by Clive Mathison
BBC Spotlight gave out the great news on 19 December 2012 that the NMMC will be hosting the Tall Ships Festival in 2014. The NMMC volunteers who experienced the 1998 Tall Ships Festival which took place at Falmouth Docks will know what a wonderful event it was. Falmouth town was overflowing with people who came to view the Tall Ships as they gathered in Carrick Roads for the magnificent Parade of Sail.
Some of the tall ships that participated in 1998 were a Russian Training Ship, Mexican Training Ship and the Lord Nelson Training Ship. The Queen Elizabeth 2 (liner) visited Falmouth and Princess Anne fired the starting gun to commence the race.
One spectacular event that I will always remember was the white uniformed crew of the Mexican Tall Ship performing the 'Mexican Wave' salute for the Falmouth viewers together with their march through the town in ceremonial uniforms complete with dress swords.
I am sure we will all enjoy, and hopefully play a part in what NMMC will be participating in, the 2014 year Tall Ships Festival.
Monday, 31 December 2012
Thursday, 6 December 2012
NMMC visit to Cornwall Record Office
by Anne Pond
On 5 November a group of 14 staff, volunteers and NADFAS volunteers visited the Cornwall Record Office (CRO) in Truro. On arrival we were welcomed by Chloe Philips, the record office Learning Officer and her colleague Archivist Jenny. We were split into two groups, to be shown the strong rooms and the main search room where documents were laid out for us to view and handle; some we had requested and some suggested by Chloe and Jenny.
The Cornwall Record Office has 7 strong rooms. The first we entered held collections from many of the Cornish families and estates such as the Arundell’s of Lanherne, Tremayne’s of Heligan, Vyvyan’s of Trelowarren, and the recently acquired collection from the Enys family of St. Gluvias.
A further strong room held the Cornish Parish Registers. Before 1837 the collection is not complete. A few registers date back to 1538 when some parishes started to keep records of births, marriages and burials. The registers are used regularly by the public when tracing their family history. Because of this, most registers are now on microfiche which are available to use in the search room. We were also shown some of the largest documents held by the records office – nineteenth century ledgers from Harvey’s, the spine width up to about 18”.
A further strong room held Cornish school log books from the nineteenth-century which would make interesting reading. As Chloe commented, written in one school log book by a school inspector who had noticed that a classroom of children were whispering and giggling and not paying attention – no different to today’s classrooms! This strong room also held various court and prison records.
The CRO holds several thousand maps; a large number of mining maps of Cornwall which are still used by solicitors when checking for mining works in house conveyancing. The largest map held is a South West Water map. Too long to be taken out the normal way, if needed it can be carried out through the fire door – only when the weather is good! Also held are the Cornish Tithe Maps from 212 ancient parishes. They were produced between 1836-1846 when the church started to collect money for the rental of land, rather than receive payment in kind. The maps show roads, rivers and fields and give information on land ownership, size of farms, and age of buildings. The maps and the accompanying survey books are being digitised and available to access on computers, in the search room.
The oldest document, held at the CRO, goes back to the 12th century. It is written in Latin and is about the borough of Lostwithiel, still with the original seal.
In the search room we were given time to consult various archive material from a document of the seventeenth century on the siege of Pendennis Castle and various demands made at the time to a beautiful coloured map of the River Fal produced in 1597, showing the river from Truro and Tresillian down to Falmouth Bay. The map showed settlements, churches, ferries, sailing ships, Arwenack Manor and the castles of Pendennis and St Mawes. The map was drawn by the Italian mapmaker Baptista Boazio.
Other items of interest were:
• several oaths’ of Edward Angove made between 1806-1809 when he was deputy mayor and mayor of Falmouth; Edward was the GGGGGrandfather of one our group
• Navigation Exercise book by John Tregerthen Short (1785-1873), born in St Ives. In 1814, after several years at sea and captured by the French, he returned to St Ives where he became master of the St Christopher Hawkins Free School, a charitable institution for the education of poor boys. The principle subject taught was navigation. The book contains questions on trigonometry, traverse, parallel and Mercator's Sailing and also a description and use of the log, half a minute glass and compass and the method of finding the latitude and meridian altitude of the sun. Solutions were worked out with explanations, calculations, tables and diagrams
• Copy of a signboard displayed at Burton's Old Curiosity Shop, Falmouth with some rather amusing little ditties on it
• Will dated 1797 of Richard Bospednick, mariner, of Falmouth
• A parish register
• Diary of Eveline Cox (born 1879), daughter of Joseph G Cox, one of the partners owning Falmouth Docks. The diary begins in July 1894. Eveline was mainly concerned with her opinions of her own character and religious feelings. She writes about her widowed father, her brothers Alf, Ern and Gerald and sisters Ivey, Elsie, Alice, Winnie and Carrie. The diary finishes in 1909
• Merchant Shipping Registers showing Crew Agreements and logs of two ships named Sarah Fox, one built in Fowey in 1869 and the other in Hayle in 1873, showing their voyages representing the coastal trade that Cornwall was very much involved in.
A most interesting and enjoyable couple of hours was had by everyone.
On 5 November a group of 14 staff, volunteers and NADFAS volunteers visited the Cornwall Record Office (CRO) in Truro. On arrival we were welcomed by Chloe Philips, the record office Learning Officer and her colleague Archivist Jenny. We were split into two groups, to be shown the strong rooms and the main search room where documents were laid out for us to view and handle; some we had requested and some suggested by Chloe and Jenny.
The Cornwall Record Office has 7 strong rooms. The first we entered held collections from many of the Cornish families and estates such as the Arundell’s of Lanherne, Tremayne’s of Heligan, Vyvyan’s of Trelowarren, and the recently acquired collection from the Enys family of St. Gluvias.
A further strong room held the Cornish Parish Registers. Before 1837 the collection is not complete. A few registers date back to 1538 when some parishes started to keep records of births, marriages and burials. The registers are used regularly by the public when tracing their family history. Because of this, most registers are now on microfiche which are available to use in the search room. We were also shown some of the largest documents held by the records office – nineteenth century ledgers from Harvey’s, the spine width up to about 18”.
A further strong room held Cornish school log books from the nineteenth-century which would make interesting reading. As Chloe commented, written in one school log book by a school inspector who had noticed that a classroom of children were whispering and giggling and not paying attention – no different to today’s classrooms! This strong room also held various court and prison records.
The CRO holds several thousand maps; a large number of mining maps of Cornwall which are still used by solicitors when checking for mining works in house conveyancing. The largest map held is a South West Water map. Too long to be taken out the normal way, if needed it can be carried out through the fire door – only when the weather is good! Also held are the Cornish Tithe Maps from 212 ancient parishes. They were produced between 1836-1846 when the church started to collect money for the rental of land, rather than receive payment in kind. The maps show roads, rivers and fields and give information on land ownership, size of farms, and age of buildings. The maps and the accompanying survey books are being digitised and available to access on computers, in the search room.
The oldest document, held at the CRO, goes back to the 12th century. It is written in Latin and is about the borough of Lostwithiel, still with the original seal.
In the search room we were given time to consult various archive material from a document of the seventeenth century on the siege of Pendennis Castle and various demands made at the time to a beautiful coloured map of the River Fal produced in 1597, showing the river from Truro and Tresillian down to Falmouth Bay. The map showed settlements, churches, ferries, sailing ships, Arwenack Manor and the castles of Pendennis and St Mawes. The map was drawn by the Italian mapmaker Baptista Boazio.
Other items of interest were:
• several oaths’ of Edward Angove made between 1806-1809 when he was deputy mayor and mayor of Falmouth; Edward was the GGGGGrandfather of one our group
• Navigation Exercise book by John Tregerthen Short (1785-1873), born in St Ives. In 1814, after several years at sea and captured by the French, he returned to St Ives where he became master of the St Christopher Hawkins Free School, a charitable institution for the education of poor boys. The principle subject taught was navigation. The book contains questions on trigonometry, traverse, parallel and Mercator's Sailing and also a description and use of the log, half a minute glass and compass and the method of finding the latitude and meridian altitude of the sun. Solutions were worked out with explanations, calculations, tables and diagrams
• Copy of a signboard displayed at Burton's Old Curiosity Shop, Falmouth with some rather amusing little ditties on it
• Will dated 1797 of Richard Bospednick, mariner, of Falmouth
• A parish register
• Diary of Eveline Cox (born 1879), daughter of Joseph G Cox, one of the partners owning Falmouth Docks. The diary begins in July 1894. Eveline was mainly concerned with her opinions of her own character and religious feelings. She writes about her widowed father, her brothers Alf, Ern and Gerald and sisters Ivey, Elsie, Alice, Winnie and Carrie. The diary finishes in 1909
• Merchant Shipping Registers showing Crew Agreements and logs of two ships named Sarah Fox, one built in Fowey in 1869 and the other in Hayle in 1873, showing their voyages representing the coastal trade that Cornwall was very much involved in.
