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Boy does that bring back memories...

At my first deer camp with my dad..11 years old..

That song still sends chills up my spine to this day.
 

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My grandfather was supposed to be on that ship, but he ended up taking a job at a foundry down in Indiana instead and bailed out. That would have been in the late 60's, so who knows if he would have still been crewing in 1975. He loved being on the water though, so chances are good that had he taken the job he would be on the list of 29 souls that lost their lives that night.

I was pretty young at the time she went down, but still remember bits and pieces of the news coverage.
 

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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"

Gordon Lightfoot, 1976

R.I.P.
 

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the legend lives on from the chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "gitche gumee."
the lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of november turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "gales of november" came early.

The ship was the pride of the american side
coming back from some mill in wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of november come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the gales of november came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
at seven p.m. A main hatchway caved in; he said,
"fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
the captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of god goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made whitefish bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake huron rolls, superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below lake ontario
takes in what lake erie can send her,
and the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the gales of november remembered.

In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed,
in the "maritime sailors' cathedral."
the church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the edmund fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "gitche gumee."
"superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of november come early!"

gordon lightfoot, 1976

r.i.p.
awesome!!
 

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God bless all those men and the others who have lost their lives on the Great Lakes. The gales during this week of November are a sight to behold.
 

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My friends father was the co-captain who wasn't on duty that night but *borrowed* another ship to go after the boys but sadly we all know what happened.
 

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This is one of the best tribute videos to the Fitz that I've ever seen. Thanks for sharing!!!
 

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Thanks Sabre- great post and for the lyrics too Due. Not many writers take the time to write great songs like that any more

In honor of the crew.
 

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Thanks for the link.

I do get chills every time I hear that song.


Heres an interesting read from a meteorological perspective why the tragedy happened- and why it would most likely be avoided today:

http://whyfiles.org/shorties/067shipwreck/
 

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Today is the day to pay respect to those that lost there lives on the fitz.. My buddy has a pictures of the Fitz on the Saint Clair river a few months before she went down.. Cya Slick
 

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