Lloyd Stephens

This 588 page two volume book is part of four volumes, the second two volumes are entitled Incidents of Travel in Yucatan. They are all remarkably still in print though out of copy right. I own all four paper volumes and have read them more than twice using them for reference, and their magnificent drawings and early photographs for our studies and explorations.

The splendidly impressive descriptions of people, places, topography, flora, fauna, living conditions, government or lack of it, and significant happenings make these books all-time classics. For ease of reading, I read Incidents of Travel in Central America, Chiapas, and Yucatan this time in digital edition on my Kindle reading device which greatly enhances the readability and pleasure. Though the digital edition is very inexpensive and delivered instantaneously to my Kindle worldwide there is one disadvantage, there are none of the drawings and early photographs included. For me that was no problem as I possess the printed editions.

EXCERPTS:

On Wednesday, the 3d of October, 1839, we embarked at New York on board the British brig Mary Ann, Hampton, master, for the Bay of Honduras. The brig was lying in the North River, with her anchor apeak and sails loose, and in a few minutes, in company with a large whaling-ship bound for the Pacific, we were under way. It was before seven o’clock in the morning: the streets and wharfs were still; the Battery was desolate, and, at the moment of leaving it on a voyage of uncertain duration, seemed more beautiful than I had ever known it before.

Being within the limits of the British authority. Though living apart, as a tribe of Caribs, not mingling their blood with that of their conquerors, they were completely civilized; retaining, however, the Indian passion for beads and ornaments.

In every house were a grass hammock, we were exceedingly struck with the great progress made in civilization by these descendants of cannibals, the fiercest of all the Indian tribes whom the Spaniards encountered.

They asked us about our wives, and we learned that our simple-minded host had two, one of whom lived at Hocotan, and that he passed a week alternately with each. We told him that in England he would be transported, and in the North imprisoned for life for such indulgences, to which he responded that they were barbarous countries; and the woman, although she thought a man ought to be content with one.

None can know the value of hospitality but those who have felt the want of it, and they can never forget the welcome of strangers in a strange land.

There was but one side to politics in Guatimala. Both parties have a beautiful way of producing unanimity of opinion, by driving out of the country all who do not agree with them.

The general government had not the least particle of power in the state, and I mention the circumstance to show the utter feebleness of the administration, and the wretched condition of the country generally. It troubled me on one account, as it showed the difficulty and danger of prosecuting the travels I had contemplated.

Review by John M. Grimsrud

THE WORLD IN 1800 by Oliver Bernier - Book Review

 Book Review - Five Stars

THE WORLD IN 1800 by Oliver Bernier

This book is an extraordinary compilation of the most profound turning points in human history.

As the age of steam power was about to alter the velocity of mankind's advancement and the world’s population surpasses 1,000,000.000, this exceptional book covers that time like none other. The book is worthy of more than five stars...I loved it!

EXCERPTS:

By 1800, the United States had a constitution that guaranteed this. France was just entering an era of dictatorship, but the way of life that had prevailed in the old European monarchies was clearly seen to be doomed.

The modern age, was widespread throughout Europe and the Americas. Science, freed at last from the shackles of religion, had begun to explore and explain the world. Manufactures were giving way to industries in which new, advanced techniques prevailed.

A slave, after all, is held to be less than human, a creature not entitled to the basic rights shared by the rest of humankind. At the beginning of the nineteenth century, slavery was the norm in most of the world.

Four European countries, France, Great Britain, Spain, and Portugal, which did not practice slavery on their own soil, traded in slaves and allowed slavery in their colonies.

The United States, a major slaveholder and importer, had been recently founded on the premise that all men were entitled to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. What remained true in so many parts of the world, though, was that the economy was based on slavery: all have said that it was impossible to free the slaves without ruining the nation.

Bonaparte was proving, at the same time, that he was as capable of rebuilding a country as he was of leading an army to victory, France had emerged from the Revolution with no laws, no institutions, no system of education, even. Except for the understanding that the purchasers of nationalized estates were to be protected, there was no principle on which to build; and yet, in less than four years from his assumption of power, a new code of civil, criminal, and commercial law was in place: A new school and university system was created, and a stable currency, managed by a national bank, was set up. All these innovations lasted, virtually unchanged, for more than a century.

In Latin America, independence was irreversible, but the new republics were wracked by political and economic disorder. In the United States, after a further advance of democracy in the 1830s during the presidency of Andrew Jackson, the North and the South began the dispute that eventually brought on the Civil War.

Great Britain went to war with China to force it to buy the opium it produced in India; the United States became ever more eager to trade with Japan; all over Europe, people began to think that Asia and Africa might be ripe for colonization.

Historians sometimes say that the nineteenth century began in 1789. For the 100 years that followed 1800, people thought that much of what was happening to them had begun in 1800.

Review by John M. Grimsrud

Through Five Administrations: Reminiscences of Colonel William H. Crook, Body-Guard to President Lincoln - Book Review

Book Review - Five Stars 

Through Five Administrations: Reminiscences of Colonel William H. Crook, Body-Guard to President Lincoln by William H. Crook

This book relates the rapid and dynamic alteration of American history from the Civil War era to the late 1800s: Half a century of political turmoil as the Industrial Revolution forever accelerates humankind from the slow pace of horse and buggy to steam trains and the age of aviation.

A piece of history not to be overlooked.

EXCERPTS:

“What has happened?” He looked at us in amazement, not recognizing Mr. Lincoln. “Why, where have you been? Lee has surrendered.” There is one point which is not understood, I think, about the President’s trip to City Point and Richmond. The streets were alive with people, all very much excited. There were bonfires everywhere. We were all curious to know what had happened. Tad was so excited he couldn’t keep still. We halted the carriage and asked a bystander, “What

has happened?” He looked at us in amazement, not recognizing Mr. Lincoln. “Why, where have you been? Lee has surrendered.” There is one point which is not understood, I think, about the President’s trip to City Point and Richmond. I would like to tell here what my experience has made me believe. The expedition has been spoken of almost as if it were a pleasure trip. Some one says of it, “It was the first recreation the President had known.” Of course, in one sense this was true. He did get away from the routine of office-work. He had pleasant associations with General Grant and General Sherman, and enjoyed genial talks in the open over the camp-fire. But to give the impression that it was a sort of holiday excursion is a mistake.

From it has grown the series of receptions to the Diplomatic Corps, the Army and Navy, the Judiciary, and Congress, which are perhaps the most important general social events of the season. The first of these receptions was in February, 1878. The indiscriminate evening receptions at the White House had been for many years a source of great annoyance. In Lincoln’s time they had been marked by disgraceful vandalism; even when that was not true, there were violations of what one would think the simplest rules of good breeding. Carelessly dressed women who had not even taken the trouble to smooth their hair or wash their faces elbowed—sometimes sharply—women in dainty evening gowns. Sleepy children were dragged into the crush. Cloaks which were often greasy with dirt were worn into the very presence of the receiving party. It had become evident that the time for being democratic was not at evening receptions. Tourists and the curious generally could shake the hand of the President in the afternoon.