A most interesting and enjoyable couple of hours was had by everyone.
Monday, 3 December 2012
Grumpy Volunteer's Corner
by Keith Evans
Not wishing to offend our guests I try to be diplomatic during my talks. If I suspect that there are overseas visitors I try to gear my oratory accordingly. If there are Germans present I steel myself not to be too jingoistic about our past affrays. The French are a bit touchy. I avoid mentioning scallops or Trafalgar although they did harass our Packet ships and frequently carry out incursions on our coast so I, with deliberate intent, direct them into the Packet gallery hoping they will see the oil painting on the end wall. We don't seem to attract many Spanish visitors so the Armada or their incursions are not usually a problem.
The Americans don't like to hear that they came into the war rather late and only then because the Japanese had a go at them. They did lease us a lot of equipment including some old WWI destroyers. We blew up one of the rust buckets at St Nazaire. They didn't get it back but we still had to pay for it.
The Scandanavians produce some very nice friendly blondes but don't mention the Swedes to the Norwegians. They don't seem to like one another.
Nearer to home, my diplomacy did fail on one occasion when a visitor mentioned the coal depot on County Wharf. I told him it was imported coal for domestic use. He turned out to be a redundant Yorkshire miner.
Changing the subject, we had another odd-ball visitor. He had a camera in one hand and a blue rubber duck in the other. He posed the duck on the boats, the helicopter and the beach buggy, amongst many other sites and proceeded to photograph the said duck. I didn't like to ask him why. 'Quakers' I thought, but fairly harmless. After all, he could have had an elephant obsession.
Not wishing to offend our guests I try to be diplomatic during my talks. If I suspect that there are overseas visitors I try to gear my oratory accordingly. If there are Germans present I steel myself not to be too jingoistic about our past affrays. The French are a bit touchy. I avoid mentioning scallops or Trafalgar although they did harass our Packet ships and frequently carry out incursions on our coast so I, with deliberate intent, direct them into the Packet gallery hoping they will see the oil painting on the end wall. We don't seem to attract many Spanish visitors so the Armada or their incursions are not usually a problem.
The Americans don't like to hear that they came into the war rather late and only then because the Japanese had a go at them. They did lease us a lot of equipment including some old WWI destroyers. We blew up one of the rust buckets at St Nazaire. They didn't get it back but we still had to pay for it.
The Scandanavians produce some very nice friendly blondes but don't mention the Swedes to the Norwegians. They don't seem to like one another.
Nearer to home, my diplomacy did fail on one occasion when a visitor mentioned the coal depot on County Wharf. I told him it was imported coal for domestic use. He turned out to be a redundant Yorkshire miner.
Changing the subject, we had another odd-ball visitor. He had a camera in one hand and a blue rubber duck in the other. He posed the duck on the boats, the helicopter and the beach buggy, amongst many other sites and proceeded to photograph the said duck. I didn't like to ask him why. 'Quakers' I thought, but fairly harmless. After all, he could have had an elephant obsession.
Friday, 23 November 2012
Heave Ho!
Talking of poems: our poet laureate is back from his holiday. Here are his thoughts:
We set off in Balmoral
for our cruise to the Canaries.
It was November after all
and the weather often varies.
The passengers were elderly
(some even more than I);
The wind was gusting 30 knots,
black clouds across the sky.
The wind howled through the rigging –
to stay upright we fought,
Waves broke across the fo’c’sle –
people hoped we soon make port.
The Bay of Biscay was quite rough,
but once we steamed off Spain
The passengers appeared once more
and we saw smiles again!
Some had worn their wrist bands
some took seasick pills,
They didn’t come for meals
(it didn’t help their ills).
Dengie Fever in Madeira –
(Mosquito Spray sales good);
But nobody has caught it –
I didn’t think they would!
The rain came off the mountains,
the sun won’t come just yet,
So we stayed in our cabin
and thus did not get wet.
My medicine was whisky
(supplied free in our suite).
There was good espresso coffee,
and endless food to eat.
Two weeks of total idleness
(I didn’t go ashore)
Just reading, eating, drinking –
now who could ask for more!!
Mike Pennell
We set off in Balmoral
for our cruise to the Canaries.
It was November after all
and the weather often varies.
The passengers were elderly
(some even more than I);
The wind was gusting 30 knots,
black clouds across the sky.
The wind howled through the rigging –
to stay upright we fought,
Waves broke across the fo’c’sle –
people hoped we soon make port.
The Bay of Biscay was quite rough,
but once we steamed off Spain
The passengers appeared once more
and we saw smiles again!
Some had worn their wrist bands
some took seasick pills,
They didn’t come for meals
(it didn’t help their ills).
Dengie Fever in Madeira –
(Mosquito Spray sales good);
But nobody has caught it –
I didn’t think they would!
The rain came off the mountains,
the sun won’t come just yet,
So we stayed in our cabin
and thus did not get wet.
My medicine was whisky
(supplied free in our suite).
There was good espresso coffee,
and endless food to eat.
Two weeks of total idleness
(I didn’t go ashore)
Just reading, eating, drinking –
now who could ask for more!!
Mike Pennell
November
There are those that do not like November, claiming it is a non-space between the autumn and depth of winter (aka Christmas). Thomas Hood, the author of that wonderful poem The Song of the Shirt (Stitch — stitch — stitch/ In poverty, hunger, and dirt,/ Sewing at once with a double thread,/ A Shroud as well as a Shirt.) puts it well in his poem No!
No!
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--
November!
No!
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--
November!
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Not The Gasman
Adaptation of a song, by Richard Adams
'Twas on a Monday morning a volunteer dropped by,
They'd put him in the boat crew, he didn't know quite why.
He thought he'd use a hammer, and chisels, saws and planes,
But they put him in a dinghy, to clean some window panes.
Oh it all makes work for the volunteer to do.
He pushed off from the pontoon and he paddled past Aileen,
He took his mop and brushes, and scrubbed the windows clean.
He saw somebody waving, from in the tidal zone,
He waved back and overbalanced, and did the viewers groan.
Oh it all makes work for the volunteer to do.
He surfaced with a splutter, the sea squirts did their worst,
The old soak splashed and shouted, and ranted, and he cursed.
He climbed back in the dinghy and he paddled past Aileen,
He buggered off completely, and never more was seen.
Oh, it's all more work for us volunteers to do.
'Twas on a Monday morning a volunteer dropped by,
They'd put him in the boat crew, he didn't know quite why.
He thought he'd use a hammer, and chisels, saws and planes,
But they put him in a dinghy, to clean some window panes.
Oh it all makes work for the volunteer to do.
He pushed off from the pontoon and he paddled past Aileen,
He took his mop and brushes, and scrubbed the windows clean.
He saw somebody waving, from in the tidal zone,
He waved back and overbalanced, and did the viewers groan.
Oh it all makes work for the volunteer to do.
He surfaced with a splutter, the sea squirts did their worst,
The old soak splashed and shouted, and ranted, and he cursed.
He climbed back in the dinghy and he paddled past Aileen,
He buggered off completely, and never more was seen.
Oh, it's all more work for us volunteers to do.
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Your Safety at Sea
Recently, one of our staff mentioned they did not know the difference between a Lifejacket & a Buoyancy Aid. One can see many people setting off from the adjacent marina without any form of safety equipment, frequently in boarding dinghies (that account for a number of drownings). In the past month four people have drowned because they were not wearing the correct equipment.
Whilst I am not officially qualified to give advice on the subject, anyone indulging in any form of water activity should bear in mind that a Buoyancy Aid will keep you afloat but will NOT keep your head above water if you are injured or weakened by hypothermia.
A Lifejacket will provide buoyancy behind the head – to keep it above water – and in many cases be fitted with a crotch strap to prevent the jacket riding up.
There are numerous websites that give the buoyancy ratings of all the better known aids, and H M Coastguard or the RNLI Sea Safety Organisation will always give advice.
Whilst I am not officially qualified to give advice on the subject, anyone indulging in any form of water activity should bear in mind that a Buoyancy Aid will keep you afloat but will NOT keep your head above water if you are injured or weakened by hypothermia.
A Lifejacket will provide buoyancy behind the head – to keep it above water – and in many cases be fitted with a crotch strap to prevent the jacket riding up.
