Passat, sister of Parma, Pamir and Pommern.

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7 Responses to Passat, sister of Parma, Pamir and Pommern.

  1. Darin says:

    Ah…nice,a Clipper,I guess that was the end of the era of wooden ships and iron men?

    The Constitution was in the news the other day,going for a restoration.I hope the reproduce proper guns instead of the non-firing replicas.Would be nice to see a 21 gun salute from some proper 24 pounders :twisted:

    http://www.bostonglobe.com/metro/2014/08/29/constitution/gXHUp8ldurFNhlotOwt9HN/story.html

    • Darin says:

      Soo..upon further reading,later than a Clipper and Barque refers to the Barquentine rig.Fascinating,this should provide some readinghttp://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_good.gif

      • KG says:

        :grin: Cool.
        I used to have the whole collection of Basil Lubbock’s wonderful books about the clippers. My ex-wife “inherited” them and refused to return them.
        But the other day I was lucky enought to find his “Colonial Clippers” in a little secondhand book shop in a small country town. (at a ridiculously low price).
        If you’re interested I’ll post it to you, Darin.

  2. Ronbo says:

    When I was in school, many moons ago, and most American history teachers in High school were patriots, there was a poem we had to remember and quote if called upon by the teacher concerning the U.S.S Constitution, which was almost cut up for scrap except for a poem:
    ———
    “Old Ironsides” is a poem written by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., on September 16, 1830, as a tribute to the eighteenth-century frigate USS Constitution. Thanks in part to the poem, she was saved from being decommissioned and is now the oldest commissioned ship in the world still afloat.

    Aye tear her tattered ensign down
    long has it waved on high,
    And many an eye has danced to see
    That banner in the sky;
    Beneath it rung the battle shout,
    And burst the cannon’s roar;–
    The meteor of the ocean air
    Shall sweep the clouds no more.

    Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood,
    Where knelt the vanquished foe,
    When winds were hurrying o’er the flood,
    And waves were white below,
    No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
    Or know the conquered knee;–
    The harpies of the shore shall pluck
    The eagle of the sea!

    Oh, better that her shattered hulk
    Should sink beneath the wave;
    Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
    And there should be her grave;
    Nail to the mast her holy flag,
    Set every threadbare sail,
    And give her to the god of storms,
    The lightning and the gale!’http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_good.gif