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11-10-75 The Church bell rang til it chimed 29 times...
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shooter521
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Indycar:v1.1
Shooter
Please under no circumstances involve Gordon Lightfoot!
I was not aware they brought up the bell. I knew they found her. I saw the pics.
Your 2 days early but oh well. If anyone gets a chance go to Paradise Michigan to the Great Lakes Shipwreck museum and they have some REALLY cool stuff in there. The Fitz sank about 17 miles off the coast of the Museum. Gorgeous area regardless. Also the Valley Camp boat in Sault Ste. Marie has part of one of the lifeboats from the Fitz. Shredded to bits. The Great Lakes are not something to be messed with.
Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum | Edmund Fitzgerald | - Great Lakes Shipwreck Historical Society
Steamship Valley Camp - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
In relation to the Fitz, todays date it was 100 years ago they had the largest storm on the Great Lakes.
Great Lakes Storm of 1913 - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum | Edmund Fitzgerald | - Great Lakes Shipwreck Historical Society
Steamship Valley Camp - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
In relation to the Fitz, todays date it was 100 years ago they had the largest storm on the Great Lakes.
Great Lakes Storm of 1913 - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
But but but .....
I will second that.
I can't find the story but during the bell raising (there was some controversy over it) that one of the wives when they were reading the names of the 29 men who died a butterfly landed on her arm. Now they were miles and miles off shore over the wreck and no reason a butterfly should be around there. She said she knew it was a sign that her husband (or dad/brother can't remember) was at peace and she was ok with it. I'm not one to say odd but that was an odd happening.
My next door neighbor had the beta max (or some sort of video other than VHS) of the original video from finding the Fitzgerald. Was cool and eerie to see.
A week from now I'll be sitting about 20 miles from Paradise waiting for deer season to open! Woohoo!
My next door neighbor had the beta max (or some sort of video other than VHS) of the original video from finding the Fitzgerald. Was cool and eerie to see.
A week from now I'll be sitting about 20 miles from Paradise waiting for deer season to open! Woohoo!
shooter521
Certified Glock Nut
The bell was raised in 1995, and a replica engraved with the names of the lost was installed in its place on the wreck.
littletommy
Grandmaster
It's odd the things a person can vividly remember from years ago....I remember the news cast from when this happened, probably the NBC nightly news, that's what my dad always watched.
Indy_Guy_77
Grandmaster
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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,
(*2010 lyric change: At 7 p.m., it grew dark, it was then 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!"
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,
(*2010 lyric change: At 7 p.m., it grew dark, it was then 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!"
Have skirted a hurricane or two and been in the North Atlantic enough to know exactly what they mean when "the waves turn the minutes to hours". There can't be too many more helpless feelings than that.
littletommy
Grandmaster
I'd guess the vast majority of folks who know anything about the Edmund Fitzgerald, probably know of it because of the Gordon Lightfoot song. Just a guess, like I said.....
Born and raised in Michigan's Upper Peninsula; I knew several people who worked on the boats; my father, brother, and everyone and their brother worked in the iron mines. The news of the Edmund Fitzgerald going down was huge. For a long time I changed the station whenever the song came on the radio, and still today get chills when I hear it.
Lake Superior is pretty incredible ...and quite unforgiving.
Lake Superior is pretty incredible ...and quite unforgiving.
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