There are numerous websites that give the buoyancy ratings of all the better known aids, and H M Coastguard or the RNLI Sea Safety Organisation will always give advice.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Ahoy There Sailor
by Mike Pennell, (NMMC Resident Poet)
In summer, Yachting Volunteers
put boats out on the buoys;
while we endure the Waterfront
they play with pricey toys!!
They have no shame or conscience,
they really just don’t care
if those back home are desperate
& DMs tear their hair!!
We dash around shorthanded
while they Haul Yards Aback –
(why haven’t they gone metric -
when they’re measuring their Tack?)
They lay about on varnished decks
consuming gin and beer –
They really don’t consider
that we’re struggling back here.
But now its winter lay-up time,
the boats are brought ashore,
our shifts are swelled by numbers -
rosters full of names galore.
They come in with a rolling gait,
tell tales of foreign shores -
(but where they’ve really spent their time –
is anchored off St. Mawes!!)
It’s just as well they have come back
(although they get abused) –
for I depart for three weeks soon -
It’s months since I last cruised !!
In summer, Yachting Volunteers
put boats out on the buoys;
while we endure the Waterfront
they play with pricey toys!!
They have no shame or conscience,
they really just don’t care
if those back home are desperate
& DMs tear their hair!!
We dash around shorthanded
while they Haul Yards Aback –
(why haven’t they gone metric -
when they’re measuring their Tack?)
They lay about on varnished decks
consuming gin and beer –
They really don’t consider
that we’re struggling back here.
But now its winter lay-up time,
the boats are brought ashore,
our shifts are swelled by numbers -
rosters full of names galore.
They come in with a rolling gait,
tell tales of foreign shores -
(but where they’ve really spent their time –
is anchored off St. Mawes!!)
It’s just as well they have come back
(although they get abused) –
for I depart for three weeks soon -
It’s months since I last cruised !!
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Party Conference Time
by Mike Pennell (NMMC Poet Laureate)
There’s going to be a meeting
for all the Volunteers –
Let’s hope the Staff can cope with us
and aren’t reduced to tears!!
We’ll listen to Our Leader –
in silence – bated breath;
All should pay attention -
(You doze on pain of death).
Then comes the time for questions
(you can almost see staff quail)
Ten left-wing Grumpies raise their hands
and the platform party pale.
“Can’t we?” “May we?” “Should we?”
“But surely we could try”
“A shorter shift on Waterfront?” –
(a thrill you can’t deny!!)
It’s no good moaning later
when you’ve had a chance to speak -
not just gripes, but some suggestions
to help our working week.
The things a Volunteer must do
for free tea & a cake!!
So rally round, it’s ONCE a year -
and come, for goodness sake!!!
There’s going to be a meeting
for all the Volunteers –
Let’s hope the Staff can cope with us
and aren’t reduced to tears!!
We’ll listen to Our Leader –
in silence – bated breath;
All should pay attention -
(You doze on pain of death).
Then comes the time for questions
(you can almost see staff quail)
Ten left-wing Grumpies raise their hands
and the platform party pale.
“Can’t we?” “May we?” “Should we?”
“But surely we could try”
“A shorter shift on Waterfront?” –
(a thrill you can’t deny!!)
It’s no good moaning later
when you’ve had a chance to speak -
not just gripes, but some suggestions
to help our working week.
The things a Volunteer must do
for free tea & a cake!!
So rally round, it’s ONCE a year -
and come, for goodness sake!!!
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Falmouth Oyster Festival 2012
What a fantastic turn out on the opening of the Oyster Festival. The marquee was full of people visiting the various stands and the musical entertainment gave a great lift to the start of the event. I spotted our keen volunteer Colin distributing the NMMC leaflets on the event square engaged in his usual 'chat up' with two attractive young ladies who were also promoting their 'enterprise'.
by Clive Mathison
by Clive Mathison
Dress Code
They’ve given me a new blue shirt
for eight years Volunteering,
no longer with two ragged cuffs –
a much more tidy feeling.
When I started all those years ago
I asked about the rig -
for scruffy when on public show
would be quite “infra dig”.
A trip to M and S ensued,
Dark trousers purchased there –
plus shoes & socks in darkest black -
that’s what I had to wear.
The collar’s turned on my first shirt,
but cuffs defeated me;
(The issue fleece can hide them,
so the visitors can’t see).
But now a further problem -
as the years are passing by,
the shoes are getting tatty
however hard I try.
The right one has a nasty split
(though only worn on shift) –
so should I buy a new pair?
and give morale a lift.
New shoes could outlast me –
when this Oldie is retired,
but no one has yet told me
when I’ll be “Time Expired”
Mike Pennell (NMMC Poet Laureate)
for eight years Volunteering,
no longer with two ragged cuffs –
a much more tidy feeling.
When I started all those years ago
I asked about the rig -
for scruffy when on public show
would be quite “infra dig”.
A trip to M and S ensued,
Dark trousers purchased there –
plus shoes & socks in darkest black -
that’s what I had to wear.
The collar’s turned on my first shirt,
but cuffs defeated me;
(The issue fleece can hide them,
so the visitors can’t see).
But now a further problem -
as the years are passing by,
the shoes are getting tatty
however hard I try.
The right one has a nasty split
(though only worn on shift) –
so should I buy a new pair?
and give morale a lift.
New shoes could outlast me –
when this Oldie is retired,
but no one has yet told me
when I’ll be “Time Expired”
Mike Pennell (NMMC Poet Laureate)
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Ahoy Cruise Ships & Others
by Clive Mathison
On Sunday afternoon, 9 September, my first duty location was in 'Lookout' where there were several visitors looking at a newly arrived vessel anchored at County Wharf. "Look," said an interested couple who were from Finland, "there is a container ship." They then asked me if Falmouth was a container port and how many and how often container ships dock in Falmouth harbour. I explained that Falmouth harbour has a variety of vessels arriving and departing including cruise ships, however it is not a container port like Southampton.
As the vessel had only just arrived there was no available information about the vessel located in the Lookout display. Having spent many years in Southampton port boarding ships of different shapes and sizes my interest in ocean going liners and other vessels was rekindled.
The vessel is refrigerated and it is a 'reefer' category, named Star Endeavour 1, registered in Singapore and is currently on charter to Del Monte for the transport of bananas and citrus fruits. It has a tonnage of 14,022 and was built in 2010. It arrived in Falmouth for a re-fit.
The man from Del Monte said yes to Falmouth docks!
On Sunday afternoon, 9 September, my first duty location was in 'Lookout' where there were several visitors looking at a newly arrived vessel anchored at County Wharf. "Look," said an interested couple who were from Finland, "there is a container ship." They then asked me if Falmouth was a container port and how many and how often container ships dock in Falmouth harbour. I explained that Falmouth harbour has a variety of vessels arriving and departing including cruise ships, however it is not a container port like Southampton.
As the vessel had only just arrived there was no available information about the vessel located in the Lookout display. Having spent many years in Southampton port boarding ships of different shapes and sizes my interest in ocean going liners and other vessels was rekindled.
The vessel is refrigerated and it is a 'reefer' category, named Star Endeavour 1, registered in Singapore and is currently on charter to Del Monte for the transport of bananas and citrus fruits. It has a tonnage of 14,022 and was built in 2010. It arrived in Falmouth for a re-fit.
The man from Del Monte said yes to Falmouth docks!
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Grumpy Volunteer's Corner
by Keith Evans
After a recent talk in Lookout in which, as usual, I mentioned that Dutch engineers had been commissioned to build the quays in Falmouth & Flushing in the early 1600s, a young Dutch couple approached me. She was gorgeous: petite, short blonde hair, blue eyes & a dazzling smile. But I digress, sorry about that. Now, where was I? Oh yes, "Why Dutch engineers?" she asked. "Well," I said, "Dutch engineers have always been expert at building quays and dykes. Our silly environmentalists surrender land to the sea. Yours are much more sensible & have always reclaimed land." She beamed & held her hands away from her head suggesting a big head.
The Antique's Roadshow is coming to the museum & they've been asking for volunteers to help. I did consider applying but on second thoughts I'd probably be mistaken for one of the exhibits. I can see the entry in the catalogue now: 'An unusual specimen of Celtic-ware. Shows signs of wear & has seen better days. Slightly cracked but not quite ready for the scrap-heap.' I don't think I'll take the risk!
