MillieMac's husband sent this over to me, and a couple other great
pics, scanned from postcards that he's had for decades. These are
old enough that even I don't recognize the sail numbers.
This musty postcard from Sea Isle City shows what I
perceive to be as a small gaggle of Mothboats before
a start, with an attractive spectator in the foreground.
Gilford Park is east of Island Heights, on the Toms
River. Comets were a prolific class back in the day.
The hull says Sailfish, but the sail says knock-off.
Observe the Sunfish imposter Scorpion in the late
60's and early 70's.
Decades! Well done Baydog. He's now curious about this blog thing. "You'll have to show me how to get there sometime."
ReplyDeleteI feel like a kid again every time I go sailing.
ReplyDeleteBut the funny thing is - I never sailed when I was really a kid!
I sailed as a kid but the one time my old man made me race was what hooked me. Even though I didn't know it at the time.
ReplyDeleteBut, like Tillerman suggests, every day you go sailing -- no matter how briefly -- lengthens your life by two days.
my wife was looking over my shoulder - we both love how you have such a family history of sailing. something to look forward to down the road, I guess.
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