Atheist Manifesto: The Case Against Christianity, Judaism, and Islam, book review

Book Review - Five Stars 

Atheist Manifesto: The Case Against Christianity, Judaism, and Islam by Michel Onfray

An old friend said about organized religion: “They are all right or they are all wrong.”

Atheist Manifesto cuts this issue to the bone, giving numerous explicit examples of mass self-hypnotism using the age old tried and true methods of fasting, sleep depredation, and chanting.

Recently cult leader Jimmy Jones took nearly a thousand of his dedicated disciples to their suicidal deaths at Jonestown in South America.

The Islamic state duped a group of their zealot followers into a kamikaze suicidal mission September 11, 2001. The heavenly reward was a promise of 40 young virgins. Evangelicals, Orthodox, and other science deniers decree to kill all those who do not believe in their particular sect. This “go for the juggler approach” does away with any type of world harmony.

I found the book a timely and thought provoking eye opener.

EXCERPTS:

A man can certainly avoid facing tragic reality by imagining himself as somehow different from the being he truly is, but only at the cost of turning himself into something unrecognizable. I do not despise believers. I find them neither ridiculous nor pathetic, but I lose all hope when I see that they prefer the comforting fairy tales of children to the cruel hard facts of adults. Better the faith that brings peace of mind than the rationality that brings worry, even at the price of perpetual mental infantilism. What a demonstration of metaphysical sleight of hand and what a monstrous price! Having realized all this, I experience the feeling that always arises deep within me when I am confronted with the symptoms of indoctrination and deception: compassion for the sufferer, coupled with burning anger toward those who perpetuate the deception.

No hatred for the man on his knees, but a fierce resolve never to collude with those who urge him to adopt this humiliating posture and keep him there. Who would not sympathize with the victims of fraud? And who would not approve of battling the perpetrators?

The Catholic who eats fish on Friday derides the Muslim who refuses pork, who in turn scoffs at the Jew for refusing shellfish.

Inside Job: The Looting of America's Savings and Loans - Book Review

 

Book Review: 5 Stars

Inside Job: The Looting of America's Savings and Loans (Forbidden Bookshelf Book) by Stephen Pizzo.

It has been said that you can sell the American public anything, even a war. Glib tongued and charismatic Ronald Reagan pulled it off, and he even became a two term president. Only in America!

I found this well-written and remarkable book informative and educational in the extreme. The numerous examples of shyster financial skullduggery are overwhelming.

Excerpts:

Those pushing for deregulation are promising that, if Congress relaxes its hold over them, they’ve learned their lessons from past mistakes and will act only in the best interests of the industry and nation. Congress is, again, in a listening mood. And there’s more lobbyists and more money flowing in their direction than ever before. And once again, those of us with long memories worry.

Of the missing money as much as half had been stolen outright. Yet few of the hit-and-run artists who infiltrated the thrift industry went to jail and little of the money was recovered. In short, these inside jobs not only paid but paid very well

Just when the country needed the best regulators money could buy, those regulators were stopped cold in their tracks by some of the best politicians money had bought. indeed. The savings and loan industry as Americans had known it for 50 years teetered on the edge of collapse.

Not until meaningful campaign finance reform was enacted meaning, public financing and limits on spending would this change. It was simply cheaper to pay for politicians’ campaigns than it was to pay later for their corruption.

The Hoover years from the roaring twenties to the early 1930s left the lasting impression of the great depression and Ronald Reagan would do him one even better. The period that came to be known as “the Reagan years” spawned a wave of graft and corruption along with the Iran-Contra scandal unlike any period in history.

Between 1981 and 1989 the net worth of the 400 richest Americans listed by Forbes magazine rose 300 percent.

At the same time, the federal government debt grew by trillions.

After 50 years of trying to entice the communists into the capitalist camp, the United States was too broke to help them when they finally did capitulate.

Review by John Grimsrud

The Real Fidel Castro by Leycester Coltman - Book Review

Book Review - Five Stars

The Real Fidel Castro by Leycester Coltman

A biographical look into a highly intelligent charismatic self-centered narcissist who was possessed with the uncanny ability to be pitied for his actions while portraying opponents as persecutors. Considering his high-powered political enemies persistent efforts to eliminate him, he actually lived to die of old age, and he left a legacy of lengthy accusatory speeches to posterity.

Castro told Alfredo Guevara: “I would be a Communist if I could be Stalin.”

Will Rogers said after visiting the Soviet Union in 1926 “Communism to me is one-third practice and two-thirds explanation.”

Excerpts:

Most of Castro’s contemporaries at Belin college, both pupils and teachers, would become his political enemies when he turned Cuba into a Communist state. Many went into exile. Some spent long years in prison. But there is a surprising degree of convergence between their recollections of Castro as a schoolboy and his own reminiscences in old age. As a teenager he had been subject to conflicting influences. He had a mother who was warm, extrovert and loving, always ready to support and defend him. But he had been taken away from his home at an early age and spent many years in the environment of an all-male boarding school, where he learned to be hard and emotionally self-reliant.

With Mirta, Fidel was usually loving and protective, in a courtly Spanish manner. It soon became apparent, however, that his personality and lifestyle were highly unsuited to married life. Like many idealistic and charismatic people, he was at the same time monumentally egocentric. He could wax indignant about the downtrodden and oppressed in general, while showing no concern for the sensibilities of the particular people closest to him. He often failed to turn up to meals at home, preferring to spend his evenings at the Ortodoxo party headquarters or in cafeterias frequented by fellow students. If he did come home, he would often bring a bunch of political followers, and expect Mirta to cater for them. If he had money, he would spend it on his political projects rather than on his wife and home.

Castro maintained the contempt for money which he had shown as a student. At home in Oriente his father owned virtually everything and he could simply take or borrow what he wanted. When he needed to buy something he asked his father for money, but felt little gratitude when he received it. At school the Jesuits had taught that it was spiritual values that mattered and that worldly goods were a snare and delusion. At the university he had spent much of his time denouncing the greed of money-grubbing politicians, unscrupulous businessmen and exploitative landowners.

Castro may have been privately pleased at Batista’s coup. He had for years been advocating the revolutionary path to power. It would be easier to justify the violent overthrow of a military dictator than of a democratically elected government, however flawed.

The head of the Caribbean desk in the State Department said that many people thought Batista was a son of a bitch, but American interests came first: “At least he is our son of a bitch.”

He was especially infuriated by Americans who referred to the condemned men as “Batista supporters”, implying that support for Batista was their only crime. “We are not executing innocent people or political opponents. We are executing murderers.” He accused the Americans of hypocrisy, saying that Batista did not give his opponents any sort of trial: he just had them killed, and there were no protests in the United States. “They did not write against the dictator, because the dictator was nothing more than the servant of their economic interests. Who are they to protest, who had war criminals in their service?”