After a recent talk in Lookout in which, as usual, I mentioned that Dutch engineers had been commissioned to build the quays in Falmouth & Flushing in the early 1600s, a young Dutch couple approached me. She was gorgeous: petite, short blonde hair, blue eyes & a dazzling smile. But I digress, sorry about that. Now, where was I? Oh yes, "Why Dutch engineers?" she asked. "Well," I said, "Dutch engineers have always been expert at building quays and dykes. Our silly environmentalists surrender land to the sea. Yours are much more sensible & have always reclaimed land." She beamed & held her hands away from her head suggesting a big head.
The Antique's Roadshow is coming to the museum & they've been asking for volunteers to help. I did consider applying but on second thoughts I'd probably be mistaken for one of the exhibits. I can see the entry in the catalogue now: 'An unusual specimen of Celtic-ware. Shows signs of wear & has seen better days. Slightly cracked but not quite ready for the scrap-heap.' I don't think I'll take the risk!
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Gold for our local hero
During the afternoon sesion at the Maritime Museum on 5 August 2012 it was announced that the Finn racing event would be screened in the theatre for visitors to watch. There was, at the time of the showing of the race, a quietness in the building as most of the visitors found their way to the theatre. When the viewing of the Olympic race was over & Ben Ainslie's success had been announced there was a rush of visitors to the Waterfront pool & Clive Mathison & John Fortey found themselves swamped with contestants aged 5 years to 55 years (plus), all wanting to race our model yachts. Parents were taking photographs of their children on the model Olympic podium & applauding Ben Ainslie's success with cheers & clapping. Our Waterfront location was extremely busy right until closing time. The 'buzz' was really amazing and it was great to be a part of the enthusiasm of the Olympic success of Great Britain's team hero.
Clive Mathison, Volunteer
Clive Mathison, Volunteer
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Grumpy Volunteer's Corner
by Keith Evans
Even the seagulls are fed up with this summer. A couple of them were sheltering under an umbrella on the pontoon. I heard snatches of conversation and the gist of it was as follows: "I blame Jonathan. He did a rain dance with that pink duster and rather over did it." "Have you seen that so-called Bronze Age boat? Actually it's a replica Noah's Ark but noone will admit to it." "Well, you know what happened to the original. It ended up on top of a mountain. I blame Mrs Noah for that. She didn't know port from starboard." "This one is Andy's Ark. It'll probably end up on St Agnes Beacon if the Cornish wreckers have anything to do with it." "Down the coast, of course, that bloke St Piran came ashore on a millstone having sailed from Ireland." "I don't believe a word of it. Millstones have a hole in the middle." "Well, you've heard of the Dutch boy who stuck his finger in a hole. St Piran put his toe in the hole. He was said to be chanting when he came ashore. Actually he was wailing in pain because he got his toe stuck in the hole."
Now enough of this nonsense. Where was I? Oh yes, the seagull on the pontoon. A couple of crabs were celebrating at the other end. "They'll never let the little darlings down here in this weather" one said. "They can keep their rotten bait." Just then the two seagulls took off squawking "Into each life a little rain must fall, but this is ridiculous!"
Even the seagulls are fed up with this summer. A couple of them were sheltering under an umbrella on the pontoon. I heard snatches of conversation and the gist of it was as follows: "I blame Jonathan. He did a rain dance with that pink duster and rather over did it." "Have you seen that so-called Bronze Age boat? Actually it's a replica Noah's Ark but noone will admit to it." "Well, you know what happened to the original. It ended up on top of a mountain. I blame Mrs Noah for that. She didn't know port from starboard." "This one is Andy's Ark. It'll probably end up on St Agnes Beacon if the Cornish wreckers have anything to do with it." "Down the coast, of course, that bloke St Piran came ashore on a millstone having sailed from Ireland." "I don't believe a word of it. Millstones have a hole in the middle." "Well, you've heard of the Dutch boy who stuck his finger in a hole. St Piran put his toe in the hole. He was said to be chanting when he came ashore. Actually he was wailing in pain because he got his toe stuck in the hole."
Now enough of this nonsense. Where was I? Oh yes, the seagull on the pontoon. A couple of crabs were celebrating at the other end. "They'll never let the little darlings down here in this weather" one said. "They can keep their rotten bait." Just then the two seagulls took off squawking "Into each life a little rain must fall, but this is ridiculous!"
Friday, 27 July 2012
Phil rings in the Olympics
Phil Crook made sure that we got into the Olympic spirit at 08:12 this morning. In the absence of the Mohegan bell - tucked away out of anyone's reach by the Curators - we resorted to the klaxon to mark the event. Not that we could hear Falmouth bursting out with bells and so it was perhaps more the thought that counted.
Thanks Phil.
Thanks Phil.
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Volunteer Cornwall at NMMC
Well done to several of our restaurant staff who have achieved their Level 2 Food Safety (Catering) Certificates.
Seen here are Karen Jane, Sam Evans and Kirsty Wallace, being presented their certificates by Dave Benson (Volunteer Cornwall).
Other recipients included Tom Burley, Jeff Crocker-Buque and Haley Hall.
Seen here are Karen Jane, Sam Evans and Kirsty Wallace, being presented their certificates by Dave Benson (Volunteer Cornwall).
Other recipients included Tom Burley, Jeff Crocker-Buque and Haley Hall.
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Grumpy Volunteer's Corner
by Keith Evans
The helicopter is proving to be the biggest 'wow' factor this year, judging from the 'Ooo's and 'Ahh's as visitors enter The Hold. However, it doesn't convince everyone. One lady said "It's not real is it. It doesn't have a propeller on the top." Which just goes to prove you can't fool the oldies. One chap, who looked like Charlie Chaplin's brother said "How did you get that in here? Through the roof?" "No," I said "we took the easy way and brought it through the doors. We didn't like the idea of taking the roof off." "I suppose not" he said, quite seriously. Another chap said "What's that doing in here? I thought it was a maritime museum." "Well," I said "it can float." He gave me a look of disbelief.
Two old ladies came out of the lift in Lookout just as a hoard of kids came rampaging up the stairs. "We've been trying to get away from them all morning" one said in a broad Welsh accent. "Never mind" she said "like you, we must be getting old." Oh thanks, I thought, you've made my day! "Where are you from?" I asked. "Denbigh, North Wales, said the other. "My nephew has a hair dressing salon in Denbigh" I said. "Now that's funny," she said "what's his name?" "Jones" I said. "Ah now, look you," she said "it would be wouldn't it."
There's no end to Jonathan's enthusiasm. He was seen recently in the Main Hall with a feather duster, a pink one at that. Not that he was dusting anything. I think he was using it as a tickling stick to boost morale.
The helicopter is proving to be the biggest 'wow' factor this year, judging from the 'Ooo's and 'Ahh's as visitors enter The Hold. However, it doesn't convince everyone. One lady said "It's not real is it. It doesn't have a propeller on the top." Which just goes to prove you can't fool the oldies. One chap, who looked like Charlie Chaplin's brother said "How did you get that in here? Through the roof?" "No," I said "we took the easy way and brought it through the doors. We didn't like the idea of taking the roof off." "I suppose not" he said, quite seriously. Another chap said "What's that doing in here? I thought it was a maritime museum." "Well," I said "it can float." He gave me a look of disbelief.
Two old ladies came out of the lift in Lookout just as a hoard of kids came rampaging up the stairs. "We've been trying to get away from them all morning" one said in a broad Welsh accent. "Never mind" she said "like you, we must be getting old." Oh thanks, I thought, you've made my day! "Where are you from?" I asked. "Denbigh, North Wales, said the other. "My nephew has a hair dressing salon in Denbigh" I said. "Now that's funny," she said "what's his name?" "Jones" I said. "Ah now, look you," she said "it would be wouldn't it."
There's no end to Jonathan's enthusiasm. He was seen recently in the Main Hall with a feather duster, a pink one at that. Not that he was dusting anything. I think he was using it as a tickling stick to boost morale.
Monday, 11 June 2012
Sunday PM shifts
by Mike Pennell
We’re short of Volunteers
for PM Sunday shifts;
There’ll have to be incentives –
maybe Bribery or Gifts!
Free lunch could be an option
(no cooking for their wives)
but only one small portion –
(so that catering survives).
It could be in our contract
“Two PM shifts a year”
It would surely be a burden
that most of us could bear.
Or maybe just a guarantee
“No Waterfront at all”
There’s many who would welcome that
as they stayed in Main Hall.
A special badge upon one’s fleece
and that would show each Guest,
just who’s prepared to give their time
while others are at rest.
We’re short of Volunteers
for PM Sunday shifts;
There’ll have to be incentives –
maybe Bribery or Gifts!
