tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post7188049088512249953..comments2024-03-27T10:30:15.253-06:00Comments on Standing Into Danger: The Lansdowne Letters: Stranded Fundy Bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-64093799014011307082018-04-27T07:03:20.198-06:002018-04-27T07:03:20.198-06:00Thank you for your explanation. Take gentle care. ...Thank you for your explanation. Take gentle care. Love love, Andrew.WordsPoeticallyWorthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05932809387878012226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-12274997119331599492018-04-24T15:27:55.601-06:002018-04-24T15:27:55.601-06:00Thank you so much for your encouraging words, Tere...Thank you so much for your encouraging words, Teresa! They are especially welcoming right now, as I'm working on Friday's post. It's always a process of tearing my hair out ~ LOL! I hope all is well with you!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-43313897533877457682018-04-24T15:11:49.735-06:002018-04-24T15:11:49.735-06:00Thanks, Stacy! It was an adventure. I wish I cou...Thanks, Stacy! It was an adventure. I wish I could have published the entire photo of my mother because she had gorgeous long slim legs, but somehow I couldn't do it because she was wading in her panties. Dad had handwritten "Ruff!" on the back of the photo. LOL I hope all is well with you! I'll be by shortly. It's been a nuthouse around here! Hugs to you!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-72763838235677894122018-04-23T14:07:41.733-06:002018-04-23T14:07:41.733-06:00I love the photos, the letters AND your writing ab...I love the photos, the letters AND your writing about this wonderful adventure of your family's.<br /><br />Teresa C.T. Powell Coltrinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02160774009926623671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-36201876329039204332018-04-22T16:34:20.797-06:002018-04-22T16:34:20.797-06:00What an adventure Louise! Wow! Scary! I love when ...What an adventure Louise! Wow! Scary! I love when you all went swimming! Your mom was beautiful! She looks like she was quite "hip"! Can't wait till next post! Big Hugs!Magic Love Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14133368208464734546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-64016642454805466632018-04-21T11:47:33.280-06:002018-04-21T11:47:33.280-06:00Hi, Dreaming! What a delight to see you! Algonqu...Hi, Dreaming! What a delight to see you! Algonquin Park is gorgeous. I'd love to see it again. Even today, Lansdowne House is the back of beyond. I hope all is well with you!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-75838958021136203912018-04-21T05:47:42.498-06:002018-04-21T05:47:42.498-06:00I love your father's prescience in asking that...I love your father's prescience in asking that his letters be saved... and now you are recording them. Your dad was a wonderful storyteller! Thanks for the maps. Wow! You guys were really in the back of beyond. I used to go to camp in Algonquin Park, and many of your photos bring back fond memories, but we weren't even close to Landsdowne House. Dreaminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02113432418609414054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-41690832790096662662018-04-20T20:30:16.316-06:002018-04-20T20:30:16.316-06:00Hi, Sage! I envy you your trip to the Dry Tortuga...Hi, Sage! I envy you your trip to the Dry Tortugas! I hope you have fun! Thanks for giving me your new link.Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-6637766365834959652018-04-20T20:13:46.275-06:002018-04-20T20:13:46.275-06:00Great story, as always. And I have a very similar...Great story, as always. And I have a very similar coffee pot and am taking it with me on a trip to the Dry Tortugas where I’ll perk Guatemalan coffee,<br /><br />I am now mostly using this website: www.thepulpitandthepen.com. Sagehttp://www.thepulpitandthepen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-19590093180208335762018-04-20T18:34:11.996-06:002018-04-20T18:34:11.996-06:00Hi, Pat! That was the hungriest I ever remember be...Hi, Pat! That was the hungriest I ever remember being in my life. Have a good one, my friend!<br />Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-92038764999125225742018-04-20T15:23:03.381-06:002018-04-20T15:23:03.381-06:00Now that is one picnic you will never forget. At l...Now that is one picnic you will never forget. At least it wasn't a weird island like Lost with no smoke monsters that you got stuck on haha Bet he was always prepared after that. You all must have got rather hungry too by the end of it.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-3266639582038855862018-04-20T13:54:05.720-06:002018-04-20T13:54:05.720-06:00You're right, Peggy. If Dad hadn't saved ...You're right, Peggy. If Dad hadn't saved the letters, I would be hamstrung in telling my story of our time in the north. I remember a lot, but it's the details like "Tim Wabasse's" canoe or the exact date that elude me. And of course, I have my father's exact phrasing and voice which helps me so much, especially since he died in 1984. What am amazing story about father and son you shared. People can be surprising in their resourcefulness under dire circumstances. I'm glad that they both survived. To this day, I keep my larder stocked, have extra coats and blankets in my car in the winter, and take extra food and water even on a road trip. I never forgot how hungry I when we were stranded on the island. Hunger was something we had never know! All the best to you and Don this weekend! Sending you love and hugs!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-59726749944275430672018-04-20T13:47:30.852-06:002018-04-20T13:47:30.852-06:00Being stranded can be scary, especially in a stran...Being stranded can be scary, especially in a strange place. I guess I'm not going to see you on "Survivor." (Me neither!) I hope that you and Daisy have a great weekend!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-22475595465597595782018-04-20T13:46:15.451-06:002018-04-20T13:46:15.451-06:00It was scary, Debra! It's going to be fun wri...It was scary, Debra! It's going to be fun writing my next post! I never got into building models, too ADHD for that. I remember that Dad's friend Duncan McRae loved to build model airplanes and always had one in the works. That was in the pre-glue sniffing days, at least the deliberate ones. Wishing you and your Rare One a happy weekend, and sending you a big hug!