After nine months in power, Castro had made a lot of enemies. He went everywhere with a team of bodyguards. Even his closest associates seldom knew where he intended to spend the night. His security services were receiving numerous reports of plots to kill him. Groups of anti-Communist rebels, some supported by the CIA, had established guerrilla bases in the mountains of central Cuba. Thousands of middle-class people, including much-needed doctors, engineers and other professionals, were moving to Florida, hoping and expecting to return when the disastrous Castro government collapsed.

Brazilian observer made a speech obliquely but clearly criticizing Cuba for interfering in the affairs of other countries. Qaddafi applauded the Brazilian loudly. But now Castro played his trump card. He had once been well disposed to Israel, and an admirer of its military prowess. But Israel’s treatment of the Palestinians, and its ever-closer alliance with the United States, had led him to change his mind. He now stood up and announced that Cuba was breaking diplomatic relations with Israel. It was a dramatic gesture of solidarity with the Arab countries. Qaddafi rose and embraced Castro warmly. From then on they were friends. No East European country had broken relations with Israel. So perhaps, Qaddafi no doubt thought, Castro was non-aligned after all. In justifying his condemnation of Israel, Castro would always start by emphasizing that he felt no hostility towards the Jewish people:

inks with Cuba fifteen years earlier had mostly restored at least commercial ties. Presi

We repudiate with all our strength the ruthless persecution and genocide that Nazism unleashed in its time against the Jewish people. But there is nothing more similar in contemporary history than the eviction, persecution and genocide being carried out by imperialism and Zionism against the Palestinian people. Piece by piece the Palestinian lands, and territories belonging to neighboring Arab countries, have been seized by the aggressors, who are armed to the teeth with the most sophisticated weapons of the United States arsenal. United Nations resolutions have been contemptuously ignored or rejected by the aggressors and their imperialist allies. Can anyone doubt that the United States plays a fundamental role in preventing a just settlement in the region, by aligning itself with Israel, by supporting it, by working towards partial solutions that favor Zionist objectives, and by safeguarding the fruits of Israeli aggression at the expense of the Palestinian people? Castro’s change of position on Israel looked to many people in the West like cynical opportunism. But most Arabs, like Qaddafi, welcomed the change without worrying too much about Castro’s reasons or motives. Castro made the most of his new popularity in the Arab world. He flew from Algiers to Baghdad, before continuing to India and Vietnam. In New Delhi he heard that in Chile Allende had been overthrown and killed in a military coup.

Castro felt vindicated in his view that to achieve socialism in Latin America without an armed revolution was virtually impossible. The military caste, trained in the United States and backed by the CIA, would always act to bring down a socialist government,

With Castro consolidated in power, and the economy growing, many Americans began to question whether there was any point in maintaining the trade embargo against Cuba.

The Latin American countries which had followed the United States lead in breaking ldent Nixon said: “There will be no change towards that bastard while I’m President.” But Nixon was forced to resign over the Watergate scandal. The more pragmatic President Ford, and later President Carter, were willing to look at the possibility of normalizing relations with Cuba.

Applying double standards: Through the International Monetary Fund, they demanded that other countries must eliminate their budget deficits, while themselves running the world’s biggest budget deficit. Belonging to the world’s only superpower, they took it for granted that their way of life was superior to all others, and that they were helping humanity by spreading their own values and methods. With rare exceptions, they felt no need and no incentive to find out about other countries and other cultures. They shut themselves off from ideas or information which challenged their comfortable assumptions. “They are afraid of ideas, of words, they are afraid of the truth.” The US Congress was constantly insisting that more information should be broadcast from the United States to Cuba, by television as well as radio. But it was the Americans who needed information. “It is the most ill-informed population in the world. Statistics and surveys show that a huge number of Americans do not even know where Latin America is, nor what are the capitals of Mexico or Brazil, and they confuse Argentina with Brazil, Brazil with Colombia, and so forth. There is generalized ignorance. They know nothing at all about Cuba, but they want to inform us!”

The Hidden History of the Korean War, 1950-1951 by I. F. Stone

 

The Hidden History of the Korean War, 1950-1951 (Forbidden Bookshelf Book 10)

by I. F. Stone

Right wing radical Republicans had been searching since the Hoover days in the early 1930’s for a war to propel their man Eisenhower along with his like minded cronies Nixon, the Dulles brothers, Earl Butts and their rabble rousing Joe McCarthy spewing anti-communistic hate mongering rhetoric. If you don’t vote Republican you are a commie!

Ironically the Korean War would begin a long string of military defeats making World War Two the last war the Americans would win.

I truly found this fascinating factual historical book an intriguing and enlightening look inside the political forces that moved America with poisonous personalities. NATO and the United Nations locked horns with Soviet Russia and Red China leading the Americans to discover they no longer had military supremacy.

Excerpts:

The major conflicts that the United States has fought since 1945, the Korean War is the least understood, the most likely to be “forgotten,” and the most important one of all. It was the occasion for Pentagon spending to reach its highest point during the Cold War, and for establishing hundreds of American military bases on a world scale; it was the crisis that created the national security state at home and at large, including a permanent standing army for the first time in American history; and the prosecution of the war stabilized a containment doctrine that had been under attack, if only because China intervened and demolished the American attempt to overthrow the North Korean regime. The Korean War is also the longest-lasting of American conflicts. Some twenty-five thousand US combat troops arrived in Korea in September 1945 to set up a three-year military government, and today, nearly seventy years later, twenty-eight thousand American soldiers remain in the South.

The British were curious to know how the Russians got so much more power out of this engine than the British did. “How have the Russians,” the question was put, “obtained such high performance from a centrifugal flow engine?” The Manchester Guardian’s aviation correspondent was quoted as asking how the Russians had managed to “fly at the speed of sound” with such an engine. Aviation Age had warned, in its special Russian survey number, that “the industrial-technical gap between the U.S.A. and the USSR is not as great as some Americans think.”

The subsonic bombers on which the American military had depended for delivery of the atom bomb in a future war against Russia were indefensible against jet interceptors flying at or above the speed of sound.

I. F. Stone (1907-1989) was an American journalist and publisher. After working at the New York Post, the Nation (as editor from 1940-1946), and PM, he started his own journal, I. F. Stone’s Weekly, in 1953. This publication notably covered the New Deal, McCarthyism, the birth of Israel, and the Vietnam War. In 1999, I. F. Stone’s Weekly was voted the second-best print-journalism product of the entire twentieth century in a poll of fellow reporters. Stone also published more than a dozen books and was considered one of the most influential journalists of the post-war period.

The Robber Barons: The Classic Account of the Influential Capitalists Who Transformed America's Future by Matthew Josephson

 

Book Review - Five Stars

The Robber Barons: The Classic Account of the Influential Capitalists Who Transformed America's Future (Harvest Book) by Matthew Josephson

This book explores America’s explosive growth and expansion beginning with the Industrial Revolution when the Erie Barge Canal made New York the Empire State and the money grabbers found that it was far cheaper to buy politicians than to pay taxes or employees making New York City the shyster capital of the planet.

I positively loved the author’s amazing collection of rags to riches financial roller coaster rides. It is compiled in perfect historical sequence detailing the unremitting wealth scavenging of those who would never have enough.