Free lunch could be an option
(no cooking for their wives)
but only one small portion –
(so that catering survives).
It could be in our contract
“Two PM shifts a year”
It would surely be a burden
that most of us could bear.
Or maybe just a guarantee
“No Waterfront at all”
There’s many who would welcome that
as they stayed in Main Hall.
A special badge upon one’s fleece
and that would show each Guest,
just who’s prepared to give their time
while others are at rest.
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
Falmouth harbour
The arrival of the Shieldhall, the 2009 flagship of the National Historic Ship and the last large steam-powered ship, onto County Wharf inspires some thoughts about how lucky we are this week.
The Matthew, a replica 16th century ship, is sitting on our pontoon making a wonderful attraction. Such ships must have been common visitors to these waters in their day. A number no doubt popped in to take shelter in the waters in front of Arwenack House but got a surprise when they were plundered by the Killigrews (allegedly).
On the main pontoon we can look out at four sleek superyachts: Velsheda, Unfurled, the lovely Adela and William Tai. Each is steeped in history but Velsheda, the J class, stands out as a relic of the glorious days of sailing when rich magnates raced great gaff-rigged yachts for the America's Cup so beautifully captured in Beken of Cowes pictures.
Which brings me back to Shieldhall which was a sewage dumping ship on the Clyde. She would collect sewage and head out to sea to dump it in deep water. The poor of Glasgow were taken as deck cargo to give them fresh (?) air and a trip on a ship. Run by volunteers, her engines are immaculate: the engine room hot and faintly oily in just the way enthusiasts enjoy. Her current colour scheme is a homage to the Titanic.
And finally, we have been enjoying the sight of the Finns from many nations heading out to race from the Watersports Centre. FRA, GER, NED, GBR declare their sails, going off to do peaceful battle in the bay. Fantastically well sailed they have had their attendant fleet of small colourful ribs.
The Finns are a reminder how the world has changed over the years. At the end of the 19th century, ships of many of the same nations would have been calling in to Falmouth 'for orders'. Now their descendants come to compete in leisure pursuits.
So, from the 16th century to the cutting edge of modern competition. All we are missing is something from Nelson's navy or a tall ship. Hang on: what is that coming around Trefusis Point ... ?
Bretons who knew their onions!
Regular annual visitors to our Cornish shores between the two World Wars & for sometime afterwards were the Johnnie Onion Sellers from Brittany. In fact according to an historical trade record from Brittany it first started as early as 1300s.
The hardy Bretons would make the hazardous trips across in open sail boats (many lost their lives on these journeys) with their onions to several centres along the south coast of England.
My beau-père (Father in law) Jean Le Jeune (pictured circ. 1950, standing about where Trago Mills is now) was born just outside Roscoff in Brittany in 1926. He was a Johnnie Onion Seller in the Penryn, Falmouth Helston, Penzance & Mousehole areas on his trusty bike with the onions hanging off the handle bars each string would weigh about 1 kilo.
He made his first trip to the UK as an Onion Seller in 1950 sailing for 16 hours in a 50-ton sail boat from Roscoff to Penryn (other vessels made for Plymouth or Portsmouth). The return trip to Brittany was made by ferry from Newhaven to St Malo.
The hardy Bretons would make the hazardous trips across in open sail boats (many lost their lives on these journeys) with their onions to several centres along the south coast of England.
My beau-père (Father in law) Jean Le Jeune (pictured circ. 1950, standing about where Trago Mills is now) was born just outside Roscoff in Brittany in 1926. He was a Johnnie Onion Seller in the Penryn, Falmouth Helston, Penzance & Mousehole areas on his trusty bike with the onions hanging off the handle bars each string would weigh about 1 kilo.
He made his first trip to the UK as an Onion Seller in 1950 sailing for 16 hours in a 50-ton sail boat from Roscoff to Penryn (other vessels made for Plymouth or Portsmouth). The return trip to Brittany was made by ferry from Newhaven to St Malo.
On Dales Farm on Eastwood Road, Penryn there was a big store in which the onions were kept, there was also a storage point in Penzance. They used to sleep in the old sail lofts at the bottom of St Thomas street in Penryn, but not until they had strung their onions ready for the next day. There were 3 or 4 sellers in each group, the leader had a car & the others English bicycles although the last year that Jean worked selling he used his own French bike (see photo). The car driver would travel to Padstow, Newquay & Mevagissey leaving the others to cover the local area on their bikes. I once asked why we no longer see the Johnnies here anymore & he said “It’s because the youngsters didn’t want to come.”
Jean said “It was easy to sell the onions because of their high quality and longevity ”They would be able to be kept for up to 6 months if stored correctly." The rose coloured Roscoff onion is favoured by top chefs because of its mild sweet taste. French sailors would eat the pink Roscoff onions raw for weeks if not months on end.
The sellers had permits allowing them to stay in the UK for 3months only. Jean came every year & in 1953 married a Penryn girl which allowed him to stay for 12 months without renewing his permit. In 1954 he applied for a residential permit & returned to his original trade as a Mason, taught to him by German soldiers during WWII where he was conscripted to build bunkers & gun emplacements in Brest. He was working in Brest during the raid on St Nazaire when he said the Germans panicked & moved them to another camp till the next day. He worked for several local builders & Falmouth Docks working on the wall that’s in front of the dry docks.
After he retired he made several trips back to Roscoff with his wife for holidays & sometimes returned with some onions, but not to sell!
Michael Hill, not so new Gallery Volunteer
Relaxing holiday
We have just returned from the most relaxing holiday I have ever had, and if anyone wants to be totally idle for two weeks, I recommend the river trip from Amsterdam to Budapest. The scenery is spectacular along the rivers Rhine, Main and Danube with many castles, acres of vineyards and forests; there is also the addition of 64 locks to negotiate – varying in height from 10 feet to Eighty-nine feet!!
The ship was 150 metres long and barely had enough room to enter the narrow locks.
Accommodation was excellent, with a balcony for the glorious weather, and mouth-watering menus to suit the area we were in each day – plus free dinner wines.
With only 150 passengers (a mixture of US, Canadian, NZ & UK) and 51 crew, the atmosphere aboard was very friendly. The crew were extremely efficient.
Apart from the free excursions at various towns, local entertainment came aboard on some evenings.
Mike Pennell
The ship was 150 metres long and barely had enough room to enter the narrow locks.
Accommodation was excellent, with a balcony for the glorious weather, and mouth-watering menus to suit the area we were in each day – plus free dinner wines.
With only 150 passengers (a mixture of US, Canadian, NZ & UK) and 51 crew, the atmosphere aboard was very friendly. The crew were extremely efficient.
Apart from the free excursions at various towns, local entertainment came aboard on some evenings.
Mike Pennell
Grumpy Volunteers Corner
by Keith Evans
Foreign visitors are often interesting. A German couple from Bremen thought the museum 'very impressive'. They were particularly intrigued by the boats on Waterfront. "We have sailboats at our museum, but you have wind. Very clever. We have no wind." Must be very boring, I thought, to have sailboats with no vind, I mean wind. All we want now is the tide, which would impress them even more.
I remember meeting an American from the midwest crossing the causeway to St Michael's Mount. He had never seen the sea. As the tide was coming in rapidly I felt I ought to warn him. "Don't get cut off by the tide" I said. " The tide?" he said "How often does it come in?" "Twice a day" I said. "Twice a day. I thought it only came in once a fortnight." He turned on his heels and beat us back to Marazion.
Then there was a French man teaching his 'Oo La La' girlfriend the finer points of sailing on the Waterfront. I was very impressed, by his sailing expertise I mean. Come to think of it, his dark haired damsel with mini-skirt and ... don't let me get started on that, you know it's not good for me. I was impressed until he looked up to the roof and asked "Where is ze wind coming from?" Well, we all have our blind spots.
A burly Scot jabbered away at me in, I think, a cross between Gaelic, Chinese Mandarin and the odd word of English. I wasn't quite sure whether he wanted a pint, a pasty or a pee. I thought it was the last one so I directed him to the loo. I think I got it wrong because he gave me a funny look. Well, you can't get them all right.
Foreign visitors are often interesting. A German couple from Bremen thought the museum 'very impressive'. They were particularly intrigued by the boats on Waterfront. "We have sailboats at our museum, but you have wind. Very clever. We have no wind." Must be very boring, I thought, to have sailboats with no vind, I mean wind. All we want now is the tide, which would impress them even more.
I remember meeting an American from the midwest crossing the causeway to St Michael's Mount. He had never seen the sea. As the tide was coming in rapidly I felt I ought to warn him. "Don't get cut off by the tide" I said. " The tide?" he said "How often does it come in?" "Twice a day" I said. "Twice a day. I thought it only came in once a fortnight." He turned on his heels and beat us back to Marazion.
