April 30, 2006
"The lake, it is said..."
"...never gives up her dead when the gales of November turn gloomy."
Last night Husband and I watched a piece on The History Channel about the Edmund Fitzgerald. The story still gives me chills, especially since all 29 bodies are still down there.
I launched into Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" and Husband gave me a funny look and stated he'd probably heard that song maybe a dozen times, so he didn't know the words.
I asked him "Did you not have a radio in the seventies?"
How can one not know that song? My goodness.
"...fellas, it's been good to know ya."
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I heard that song way before I actually knew it was a true story.
Posted by: junebee at April 30, 2006 01:34 PM"Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours.
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized they may have broke deep and took water,
And all that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters."
Hell, the SONG still gives me chills:
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.