Excerpts:

Five trunk lines now plied between the Atlantic and the Great Lakes at Chicago. Numerous “middle railroads” radiated out of Chicago across the Rocky Mountains, four additional transcontinental lines were virtually completed to the Pacific Coast in the same decade, which saw the laying of over 70,000 miles of track.

During a generation, the natural impulses of the railroad barons, as of the captains of industry, led them to set upon each other, with sandbag or in ambush. With the levers of giant machines in their hands they would effect destruction, dispersion and anarchy, engulfing the millions of citizens over whom they had power of life and death.

Limited in their capacity of enjoyment and bored, yet prompted to outdo each other in prodigality, the New Rich experimented with ever new patterns or devices of consumption. In the late 70’s, the practice of hiring hotel rooms or public restaurants for social functions had become fashionable. At Delmonico’s the Silver, Gold and Diamond dinners of the socially prominent succeeded each other unfailingly. At one, each lady present, opening her napkin, found a gold bracelet with the monogram of the host. At another, cigarettes rolled in hundred-dollar-bills were passed around after the coffee and consumed with an authentic thrill. One man gave a dinner to his dog, and presented him with a diamond collar worth $15,000. At another dinner, costing $20,000, each guest discovered in one of his oysters a magnificent black pearl. Another distracted individual longing for diversion had little holes bored into his teeth, into which a tooth expert inserted twin rows of diamonds; when he walked abroad his smile flashed and sparkled in the sunlight. As the years pass new heights of fantasy and extravagance are touched…

...The organization of “conspicuous waste” by the owners of masses of money may be said in fact to have had a clear economic justification. Yet to effect a redistribution of wealth in this fashion was a stupendous and well-nigh impossible task which was never to be completed.

Captain's Wife by Abby Jane Morrell

Book Review - Five Stars 

Captain's Wife by Abby Jane Morrell

A remarkable memoir of sailing before the age of steam vessels, 1829-1831.

Excellently written, extremely informative and filled with thoughtful insightful philosophy. I loved the author’s remarkable observations and her extraordinary ability to paint pictures with her words. A worthwhile read.

Excerpts:

How wondrous are laws of nature, that the tree and plant should drink up the poisonous part of the air in the night, and breathe it out a balmy restorative in the morning!

The East India Company, whatever politicians may say about “monopoly” and “exclusive privileges”, has done more to make safe the navigation of eastern waters than all the world besides. Governments are not generally disposed to do much for the general interest, and our own has hardly made a chart for the navigator. I was mortified that in every country we visited, we sailed by charts of other nations, even leaving New York by an English chart. Nor had we any books on board written by our countrymen, giving particulars of these areas, although I understand one or two volumes have lately been issued upon this subject, but I have not seen them, and we had nothing of the kind when we sailed. It was to English books only we had recourse!

This was the era of naivety as to the earth's seemingly endless bounty:

The whale fisheries in all parts of the world, although they furnish no small part of man’s food yet there is no diminution of the stock. These great fish are no doubt diminished, but it is not in the power of man to destroy their race which, according to the best accounts, produce ten thousand, and even a million yearly, while millions of the cod are caught annually off the northern shores of America, without a diminution having ever been perceptible.

Our great mathematician, Dr. Bowditch (although considered greater in Europe than in America), performed many long voyages from the United States to India, and always having with him good officers, had leisure to go through those long and difficult calculations which have since laid the foundation of his fame. Every person at sea is constantly reminded of him, as his Navigator is on every officer’s table.

As eternity is beyond time, so are these subjects beyond those that lie in our pathway through life.

Theodore Roosevelt Autobiography by Theodore Roosevelt

 

Theodore Roosevelt Autobiography by Theodore Roosevelt

Theodore Roosevelt was an outstanding, self motivated, determined, resolute, genuinely honest, unbiased, fair minded and an All-American icon.

Theodore grew up in New York City, then the shyster capital of the world entrenched in Tammany Hall political cronyism, and corruption where he quickly learned the lesson of what not to do in government. I loved this story of his learning experiences as he worked his way up from local government to state and federal step by step, building experience and gaining priceless knowledge using personal profiling from the bottom up to the presidency.

Excerpts:

He also gave me a piece of advice that I have always remembered, namely, that, if I was not going to earn money, I must even things up by not spending it. As he expressed it, I had to keep the fraction constant, and if I was not able to increase the numerator, then I must reduce the denominator. In other words, if I went into a scientific career, I must definitely abandon all thought of the enjoyment that could accompany a money-making career, and must find my pleasures elsewhere.

My experience in the Police Department taught me that not a few of the worst tenement-houses were owned by wealthy individuals, who hired the best and most expensive lawyers to persuade the courts that it was “unconstitutional” to insist on the betterment of conditions. These business men and lawyers were very adroit in using a word with fine and noble associations to cloak their opposition to vitally necessary movements for industrial fair play and decency. They made it evident that they valued the Constitution, not as a help to righteousness, but as a means for thwarting movements against unrighteousness. After my experience with them I became more set than ever in my distrust of those men, whether business men or lawyers, judges, legislators, or executive officers, who seek to make of the Constitution a fetish for the prevention of the work of social reform, for the prevention of work in the interest of those men, women, and children on whose behalf we should be at liberty to employ freely every governmental agency.

Americans learn only from catastrophes and not from experience.

My Life and Work by Henry Ford

Book Review - Five Stars

My Life and Work by Henry Ford

Henry Ford was a self-made man, philosophical thinker of exceptional intellect with self-motivated determination who strived for and achieved perfection. He considering his workers, and at the same time his perspective buyers. A true American icon.

I loved the book and the inspiring resoluteness of character...Henry Ford was a one of a kind phenomenon. A great must read book.

Excerpts:

“Russia will have to go to work,” but that does not describe the case. The fact is that poor Russia is at work, but her work counts for nothing. It is not free work. In the United States a workman works eight hours a day; in Russia, he works twelve to fourteen. In the United States, if a workman wishes to lay off a day or a week, and is able to afford it, there is nothing to prevent him. In Russia, under Sovietism, the workman goes to work whether he wants to or not. The freedom of the citizen has disappeared in the discipline of a prison-like monotony in which all are treated alike. That is slavery. Freedom is the right to work a decent length of time and to get a decent living for doing so; to be able to arrange the little personal details of one’s own life.

When a man is master of his own sphere, whatever it may be, he has won his degree, he has entered the realm of wisdom.

Perhaps no word is more overworked nowadays than the word “democracy,” and those who shout loudest about it, I think, as a rule, want it least.

2021: John M. (Bing ) Grimsrud a brief personal profile

 

I live with my wife of 51 years, Jane, in our ecologically friendly home of our own design in Mérida, Yucatan, Mexico. Being minimalists and choosing to live with nature we have no motor vehicles, exclusively using bicycles, no insecticides or commercial food additives. Our home with its jungle garden is all natural with indigenous vegetation. The compost environment provides us with fresh 100% natural tropical eats year round.