Then there was a French man teaching his 'Oo La La' girlfriend the finer points of sailing on the Waterfront. I was very impressed, by his sailing expertise I mean. Come to think of it, his dark haired damsel with mini-skirt and ... don't let me get started on that, you know it's not good for me. I was impressed until he looked up to the roof and asked "Where is ze wind coming from?" Well, we all have our blind spots.
A burly Scot jabbered away at me in, I think, a cross between Gaelic, Chinese Mandarin and the odd word of English. I wasn't quite sure whether he wanted a pint, a pasty or a pee. I thought it was the last one so I directed him to the loo. I think I got it wrong because he gave me a funny look. Well, you can't get them all right.
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Welcome baby Noah
Congratulations to Katie and Charlie!
Katie gave birth to a son yesterday, 14 May, at 9.10 pm. He weighed 6 lb 3 oz and they have named him Noah.
Katie gave birth to a son yesterday, 14 May, at 9.10 pm. He weighed 6 lb 3 oz and they have named him Noah.
Mother and baby are doing well.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Derryth's Acting Debut
Derryth is seen here in costume and make-up for her first ‘Under the Sea’ workshop yesterday and she made a most enchanting Seasprite. 14 children dressed in magic cloaks were captivated by her Oceana performance and it will be a day they will remember for years to come. Now Derryth is gearing up to play to 60 children (three, one hour workshops) and is looking forward to her new challenging role.
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
5 year volunteer lunch
Back row (from left): James Irish; Richard Adams; Linda Frost; Claude Bennie; Jonathan Griffin
Front row (from left): Anne Adams; Glynnis Wadham-Smith; Ellen Winser; Stella Harvey; Sheila Berryman; Julie Bennie (Unable to attend: David Lloyd)
Congratulations to the latest group of volunteers who have completed 5 years voluntary service with the museum. They were treated to a three-course lunch in the Waterside Cafe.
Front row (from left): Anne Adams; Glynnis Wadham-Smith; Ellen Winser; Stella Harvey; Sheila Berryman; Julie Bennie (Unable to attend: David Lloyd)
Congratulations to the latest group of volunteers who have completed 5 years voluntary service with the museum. They were treated to a three-course lunch in the Waterside Cafe.
Monday, 23 April 2012
Easter Sunday at NMMC
Pictured here on the pontoon is Roger Browne observing our enthusiastic Museum visitors who were allowed aboard 'Matthew'. The 'Matthew' is a replica of a 500 year old ship which set sail from Bristol for Asia manned by John Cabot and his crew and ended up in North America.
by Clive Mathison
by Clive Mathison
Thursday, 19 April 2012
New Sea Sprite in town
Derryth will be slapping on the face paint for her debut as Oshi the Sea Sprite on Monday 30th April. She will be entertaining a group of children from Truro High School for Girls … but remember, you can only see her if you wear a magic cloak!
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
NMMC on tour ...
Pupils from Bude Junior School, Polperro Community Primary School and adults from 'Pathfields', a Cornwall Council adult support and care centre benefit from a new partnership with three smaller, volunteer-run museums: Bude Castle Heritage Centre, Polperro Museum and Mevagissey Museum.
As part of the visit to their local Museums, the groups have enjoyed our living history performance Hevva! Hevva! They met Lizbeth and Samuel, two characters from the heyday of Cornwall’s pilchard fishing heritage.
Through an interactive mix of music, artefacts, Cornish language, drama and rope-making, the audiences were drawn into the hardships and humour of Cornish fishermen and women in the 1870s. This new partnership has been made possible by a grant of £1470 from Cornwall Council.
We are excited to be working with these other museums, who wouldn’t normally be able to fund or sustain this type of historical interpretation or programme. This project as an important way for us to work in partnership with smaller museums, sharing skills and resources and developing closer and mutually beneficial working relationships.
The last visit is Tuesday 17th April when Debbie and the actors will be visiting Mevagissey Museum to perform to 40 local school children, an Over 60's group and the general public.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Bronze Men
In the corner of the Ground Floor,
there’s a place for boat repair;
but now the craft have been removed,
our men no longer there.
There’s a bunch of new arrivals
dressed in brown with unkempt hair;
they’ve come from east of Cornwall,
(not sure exactly where).
Apparently they’re Bronze Age men,
(I thought you ought to know);
They’re going to make a vintage boat
for Volunteers to row!!!
They speak a language of their own
with lots of signs and grunting;
it’s Neolithic - how they talk
when foraging or hunting!!
They seem to get enjoyment
with Wedges and an Axe,
just hitting lumps of seasoned wood,
until the timber cracks!!
And when they’ve split a lot of planks,
they’ll sew them all together,
No nails or screws or modern glues,
(sounds dodgy in bad weather).
I suppose they’ve had permission,
and know Health & Safety Rules;
I guess they’ve sent their people
to Wood Henge Training Schools.
When it comes to lunchtime,
I’m not sure what they’ll do –
I’ve checked up with the Café
and they don’t make Nettle Stew.
Mike Pennell
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Grumpy Volunteer's Corner
by Keith Evans
I went into the workshop a couple of days ago. A sinister looking crate was sitting there loaded with dozens of heavy weights with handles. "Hello", I thought "Jonathan's got a bee in his bonnet about staff health." It was public relations a few weeks ago, now he thinks we all need exercise with weight lifting sessions every morning. Remind me to come in late, my grandmother's not well. Later, I was relieved to learn they were to test the integrity of the pontoon ramp. Rumour has it that the crabs have been sabotaging some in response to the management failure to agree a claws, sorry clause, in their contract to supply fresh bait. Can't blame them really.
I did my first stint in the new exhibition last week. Ten minutes in there was a deafening crash and a roar. "Some kid has tried to start the helicopter engine", I thought. Lift off any minute now. It turned out to be the quiz panels on the beach safety mural falling off, as they are designed to do!
At the entrance there is a cariacature of a well respected volunteer. In fact, it is more handsome than the real life appearance although it has to be said that the rugged, weather-worn countenance of the latter is more in keeping with the maritime theme of the museum. Sorry Colin!
I went into the workshop a couple of days ago. A sinister looking crate was sitting there loaded with dozens of heavy weights with handles. "Hello", I thought "Jonathan's got a bee in his bonnet about staff health." It was public relations a few weeks ago, now he thinks we all need exercise with weight lifting sessions every morning. Remind me to come in late, my grandmother's not well. Later, I was relieved to learn they were to test the integrity of the pontoon ramp. Rumour has it that the crabs have been sabotaging some in response to the management failure to agree a claws, sorry clause, in their contract to supply fresh bait. Can't blame them really.
I did my first stint in the new exhibition last week. Ten minutes in there was a deafening crash and a roar. "Some kid has tried to start the helicopter engine", I thought. Lift off any minute now. It turned out to be the quiz panels on the beach safety mural falling off, as they are designed to do!
At the entrance there is a cariacature of a well respected volunteer. In fact, it is more handsome than the real life appearance although it has to be said that the rugged, weather-worn countenance of the latter is more in keeping with the maritime theme of the museum. Sorry Colin!
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Grumpy Volunteer's Corner
by Keith Evans
I'm back, the grumpy one. Remember? You thought you'd heard the last of me, sorry about that! Not a lot has happened recently. The most notable event was probably the arrival of the schizophrenic helicopter with a bit of an identity crisis. No problem really so long as both halves do the same thing at any given moment.
Spring is in the air. I was quite looking forward to it until a couple came to the door and told me the end of the world was nigh, so I decided not to mow the lawn.
Spring being almost here it's about time we allowed that silly penguin to migrate back to the Antarctic. He's been sitting on top of that iceburg on Waterfront for the last eighteen months. Where's our sunbathing damsel gone?
One of our philosophical volunteers shrugged his shoulders recently when Trinity House took back all his play things. I told him I'd put a good word in for him to go down on the pontoon. I then made a quick exit.
And talking about exits, there have been mutterings and disturbance around the pontoon recently heralding the mass migration of the crabs. Can't blame them really. They've heard the kids will be back soon with their buckets and rotten bait.
A few weeks ago we were asked to state our favourite 'object' in the museum. I didn't like the term 'object', much preferring 'attractions'. After a great deal of agonising deliberation, I thought I'd contribute and without a doubt my choice would be the DMs (female). Always welcoming, good humoured, caring and vivacious. They win hands down. Now ladies calm down, don't get too excited, you know it's not good for me. I'm now going to take a month off.
