We wanted to do that

We wanted to be the one who climbed up there - way to the tip top - affixing a tell tale .....

Good bye Tall Ships. Thanks for the opportunity to dream the dreams of the sea and bask in your adventures and daring do.

You are welcome in our store and our town and particularly in our lives.

Anytime.

Master and Commander

Just a picture and some music. I suspect with the Tall Ships coming over Memorial Day you can fill in the blanks pretty easily.

If you grew up in the middle west or anywhere away from the ocean for that matter, you probably dreamt of being a cowboy or a frontiersman; Davey Crockett, Roy Rogers or 'la Longue Carabine".  Locally it might have been Long John Silver or Captain Kidd; John Paul Jones if you were a goody-two-shoes of sorts and didn't like a pirate's patch.

Regardless, this is a swell event to think about, rigging, flags fluttering, wooden decks that clump and hulls that creak with the waves.

Sailing sailing....

This lad's father, Mr. H. Cook, ran a fish store here in Greenport and this is his son, H. Cook Jr. or so the photo is labeled. We are guessing  1910 or so but who would know.  Not a water skier in sight.

We are trying to figure out exactly where this picture is set - obviously Shelter Island is in the background and the boathouse and loading docks to the right don't give much of a clue as we found in looking at other pictures of the area; we can't quite place it although one hunch is near where the Ferry lands now. Just not enough clues but we are betting that is Derring Harbor back there.

The model boat is pretty amazing and hardly a toy but a labor of love that took weeks if not months to produce.

Next Memorial Day, Greenport Harbor might be visited by some Tall Ships - the real deals and they will be available for "play" but perhaps not as much boyish fun as Mr. Cook Jr. might be enjoying.  The end, however, will be the same...adults looking at magical wind driven ships and instant flashes of imagination with pictures of wind blowing over rushing waves, foam, snapping sails and the creak and groan of taught lines.