The end of the summer

Halloo and greeting for everybody there.

Are your all still there? Do you know the poet: “home is the sailor and the hunter from the hills retuned,” Well I am at home now and the fall is retuned here, the weather turned cold and the wind blowing and howling every night.

To day is the sad day of that sombre and stormy September night in northern Baltic Sea, fifteen years ago, that terrible night could never be forgotten. I well remember the morning as the early TV news told the Ferry Estonia been sunken in that moment no one could imagined that the toll of that disaster have raise over 800 human lives.

There is not way to be understand that sort of human tragedy, hundred and hundred human souls fighting for their life in the night, in the ice cold water and even those few that survivor were rifting with the waves for seven hours.

This May Day, conversation between the vessels could light little the course of the events in that particular night, and cast light on the scene where the tragedy took palace. I very much wonder how little can other ships help or pick up men from the sea.


Harry

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlK_FFW8OeE&feature=related

Harry,


Forgive me,

Where is your home? I am not familiar with Nessebar Island.

I recall hearing about that but can't remember any details. What caused the ferry to sink?
Glad to see you back, Harry.

Hallo.
Alice. Finland,. was born in Finland.
Well, Dick, it was the ' so called fisire', the bow which is up when the ferry
is loading cars, it's like gate into ship. It fell apart and the water came in
fooling the car deck and coursing the vessel capsize.
harry

Hello, Harry,

I haven't been there.


Thanks for your answer and I am glad you are here again.

Come South--you will be warmer.

Thanks very much to wishing me aboard!

Thanks, Harry. I do remember now.

Hi Harry,

I remember this tragedy very well. There is a good report of the incident here:

http://ferriesdisasters.blogspot.com/2008/09/ms-estonia-previously-ms-viking-sally.html

The poet and poem:

Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.
Robert Louis Stevenson. 1850–1894
15. Requiem
UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you 'grave for me:	5
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill. http://www.bartleby.com/101/848.html

And Home from the Hill, by William Humphrey, is one of my favorite novels. It was made into a movie during the late 50's, starring Robert Mitchum and Eleanor Parker, and introducing two very young and totally beautiful actors named George: Hamilton and Peppard. The latter immediately became my new hero, replacing, I'm afraid (for a time, anyway) my first movie hero, Audie Murphy.

It is good to see you "home," Harry. We have missed your beautiful English.

Ann

Thanks for the link, Shelagh, and the reminder of the requiem.

Sad, very sad!