I'm back, the grumpy one. Remember? You thought you'd heard the last of me, sorry about that! Not a lot has happened recently. The most notable event was probably the arrival of the schizophrenic helicopter with a bit of an identity crisis. No problem really so long as both halves do the same thing at any given moment.
Spring is in the air. I was quite looking forward to it until a couple came to the door and told me the end of the world was nigh, so I decided not to mow the lawn.
Spring being almost here it's about time we allowed that silly penguin to migrate back to the Antarctic. He's been sitting on top of that iceburg on Waterfront for the last eighteen months. Where's our sunbathing damsel gone?
One of our philosophical volunteers shrugged his shoulders recently when Trinity House took back all his play things. I told him I'd put a good word in for him to go down on the pontoon. I then made a quick exit.
And talking about exits, there have been mutterings and disturbance around the pontoon recently heralding the mass migration of the crabs. Can't blame them really. They've heard the kids will be back soon with their buckets and rotten bait.
A few weeks ago we were asked to state our favourite 'object' in the museum. I didn't like the term 'object', much preferring 'attractions'. After a great deal of agonising deliberation, I thought I'd contribute and without a doubt my choice would be the DMs (female). Always welcoming, good humoured, caring and vivacious. They win hands down. Now ladies calm down, don't get too excited, you know it's not good for me. I'm now going to take a month off.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Thanks Mike
The Education team would like to say ‘Thanks Mike!’ for making the additional signal flags for the new lighthouse workshop.
Children will learn some semaphore from ‘Eddie Matthews’ the Lighthouse Keeper (actor Tom Hare) and will take part in a role play version of sending a barrel of supplies via ropes and pulleys across to a lighthouse.
Debbie Rogers, Education Officer
Children will learn some semaphore from ‘Eddie Matthews’ the Lighthouse Keeper (actor Tom Hare) and will take part in a role play version of sending a barrel of supplies via ropes and pulleys across to a lighthouse.
Debbie Rogers, Education Officer
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
A day to remember a night to remember
We are coming up to a very significant anniversary for it was on the night of the 14th April 1912 that RMS Titanic hit an iceberg, sinking early the following morning with the loss of an estimated 1,517 lives. At that stage, the greatest loss of life at sea there had ever been during peacetime. The story has captivated people ever since: the actions and behaviour of the passengers and crew; the social priorities between First and Third Class passengers; the number of lifeboats; the radio messages; the construction of the ship; the desire for speed; the navigational errors; the location of the iceberg ... all have contributed to the legend.
Every few years the story bubbles up once more: the discovery of the wreck; a new novel; the next film (and many people still prefer A Night To Remember from 1958 to James Cameron's 1997 Irish American-hero version of the story). It never goes away.
But one hundred years is especially significant. The commemorations have already started. A sample includes:
The 'Titanic places' are all joining. Belfast, Cobh, New York, Halifax and Southampton. See link for more about the events and places.
Here, Volunteer Clive Mathison looks at the celebrations in Southampton and the opening of the new attraction.
'NMMC’s superb Titanic exhibition gave me the opportunity to extend my knowledge, immerse myself in its history and acquaint the Museum’s visitors with the exhibition content and displays in the Cornwall Galleries. I flet particularly strongly about it becasue I spent some 15 years living, working and growing up in Southampton docks, the departure port of the ill-fated ship. All my fellow volunteers were keen to enlighten our visitors about the sad story of events leading up to the disaster. The exhibition was a great success for NMMC, its exhibition staff and patrons.
'I have just received some interesting news from an old friend and work colleague who lives in Southampton about the centenary commemorations of the liner tragedy, which takes place on 10 April at midday to coincide with the time of her original deaprture (she had arirved late the night before). The Titanic’s departure will be re-enacted when the tug tender Calshot, which was built in the same era to manoeuvre the world’s greatest ocean liners and ferry passengers, sails from 43/44 berth followed by a flotilla of craft.
'The tribute to the huge numbers of Southampton residents (Sotonians) who died on board the Titanic will be led by children of the city as part of the centenary commemoration. For several months children from more than 27 schools across the city have been researching the crew members and all the information they have gathered will be written on each placard they carry. Of the 897 crew members on the ship, 714 were from Southampton and 538 crew members were registered to a Southampton address.
'I will certainly be visiting ‘Sea City’ in Southampton with my wife who is a Sotonian. I was ‘exiled’ to Southampton for 15 years and served in the Royal Air Force Coastal Command at Calshot, where we met.'
Clive Mathison (Galleries Volunteer)
(All information researched from the Southern Daily Echo)
Every few years the story bubbles up once more: the discovery of the wreck; a new novel; the next film (and many people still prefer A Night To Remember from 1958 to James Cameron's 1997 Irish American-hero version of the story). It never goes away.
But one hundred years is especially significant. The commemorations have already started. A sample includes:
- At 12:13 pm on 31 May 2011, exactly 100 years after Titanic rolled down her slipway, a single flare was fired over Belfast's docklands in commemoration. All boats in the area around the Harland and Wolff shipyard then sounded their horns and the assembled crowd applauded for exactly 62 seconds, the time it had originally taken for the liner to roll down the slipway in 1911.
- On 12 March this year Songs Of Praise, from Belfast, took the form of a Titanic memorial. The programme included a selection of maritime hymns and ended with Nearer, My God, to Thee, allegedly the last tune played by the ship's band
- On 6 April, the 100th anniversary of Titanic's maiden voyage will be celebrated by re-releasing the 1997 feature film Titanic in 3D
- ITV1 have produced a four-part Titanic mini-series, written by Oscar-winner Julian Fellowes, to be broadcast in the next few months
- The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra will be performing The Titanic Requiem, a work composed by singer/songwriter Robin Gibb and his son RJ Gibb, on 10 April in London
- The cruise ship Balmoral, operated by Fred Olsen Cruise Lines has been chartered by Miles Morgan Travel to follow the original route of Titanic, intending to stop over the point on the sea bed where she rests on 15 April 2012
The 'Titanic places' are all joining. Belfast, Cobh, New York, Halifax and Southampton. See link for more about the events and places.
Here, Volunteer Clive Mathison looks at the celebrations in Southampton and the opening of the new attraction.
'NMMC’s superb Titanic exhibition gave me the opportunity to extend my knowledge, immerse myself in its history and acquaint the Museum’s visitors with the exhibition content and displays in the Cornwall Galleries. I flet particularly strongly about it becasue I spent some 15 years living, working and growing up in Southampton docks, the departure port of the ill-fated ship. All my fellow volunteers were keen to enlighten our visitors about the sad story of events leading up to the disaster. The exhibition was a great success for NMMC, its exhibition staff and patrons.
'I have just received some interesting news from an old friend and work colleague who lives in Southampton about the centenary commemorations of the liner tragedy, which takes place on 10 April at midday to coincide with the time of her original deaprture (she had arirved late the night before). The Titanic’s departure will be re-enacted when the tug tender Calshot, which was built in the same era to manoeuvre the world’s greatest ocean liners and ferry passengers, sails from 43/44 berth followed by a flotilla of craft.
'The tribute to the huge numbers of Southampton residents (Sotonians) who died on board the Titanic will be led by children of the city as part of the centenary commemoration. For several months children from more than 27 schools across the city have been researching the crew members and all the information they have gathered will be written on each placard they carry. Of the 897 crew members on the ship, 714 were from Southampton and 538 crew members were registered to a Southampton address.
'The city’s new Titanic Museum will open at 12:15am on 10 April as part of the commemoration. The Sea City Museum as it is named, which cost £15m to build, will feature the largest Titanic exhibition in Great Britain. Southampton Council has forecasted that ‘Sea City’ will attract more than 150,000 visitors a year. Every household in Southampton will be offered free tickets to the museum which will be open 10am to 5pm and prices are comparable to our NMMC prices.
Clive Mathison (Galleries Volunteer)
(All information researched from the Southern Daily Echo)
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Sea King lands at Maritime Museum
On Tuesday 28 Feb 2012 a Royal Navy /RAF three ton Sea King helicopter landed at the side of the National Maritime Museum in Falmouth aided I have to admit by a large MacSalvors crane and several personnel, some from RNAS Culdrose who assisted in the reassembly of the aircraft once it was safely on the ground.
This spectical was watched with great interest by me (with camera at the ready) and several staff and volunteers alike, both local television stations and their intrepid reporters. The volunteers were there purely out of interest in our new exhibit for The Hold. Most were curious of course to know whether it would fit through The Hold door?