We have three Mexican children, Guero Alex 46, Lupita 43, and Grisel 37. They have given us 6 entertaining spirited grandchildren ranging in age from 21 years to 2.

Jane and I have led an adventuresome and rewarding life of diverse traveling and educationally rewarding experiences by bicycle, canoe, sailboat, shrimp boat, camper van, cruise ship, freighter, train and airplane. We have lived in Wisconsin, South Carolina, Florida, Texas, and Yucatan, Mexico. Touring across, Canada, the United States, Mexico, the Caribbean Islands, and extensively across Europe from Norway and Sweden to Spain and Portugal plus from England and Ireland to the former East Block countries with annual tours averaging from three and five months.

Our various adventures and travels required expanding our knowledge base. Here is a brief list of some of those cognitive enhancement of learning we acquired: business management, architectural design, structural design, electrical/electronics both commercial and industrial, metallurgical properties, machine tool operations, cutting, welding and brazing, seamanship, boat handling, three semesters of sailing, coastal navigation, celestial navigation, atmospheric phenomenons, basic survival at sea, cabinet making, carving and joinery, diesel engine operations, seafood procurement and preservation, heating and cooling/residential and commercial, ceramic tile/carpet instillation, philosophy/personality profiling, history studies/American, Mexican, European, Viking and family. Our quest for knowledge is ongoing.

Still keeping physically active at 80 years of age and Jane at 76. we continue to bicycle every day. Ten years ago were were still averaging 40 to 60 miles of biking daily and gray hair was just beginning.

We are very happy to be quarantined together in our tropical sanctuary home with never a dull moment.

Books and blogs generated by our travels and studies:

Books available on Amazon.com, both digital and paper

Dursmirg travel series:

Sailing Beyond Lake Superior

Sailing the Sea Islands

Sailing the Florida Keys

Sailing to St. Augustine

Yucatan travel series:

Yucatan’s Magic

Yucatan for Travelers

Jane’s historical books:

Looking for a New Frontier, by Jane Pearson Grimsrud

Brule River Forest and Lake Superior, by Jane Pearson Grimsrud.

Our blogs:

Bingsbuzz

Note about our reading: Jane and I are avid readers averaging more than a book a week plus listening to audio books every night in our hammocks. I publish book reviews of books that I deem worthy of a five star rating and post them on my bingsbuzz blog.

Yucatan by Bicycle

Bicycle Yucatán – Yucatán’s Magic

Life of Secotan

In 1947 on the banks of Albemarle Sound at Manns Harbor, North Carolina and a short distance from Kill Devil Hills, the spot of the Wright brother’s historic flight, a very special creation was brought into this world. West of town in a canal next to the old ice plant, Clarence Holmes contracted Belove Tillet to build a forty two-foot party boat.

Manns Harbor, North Carolina; the post office where the postmistress, Inez Gibbs gave us the information on the building and history of the Secotan. The builder of the Secotan was a half brother to Inez Gibbs’ grandfather.

Manns Harbor fish docks where the Secotan docked.

The boat was built “by the rock of the eye”, with special care as it was designed to spend its life in and out of the most treacherous inlet on the East Coast of the United States, Oregon Inlet at Cape Hatteras. The talent that went onto this special vessel can only be appreciated by a person that has piloted it through the crashing seas of a deadly raging and unforgiving inlet…like a little duck in love with the water, the Secotan bounces and bobs along in the wildest of torrents…trust me for I have been there.

The Secotan had a long record of service, and at the federal museum at the Cape Hatteras lighthouse you will find, to this day, a photo of this vessel. The only place I was able to find this name Secotan was in North Carolina and it was the name of a local Indian tribe. 

After many years of service and several owners, the boat was outfitted with a 671 Detroit diesel engine and a three to one reduction gear. It was double rigged to shrimp fish with power take-off, winches and electronics. All were installed and this little legend lived on.

It is an interesting mystery how this wonderful creation came into our lives…for many years passed and Mac Mcleod and his wife from North Carolina were living aboard and fishing the winter season in Tampa bay when they got to know an old friend of Jane and mine named George Tappin.

Mac and Audrey Mcleod the previous owners of Secotan onboard in St. Augustine, Florida 1982.

A quick background of George Tappin:  Jane and I met him when we were delivering brand new seventy-five foot shrimp trawlers manufactured in St. Augustine, Florida back in the early nineteen seventies. George had no formal education and grew up in the wild backwaters of the St. Johns River at Manderin when north Florida had no roads and transport was by boat or horseback. As a child his parents lived in a log cabin, his mother from the state of Maine and his father from Barbados in the Caribbean Islands.

George’s father owned and operated a freight boat that plied the St. Johns River and it was the only real link to the outside world, which was Jacksonville. George got his early boat handling experience on his father’s freight boat with frequent stops in the wooded outback of this wild frontier. As George got older he got his living from the water by fishing and carrying freight and passengers up and down the river. As a young man in prohibition days he did the natural thing and went into production…George loved cars and women.  Later in life he confessed to me that women had gotten the first half of his life and that GM had the rest.

This is the humble backwoods home where George Tappin was born and grew up. The house was almost 150 years old when I took this picture back in the 1980s.

This colorful person was as natural on the deck of a boat as a naval commander. He gave Jane and I our first experience on a shrimp boat as we worked side by side with him our first winter in Florida.

On my first day out with George on his boat, the Terry, which was a fifty-five foot converted World War II mine sweeper, we went offshore of St. Augustine, Florida to trawl for shrimp…would you believe it, he actually had seven bilge pumps and all failed. Yes, he at the last minute made a provisional bilge pump by shutting off the seacock to the engine cooling system and diverted the pickup hose to suck the bilge water and we beat a hasty path back to the dock.

George Tappin’s shrimp boat, Terry in St. Augustine, Florida.

George Tappin aboard the Terry.

On my second time out with George, my wife, Jane, came along and her comment after a few minutes was that she felt bad that she had wasted so many years in an office when she could have been here. Well, as the nets were going overboard I happened to notice that sparks were flying off the starboard block at the top of the outrigger. I told George and although we were rolling in a heavy sea he quickly climbed to the end of that outrigger boom with a hammer in one hand and a grease gun in the other…a difficult task for a young healthy and strong man in a calm harbor. Up and out he went as the boat pitched and rolled violently, one second he was directly overhead and forty feet up over the deck and the next second he was plunged below the breaking seas. At that moment I knew for sure that I had never met such a powerful person as George.

George Tappin’s boat Terry heading out to sea to start the fishing day.

