Lorene McIntosh on mon 23 feb 04
That is waaaaaay cool Tony and oh so ponderous. Thanks for sharing it.
Lorene
On 2/23/04 8:20 PM, "clennell" wrote:
> When I was a little boy of 6 I got a battery operated boat that you had to
> set the rudder for it to return to you. It was early april and the ice was
> just off the pond at my Uncles's pottery. My boat quit and i tried to reach
> it with a stick. It sank. My dad a civil servant tried to get it with a big
> branch. The water got all cloudy and no luck. A friend of my dads a
> professor of engineering saw an overhanging branch and thought he'd use his
> fishing line and hook to swing over the branch and hook my boat. Many close
> attempts but no luck. My uncle Jimmie the potter stripped to his undies and
> went in the frigid water and rescued my boat. He became my hero. This is the
> story of being a potter. There is no easy way. Sometimes you have to strip
> to your undies and endure the cold.
> I miss ya Uncle Jimmie and thanks for saving my boat.
> Cheers,
> tony
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clennell on mon 23 feb 04
When I was a little boy of 6 I got a battery operated boat that you had to
set the rudder for it to return to you. It was early april and the ice was
just off the pond at my Uncles's pottery. My boat quit and i tried to reach
it with a stick. It sank. My dad a civil servant tried to get it with a big
branch. The water got all cloudy and no luck. A friend of my dads a
professor of engineering saw an overhanging branch and thought he'd use his
fishing line and hook to swing over the branch and hook my boat. Many close
attempts but no luck. My uncle Jimmie the potter stripped to his undies and
went in the frigid water and rescued my boat. He became my hero. This is the
story of being a potter. There is no easy way. Sometimes you have to strip
to your undies and endure the cold.
I miss ya Uncle Jimmie and thanks for saving my boat.
Cheers,
tony
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