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-20319173524860825322018-04-20T12:57:14.324-06:002018-04-20T12:57:14.324-06:00Once again the family has another adventure. With ...Once again the family has another adventure. With each of his journal entries I admire you father more and more. He is so resourceful, wise, and calm in the most dangerous circumstances. And he really had forethought to ask that his letters home be saved. Without them you would not have this remarkable tale to tell. <br /> This brought to mind when a friends son in law took his Down's syndrome sun out on the skidoo at a nearby lake and didn't come home. He had engine trouble and had to swim and pull the skidoo to shore. He kept his son calm all the while. His wife got a lot of help and they finally located him by the fire he built using a spark from the battery of the skidoo. Sometimes when I complain about men I must hand it to them that they can handle dire situations much better than I ever could. Peggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16610347687911147219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-13616698492632010942018-04-20T12:41:18.401-06:002018-04-20T12:41:18.401-06:00My father never took us on a picnic trip like that...My father never took us on a picnic trip like that again ~ which speaks volumes about how much it affected him. We went on lots of picnic, but they didn't involve boats or extreme isolation. Have a great weekend!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-80012905883612023912018-04-20T12:38:39.961-06:002018-04-20T12:38:39.961-06:00Hi, Andrew! Yes it was a dangerous adventure and ...Hi, Andrew! Yes it was a dangerous adventure and more dangerous than my father let on in his letter to the relatives. Your question sent me on a merry chase, but I found out some interesting things. The temperature was about 10ºC/51ºF at 10 pm that evening at the Lansdowne House weather station. Not too bad, except when you're outside with no heavy clothes, hunkered around a fire, while your three younger sisters are sleeping under the picnic blankets sheltered from a steady 19 kmh/11mph wind under a huge tree root, and with rain threatening. LOL! We children were never allowed to drink coffee ~ That was for grownups! My mother gave me hot water to drink to warm up. Blessings back at you, and I hope that you had a great day! Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-59580561978473867552018-04-20T10:44:41.167-06:002018-04-20T10:44:41.167-06:00Hi, Jean! It was a small outboard. Your descript...Hi, Jean! It was a small outboard. Your description of your father using a small outboard on his dingy to get out to the 18-foot launch moored off the beach reminded me so much of "Uncle" Kelsey, his dingy, and sailboat in Smith's Cove, Nova Scotia ~ only the old green dingy was powered by oars. We would have been far more miserable without Dad's big fire. Mike and Milt joked that when they got close to the island and saw how big the fire was, they figured it had to be us because no Indian would build a fire that big. I have never forgotten the togetherness of the small community in Lansdowne House. We were all in it together! Hugs and love to you and Hugh! Enjoy your weekend!Fundy Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132147630106183853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-18409438734437457542018-04-20T08:56:19.900-06:002018-04-20T08:56:19.900-06:00The thought of being stranded always terrifies me ...The thought of being stranded always terrifies me beyond words. Especially the farther away from home it is. Adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08051255914419363819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-45250714629895262432018-04-20T07:58:34.545-06:002018-04-20T07:58:34.545-06:00Well, that was scary -- and it was the "clean...Well, that was scary -- and it was the "cleaned-up" version for the relatives! Waiting for the real dirt next week!<br /><br />And yes, I remember "airplane glue" for putting models together. It did have a strong, sweet smell but so long as you were in a well-ventilated place, it was okay. Kids always got the hairy eyeball from store owners when buying it, though.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-5558271019915434572018-04-20T05:28:38.314-06:002018-04-20T05:28:38.314-06:00That was quite the adventure. Bet your father neve...That was quite the adventure. Bet your father never left again without extra provisions.Alex J. Cavanaughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-79545152126074889972018-04-20T04:44:05.010-06:002018-04-20T04:44:05.010-06:00Greetings Louise. You certainly had a dangerous ad...Greetings Louise. You certainly had a dangerous adventure, and I'm glad you all survived to the tell the tale. Glad you found the help you needed. What are the night-time temperatures like at that time of year? I like 'coffee' too, and it would have helped to keep warm! Did you children get any to drink? In dire circumstances there becomes a need! An enjoyable read. Your Father was a good writer, as expressed within his letters. Blessings to you. Enjoy your day.<br /><br />Thank you. Love love, Andrew.WordsPoeticallyWorthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05932809387878012226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349947899983990762.post-28534856942504370332018-04-20T02:40:36.269-06:002018-04-20T02:40:36.269-06:003h.p.outboard, that is small, my Dad had an old 2....3h.p.outboard, that is small, my Dad had an old 2.5 hp. that he used on the dinghy to get out to where the 18 foot launch was moored off the beach. poor little engine huffed and puffed its way along. I can imagine your Dad, the worry, and so sensible to head for a beach, light a fire, and best of all, make coffee!!! Small communities show the togetherness at times like this,and what a sight, pitch black no doubt, and 25 minutes going home would seem a long time in rough water. Another wonderful episode of life up there. Nancy Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11854698513524662527noreply@blogger.com