My job on the back deck was to assist in hauling back the nets, and as each one was raised and swaying over head suspended in the rigging, I had to go under and find the trip line that was buried within the heavy covering that was used to conceal the catch from the hungry sharks. As the small end of this large funnel shaped net opened, it gushed with a strange and interesting collection of sea creatures kicking, snapping and bristling with spines.  The net was emptied, closed and returned to the sea. Next thing was to sort this living mass as it sloshed with each roll and pitch of the vessel. Well, in this mess was a seven-foot plus shark, leaping like a bucking bronco and snapping its mouth full of razor sharp teeth at everything in sight. I instinctively and instantly leaped up in the rigging and called out for George who had returned to the wheelhouse to throttle up and reset the autopilot. George came running with a large razor knife and with a leap he flew through the air and landed on the sharks back like a football player making a flying tackle. He next slit the underside of the shark from mouth to anus and the innards spewed out onto the deck. With that the shark seemed even more furious than before and took a mouthful of net and began violently shaking his head trying to snap off the net. George was back in an instant and this time with a hammer.  He made mush of the shark’s head. The shark dazed, slackened his vise grip hold on the net and George then tied a line to the shark’s tail, winched it high up in the rigging and as the boat rolled in the open sea this grisly thing with it’s head smashed in and it’s guts hanging out was thrashing violently as it swung overboard and into the sea…within ten seconds all of the sharks following our stern had this one completely devoured in a bloody caldron of boiling seawater. That was a sight etched into our memories and a lesson well learned about what happens in the wake of a shrimp boat…hang on at all costs!

The Terry with the empty trawl net ready to go back to fish again.

The Terry pulling in the full net with porpoises following.

Back to the Secotan story:

Some years later in the late 1970s Jane and I had just finished constructing a dock in Hospital Creek at a piece of property we were developing adjacent to the “fabled Fountain of Youth” in St. Augustine, Florida. The river, Hospital Creek, was the very same place that Ponce de Leon sailed up on April 2, 1512 in his quest for the Fountain of Youth on his first voyage. To this day you can visit the monument constructed there.

Well, our dock was a natural place for a commercial fishing vessel as we had enough water depth for the boat and the spot was protected from the weather. No bridges obstructed our entry to the ocean and in a few minutes we could make the passage from the dock to the sea buoy.

Jane and I had just about gotten a huge project that we had undertaken under control, which was the renovation of a twenty-six-unit apartment complex, so naturally we had our eyes open for the next adventure to come along. As our old friend George told us he was looking for a smaller fishing boat and a partner, we listened as he told us of his find.

On May 15, 1980, George, Jane and I found ourselves in St. Petersburg, Florida, where Jane and I got our first look at the boat that we had just bought, sight unseen, and only on the good faith of our friend. After a quick lunch and the signing of the transfer papers we took our new boat to the fuel dock and began our trip back to St. Augustine, some five hundred miles at ten knots of speed.

Out into Tampa Bay we went. Jane and I were no strangers to this place as we had made several trips there on boat deliveries, even though we are still impressed with the immense size of the bay. Looking across Tampa Bay is like looking out across the ocean, you cannot see the other side. As we went down the bay the Sunshine Skyway Bridge came into view. Just four days before a large ocean freighter coming up the bay in bad weather slammed into the bridge, and there before us was the collapsed bridge and the freighter still there with a large section of the bridge laying across its bow…a chilling sight, and a reminder that this could be a dangerous place.

Before we were able to get off of the bay we were stopped by the marine patrol to check our papers…we then took the “for sale” signs off the boat and weren’t bothered again.

A strange thing was that the previous week the price of silver had gone over $20.00 an ounce and I sold mine so the proceeds quickly were put to use in our new boat…very good timing and I was sure that I would derive a lot more fun out of the boat than I ever would out of owning the coins. (My coin collected began in grade school when I looked through $50.00 bags of pennies from parking meters every lunch hour.)

We had also gotten a partnership agreement drawn up by our mutual friend Sonny Weinstein…sure glad we did, as our partnership didn’t last as long as George had thought.

Our first night out we tied up at a very swanky restaurant and treated ourselves to an elegant feast.  We could have stayed the night right there but we quickly discovered that if we wanted the peace and quiet that we loved so much we would just have to head down the waterway to some quiet cove and drop the anchor…and so we did.

Our trip home was south through Sarasota Bay and Pine Island Sound and finally to Fort Myers where we were able to make our first turn towards the direction of home across the Okeechobee Waterway through five locks and across the big lake in the center of Florida, Lake Okeechobee. On the East Coast of Florida we came out at Stuart and were able to head north up through the Indian River, past Cape Canaveral, Daytona and home to our new dock at St. Augustine.

Secotan arriving at our dock in St. Augustine, Florida 1980. George Tappin is standing on the bow and Jane on the stern.

Secotan at our dock in St. Augustine, Florida and our 46’ sailboat Dursmirg.

It turns out that we had acquired some tenants with the purchase of the boat. When I got the different storage areas cleaned out the eviction began…rats! Next to sanitize and preserve the boat I sprayed a wood preserver called “Cupernol” into every crevice and crack with an exterminator’s sprayer. The result was utterly amazing…the next morning the decks were several inches thick with dead cockroaches. I was still not done with tenants; I found that living inside of the bilge were barnacles. It turns out that the boat leaked so badly that there was a steady stream of seawater entering, enough to sustain this colony. One of the first things that I learned in my boating career was that the water was supposed to be on the outside…to say nothing of the barnacles. I must admit that this was a first for me (barnacles inside the boat).

Numerous leaks were found and repaired, none were due to the boat or its construction, but rather things like through hull fittings that hadn’t been tended to in years. When I finished the bilge was actually dusty due to its dryness.

On one of our first fishing expeditions out of St. Augustine as Jane was out on the back deck she happened to notice small traces of oil coming out of our deck hose. She told George and I what she had found. Well, we soon came to the alarming conclusion that our vessel was half full of water and headed for the bottom. George looked at me and said “better head for the hill.” We immediately came about, picking up our rigs and made a rapid course for the inlet. It is far better to sink in shallow water than deep. We made the inlet, with our home and dock in sight and into water shallow enough to risk a slow down for a quick inspection of the bilge. I ran from the wheelhouse to the engine room and began pitching out floorboards…there it was, a rusted off coupling between the raw water pick up and the intake pump. With the engine running the suction was enough to hold the parts together…with the engine slowed the gushing water made a sizeable geyser. I told George to hold the coupling together and I went forward, gave the engine its full throttle and with a puff of black smoke we were off and going. On the way to the dock I had Jane retrieve an assortment of tapered plugs that I had come across when I was cleaning the boat out. The plugs are meant for temporary emergency repair of the hull.

When we were tied to the dock I wrapped the proper size plug with a rag and drove it into the raw water pickup and ran down the dock, got on my bicycle, went the two blocks to the plumbing shop, got the new part, came back and installed it and we were on our way back to the ocean and finished out the day fishing. Another strange coincidence was that just the day before I had reworked the electrical system in the bilge and had gotten both of our electric bilge pumps working…the first time both had ever been in service at the same time since we owned the boat.

 On the back deck of the Secotan, Jane pulls the “Try-net” onboard.

On the back deck; George Tappin sorting our catch. Shrimp and squid were the best money makers but the variety of living creatures was never ending and everything that came aboard had pinchers that pinched, teeth that snapped, spines that poked and even electric shocks that startled. 

A couple of other surprises came with the initial cleaning of the vessel. One was that a LP gas line running from the top of the wheelhouse to the bilge and on to the galley had a bad connection that when touched hissed heavily and could have sent us together with the boat to the moon. Also under the console at the forward part of the wheelhouse was located our autopilot plus a nightmare of wires twisted together and without insulation. I showed George and he said,” what’s wrong with that.”  Well, I just touched one of the wires and a blinding shower of sparks filled the cabin…case closed. So, all new insulated wires complete with fuse panel and current limiters were installed.

Secotan hauled out on a marine railway at Usina’s North Beach fish camp.

Secotan after haul-out and new paint job, berthed in our front yard in St. Augustine.

Jane and I quickly found that an ice machine was a must in this business, so we made the purchase of a unit that would produce seven hundred pounds a day. The man that sold it to us said that it wouldn’t produce seven hundred pounds a day unless we locked it up…he was right.

The quality of seafood deteriorates rapidly and it is never any fresher than when it is caught…aged fish is worthless.

 Jane and I had attended several seminars on commercial fishing and the treatment of the catch. Two things were stressed above all and they were; cleanliness and freshness. It takes one pound of ice for each pound of catch…we also found out that it took eight pounds of diesel fuel for each pound of catch, but that was another story.

Another thing that we did was to put in fuel storage facilities so that we could fill our fuel and meet out ice requirements at our own dock. We also found that it was to our advantage to anchor out every other night as to save precious fishing time during the height of the season.

Jane had decided to pick up the squid that we caught; George said it was a waste of time to bother with those “slimy little buggers”.  Jane replied that it was OK with her but that then the squid were hers. One cooler of shrimp weighted one hundred pounds but one cooler of squid weighted one hundred seventy five pounds. Well, as it turned out the squid turned out to be one of our best moneymakers.

Each night when we would anchor out we would receive a call on the radio from the bait shop asking how much squid we had and how much bait shrimp. In a few minutes a boat would arrive with big coolers and a check already made out to us…everyone was happy and Jane made her point. As it turned out the money that we received for the squid paid all of our fuel and maintenance expenses…thank you Jane.

We had a very good agreement with our partner George, he was to take care of all of the nets and rigging plus teach us the art of shrimping. As George loved to say, “you can’t learn it all in one day”…that was a profound statement that we learned over and over.

Another friend loved to say, “If you want to catch a shrimp you have to think like a shrimp”…another profound statement.  My job in all of this was to make sure that the boat was in top operating condition and provide a place to dock it.

After our first season George came one day and informed us that he wanted out. We knew that he hated to give up his way of life but we made out a check on the spot and paid him off. Well, we had just lost our fisherman and teacher…what to do?

We laid out a plan of action.  First we would go with camera, clipboard and tape measure and pick every brain and scrutinize every shrimp boat and fisherman between St. Augustine and Savannah. Our first stop was Standard Hardware Company at Fernadina Beach, Florida.  Billy Burbank is a legend in his own time and also the brains behind the net shop there. Billy is a walking encyclopedia of facts on the shrimp industry. Besides knowing all of the fishermen and the names of all of the boats from Key West to the Carolinas he can tell you off the top of his head what type and size nets they all use.

Just to back himself up, he kept a card index with the information. This is a science that requires knowledge of the fishing habits of the fisherman, type of boat, size of rig, type of engine and power train and where it is used plus the type of shrimp they are after. Example: white shrimp fished in the fall require a balloon net and brown shrimp caught in the spring season require a semi- balloon net, each has a special cut and shape.

Oh, by the way!

This is a good time to explain just how this whole net thing works; pulled through the water by a cable extended from a boom and riding on the bottom of the ocean are two “doors”, in our case wooden panels thirty inches by sixty inches with a heavy steel ski-shaped skids running along the bottom. Attached symmetrically at the corners of these “doors” are four chains, all adjustable, these converge and are shackled together and attached to one side of the towing cable that is divided in two. The purpose of these “doors” is to hold the net against the bottom and at the same time using the force of the water it is being pulled through to spread the mouth of the net open. The adjustment of the chain lengths on the doors is crucial to make the net opening just right and not dig too deep into the bottom…a practiced eye on the wear pattern of the bottom of the “doors” will tell the story and thus tell just how to calibrate them. With the doors on both sides of the net opening it is spread and across the top are fastened floats to hold the top up and open. On the bottom is fastened a chain that weights it down and thus we have an opening.

Just ahead of the chain on the bottom is an other chain called a “tickler”, this lighter chain bounces along the bottom just ahead of the net opening, scares the shrimp into jumping and as the shrimp jumps off the bottom there is the net to snatch it up. At the trailing end of this funnel shaped net is a heavier portion known as the bag into which went the catch. Covering this portion was chafing gear consisting of lengths of rope looped and frayed at the ends to add bulk so as to keep it from wearing through on the ocean bottom and also to keep the sharks from attacking the catch within.

The procedure for putting this overboard and retrieving it is a story in itself and you won’t learn it all in one day.

The “bag” portion of the net is closed with a half inch braided rope tied in a loop and woven through the opening end of the net drawn tight, and overhand knotted so it can easily be undone by first tugging one side of the loop rope and next the other until the bag is slacked open and the catch is allowed to exit on to the deck from the net suspended overhead in the rigging. We witnessed several times porpoises clever enough to open the net…I still love them, maybe even more.

There was a third net called a “try-net”, small and independent of the other two. It was pulled back on board every fifteen minutes to sample the catch. In the small net we would multiply by approximately one hundred and come up with a good idea how the big nets were doing. Times, positions, results and notes were recorded in the ships log. On occasion we would discover the try net full of jellyfish…not good, as they only interfere with the catch and if the big nets are allowed to fill excessively the weight becomes unliftable. One week we replaced three snatch blocks that exploded in the rigging due to the extreme load. Another story too long for this article is the variety of catch that came on board and the surprise that came with it all. One example was when  a giant sea ray twelve feet across and almost two feet thick we loaded onboard our boat that was only twelve feet wide. Remember these were living things, and yes the ray was delivered back to the sea alive and unharmed and we hope still out there enjoying old age.

We never killed a sea turtle although our partner George used to say that they were nothing but a nuisance. Many a time a turtle of five hundred pounds or larger came out of out nets. We emptied our nets every hour or less and the turtles always came out alive, although some times groggy and needing a rest before we sent them back to their own environment. Some of the corporate owned boats unloaded their nets when the spirit moved them and most everything that came out of their nets was dead on arrival.

This turtle came out of our net and we gave him a rest on our back deck before returning him alive and happy to the sea.  The beer cans were also dragged up from the sea bottom.  The nets were always full of surprises….at times even dollar bills!

Jane and I were eager learners and our friends Greg and Mariann Vaccaro spent a day filling our minds with all that they knew…and that was a lot as they both had worked under the tutorage of one of the best in the business; Dominic Tringali owner of the Miss Joan, a sixty-eight foot fiberglass state of the art shrimp boat and he had spent a lifetime out to sea and was a real gentleman that shared his knowledge and was eager to help one and all. His knowledge was passed to Greg and Mariann and they were good enough to share it with us. We filled our minds and that helped us fill our nets…so many thanks!

Over the time that we owned the boat we were in a process of continuous upgrades. For example, our wheelhouse that was six plus feet wide on the inside and some fourteen feet long underwent many changes. The forward part was rounded with five ports (windows that dropped down to open) and was covered with a generous overhanging roof that kept out the rain and scorching sun. We painted it white and gave it an accent of Dutch blue to the trim and put on a protective cover of wood--grained Formica to the console, galley and dinette. All was highlighted with varnished tropical fruitwood.  Above the console was a twenty-four mile Decca radar that had excellent resolution and could distinguish different types of vessels and even depict waves breaking on the jetties, the only problem was that our repair bill brought the cost of operation up to about $25.00 an hour. The console top had our compass and gauges for the electrical and engine. Under the console was located our autopilot compass and drive motor plus the electrical fuses and current limiters. A fold down dinette table on one side with an Aladdin oil lamp above and mirror behind was across from the galley with its two-burner gas stove and salt-water sink…all was very compact and functional. Just aft was a double bed that served as a seat for one side of the dinette. The aft end of the wheelhouse cabin had sliding glass windows on three sides and the bed could be dissembled in less than a minute to expose the engine and engine room…many times hasty repairs were performed on the engine and we kept on going.

I always used to say about the Secotan, you could run the boat, cook in the galley and sleep in the bed all with one foot nailed to the floor.

Secotan tied to our dock in our front yard with lots of drop-in-company.

One nice sunny Sunday afternoon in the summer time we had just hauled our nets up and were headed for the inlet and we noticed on the radio lots of frantic conversation with the Coast Guard at Jacksonville concerning a capsized boat in the St. Augustine inlet. As we arrived on the scene we saw there was a capsized boat and men in the water. It was amazing that a dozen or more sport fishing boats were hovering about but not one was making the first attempt to pluck any of the survivors out of the water…it was like they were all standing around to witness someone drowning. Well, I took immediate action and left the marked channel with extreme caution through the ebbing spring current and kept an eye on the rise and fall of our vessel in the strong surge that lifted and dropped our vessel four to six feet with each passing wave. All the while we knew full well that one crash of our vessel on that hard packed bottom could be the last for our beautiful little boat. We managed to pick up the three survivors even though one was very heavy and weak, going into shock and had to be slung and winched onboard. We winched their sixteen-foot outboard boat up in the rigging very carefully as not to pull it to pieces as it was awash and full of water.

When we came about and started our careful trip back to the channel one of the survivors wanted us to go back for some of their possessions bobbing in the breakers. They still had absolutely no idea of how close they were to death and had not really grasped the gravity of their situation.

I called the Florida Marine Patrol on the radio to have them rendezvous with us inside the inlet and pick up the survivors; they wanted us to take the survivors to the nearby boat ramp…that was impossible because we were just too large a vessel to enter that channel.

That night we anchored and the next morning when I hit the starter button found that all our batteries were dead. Not one single boat would stop to help and we were with out a radio as well because of the dead batteries…I spent the day rowing the batteries in to our dock, charging them and rowing back. Jane had to stand by the boat the whole day.

This was a very good lesson in what to expect when you have boating problems and although we were thanked and remembered for many years after by the survivors I could remember only one person that ever came to our assistance and that was Dominic Tringali on the shrimp boat  Miss Joan. He offered help to us several times when we were in distressful situations.

One winter after we had sold our apartment complex and felt the need for an escape we put our bicycles on board, cast off and headed on a five month sojourn down the East Coast and over to St. Petersburg, Florida. We went slow, saw all of the sights along the way plus took the time to stop and visit many of the friends that we had cultivated back in our cruising days aboard our forty-six foot motor sailing yacht  Dursmirg.

As a commercial fishing vessel we were given a slip to tie our Secotan at Pinellas Sea Foods, a division of Red Lobster, in downtown St. Petersburg. It was great. We put our bicycles ashore, plugged in the electric, got a post office box and proceeded to live a low stress high self-indulgent existence. We had lots of time to enjoy the concerts, the library and to explore to our hearts content. We did go back to St. Augustine for two weeks to finish a duplex we were having built and rent it out. And when fishing was slow we took off for three weeks for a vacation in the Yucatan peninsula of Mexico…that is another story.

As we retraced our steps back home in the spring we went at a slow and enjoyable pace and one of the highlights was a windstorm that we encountered at Hobe Sound south of Stuart.

Anchored behind a narrow piece of land close to the inlet we were secure with two anchors off the bow and one off the stern. We got a real sand blasting as the wind piped up to the point that it blew off our antennas and even threw the sea buoy up high and dry on the beach in front of us on the ocean side of the sand bar we were anchored behind…a snug harbor can be a priceless thing. As the radio announcer proclaimed on a local station…”if you are out in a boat today you are out of your tree!”

We started the shrimp season that spring but the catch was poor and it must have been worse other places as the usual fleet of St. Augustine shrimpers was now accompanied with many of the Georgia and Carolina shrimpers. The competition for this puny catch was too much and Jane and I both decided to put an ad in Boats and Harbors. The boat was sold July 28^th, 1983, the check cashed, and four days later we were on a jet headed to Europe to pick up our new VW camper van and tour there for four months.

The deal we made with VW included our insurance and license plates for Europe plus the shipping of the van back to the US.

Upon our return from Europe, we traded the van for a piece of waterfront property, built a house with the rest of the shrimp boat proceeds and rented it out for some years and eventually sold it and then carried the mortgage…so you see my childhood coin collecting and the wonderful little “Secotan” gave us much. And, from them we had many years of rewards and lots of fond memories.

This story contains the roots for many more stories and over time I hope to bring it all together, so stay tuned.

Sitting on the back deck while at Pinellas Sea Foods dock at St. Petersburg, Florida.

A thought about where the fishing industry is headed; as population grows; so grows the competition for the world’s resources. In 1972 when we came to Florida there were seven million people, last count close to eighteen million. The new residents all want to have their own garden spot in the sun and they all march down to the shopping center and purchase all sorts of bug sprays, weed killers and lawn chemicals…years ago the impact wasn’t too profound but when you stop to consider that all of the inventory in all of the supermarkets is sold out and renewed every three weeks on average the problem starts to become obvious. All of the new home construction in Florida is required to be chemically treated. All apartment houses must be exterminated each month. And all homes with mortgages must be under bond to be commercially exterminated. Of course this doesn’t mention the fact that the huge agriculture industry pours millions of tons of lethal chemicals on also. Now consider this; each time you see it rain, all of these exotic chemicals designed to do nothing else but kill are running directly into the water that is the aquifer and the water that is the life blood of all of our marine life.

We all in the end are the final filter of these toxins and are at the top of the food chain.

Something must change if we, the people of this planet, wish to enjoy seafood in the future. Fish farming is a start and soon will be a must…eight pounds of diesel fuel for one pound of shrimp just isn’t acceptable anymore.