Well it did, on the second attempt and is now firmly placed at the back of The Hold with inches (an old imperial measurement) to spare.
This spectical was watched with great interest by me (with camera at the ready) and several staff and volunteers alike, both local television stations and their intrepid reporters. The volunteers were there purely out of interest in our new exhibit for The Hold. Most were curious of course to know whether it would fit through The Hold door?
Well it did, on the second attempt and is now firmly placed at the back of The Hold with inches (an old imperial measurement) to spare.
Michael Hill
New(ish) Volunteer
New(ish) Volunteer
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Winching - A beginner's guide - “Just slip this strop over your head & under you arms”
by Mike Pennell
The arrival of a helicopter at the Museum brings back some memories of my RNLI days because, totally unknown to me when I joined, helicopter transfers were often part of a lifeboat exercise. For someone who has a strong fear of heights, the thought of dangling from anything up in the air was quite frightening, but I discovered it was not so bad – presumably because one is always “hooked on” to the machine (or the winchman) – and usually only about 30 feet above the water.
My first experience was a little daunting and was a double lift – in a strop with the winch man’s legs wrapped around me – but I did prefer single lifts without being so intimately close to a member of the RAF or the Navy!! A short line dangles beneath the strop so that it can 'earth' the helicopter’s static in the water before the receiving crew get a severe shock. Lifeboatmen also enjoyed the arrival of their Inspector from above, grabbing various parts of my anatomy to ensure I came into the boat rather than be 'dunked'.
A variation is the 'High-line' lift. Used when the casualty is a yacht with high masts and the machine cannot hover immediately above (risking the line being caught in the rigging). A line is passed to the yacht, (usually by the winchman entering the water nearby & swimming alongside) and the subsequent lift undertaken with the machine out to one side. The line is kept hand-taut by the winchman aboard the casualty vessel as the survivor or stretcher is lifted diagonally - (the line must not be attached to the yacht in case it pulls the helicopter out of the sky).
Manoeuvring under a helicopter is quite an art in an Inshore lifeboat, because of the helicopter’s down draft (very strong with a Sea King). The helicopter pilot dictates the course and speed (as with all lifts), and the Helmsman drives in from the helicopter’s starboard side – hopefully arriving under the suspended winchman!! Once the transfer is completed, the boat should 'break away to starboard at speed' because in the event of a catastrophic failure in the helicopter, it will always fall to its port side – a comforting thought!!
On the offshore lifeboats, the coxswain is told what course & speed to make and the helicopter 'forms' above the afterdeck; this allows the pilot to see the bow of the boat, giving him a reference point for the winch operator’s movement instructions; the 'break away' procedure is the same as for Inshore boats.
If a lifeboatman was travelling any distance in the helicopter, the crew would often require him to remove his lifejacket, because the type used in my day had too much inherent buoyancy to allow the wearer to get to the helicopter’s Emergency exit in the event of it being immersed after 'ditching' in the sea.
I also realised 'how the other half live' when I was involved in the planning of our annual Royal Visits by the President. The Duke of Kent would visit five stations in a day, by air, and a reconnaissance flight had to be undertaken first – carrying the RNLI Inspector and Special Branch officers. The Queen’s Flight operated Wessex helicopters then and I was pleased to see a crew member jump out as we landed, bearing a fire extinguisher (in case of any emergency); before take off he would be the last aboard. On the day of the actual visit, with Royalty aboard, I realised just how unimportant I was – the Fire Extinguisher man was supported by an attendant Fire Engine, & an Ambulance was parked at the landing site!!
The inside of the red Royal Flight Wessex was also rather different; comfortable seats and total sound insulation were fitted, and an aircraftman offered tea during the flight!!
The arrival of a helicopter at the Museum brings back some memories of my RNLI days because, totally unknown to me when I joined, helicopter transfers were often part of a lifeboat exercise. For someone who has a strong fear of heights, the thought of dangling from anything up in the air was quite frightening, but I discovered it was not so bad – presumably because one is always “hooked on” to the machine (or the winchman) – and usually only about 30 feet above the water.
My first experience was a little daunting and was a double lift – in a strop with the winch man’s legs wrapped around me – but I did prefer single lifts without being so intimately close to a member of the RAF or the Navy!! A short line dangles beneath the strop so that it can 'earth' the helicopter’s static in the water before the receiving crew get a severe shock. Lifeboatmen also enjoyed the arrival of their Inspector from above, grabbing various parts of my anatomy to ensure I came into the boat rather than be 'dunked'.
A variation is the 'High-line' lift. Used when the casualty is a yacht with high masts and the machine cannot hover immediately above (risking the line being caught in the rigging). A line is passed to the yacht, (usually by the winchman entering the water nearby & swimming alongside) and the subsequent lift undertaken with the machine out to one side. The line is kept hand-taut by the winchman aboard the casualty vessel as the survivor or stretcher is lifted diagonally - (the line must not be attached to the yacht in case it pulls the helicopter out of the sky).
Manoeuvring under a helicopter is quite an art in an Inshore lifeboat, because of the helicopter’s down draft (very strong with a Sea King). The helicopter pilot dictates the course and speed (as with all lifts), and the Helmsman drives in from the helicopter’s starboard side – hopefully arriving under the suspended winchman!! Once the transfer is completed, the boat should 'break away to starboard at speed' because in the event of a catastrophic failure in the helicopter, it will always fall to its port side – a comforting thought!!
On the offshore lifeboats, the coxswain is told what course & speed to make and the helicopter 'forms' above the afterdeck; this allows the pilot to see the bow of the boat, giving him a reference point for the winch operator’s movement instructions; the 'break away' procedure is the same as for Inshore boats.
If a lifeboatman was travelling any distance in the helicopter, the crew would often require him to remove his lifejacket, because the type used in my day had too much inherent buoyancy to allow the wearer to get to the helicopter’s Emergency exit in the event of it being immersed after 'ditching' in the sea.
I also realised 'how the other half live' when I was involved in the planning of our annual Royal Visits by the President. The Duke of Kent would visit five stations in a day, by air, and a reconnaissance flight had to be undertaken first – carrying the RNLI Inspector and Special Branch officers. The Queen’s Flight operated Wessex helicopters then and I was pleased to see a crew member jump out as we landed, bearing a fire extinguisher (in case of any emergency); before take off he would be the last aboard. On the day of the actual visit, with Royalty aboard, I realised just how unimportant I was – the Fire Extinguisher man was supported by an attendant Fire Engine, & an Ambulance was parked at the landing site!!
The inside of the red Royal Flight Wessex was also rather different; comfortable seats and total sound insulation were fitted, and an aircraftman offered tea during the flight!!
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Beautiful craftsmanship
The Education department would like to say a very BIG thank you to Geoff Street, one of the boat workshop volunteers for the beautifully crafted boat models he has made.
The six boats consist of a seine boat, stop-seine boat, anchor boat, lurker and two dippers and are all made to scale using a lines plan that Education Officer, Debbie Rogers, found in a book in the Bartlett Library. The boats will be used to demonstrate to school children how shoals of pilchards were caught with seine nets as part of the ‘Hevva, Hevva’ living history workshop. Debbie says: ‘The model boats are a much needed visual aid and will give the children the opportunity to do some hands-on learning rather than watching me demonstrate the process with some rather ghastly laminated boat shapes!’
The six boats consist of a seine boat, stop-seine boat, anchor boat, lurker and two dippers and are all made to scale using a lines plan that Education Officer, Debbie Rogers, found in a book in the Bartlett Library. The boats will be used to demonstrate to school children how shoals of pilchards were caught with seine nets as part of the ‘Hevva, Hevva’ living history workshop. Debbie says: ‘The model boats are a much needed visual aid and will give the children the opportunity to do some hands-on learning rather than watching me demonstrate the process with some rather ghastly laminated boat shapes!’
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
New lighthouse workshop for schools
Here is a photo of Tom Hare as Eddie Matthews the Lighthouse Keeper.
School children will be able to meet a Lighthouse Keeper as part of a new workshop for Year 1 and 2 children (6-8 year olds). Eddie will ask the children to help him run the lighthouse as his two colleagues are sick in bed and Mr Grimshaw, the Lighthouse Inspector, is coming to do a thorough inspection.
The children will take part in challenges related to running a lighthouse, including sending a barrel full of supplies across the sea. If they complete all the tasks and the lighthouse passes inspection then they will receive a certificate which states they are now a Lighthouse Keeper Assistant.
Thanks goes to Trinity House and Pam Rowan for their help with Tom's costume.
School children will be able to meet a Lighthouse Keeper as part of a new workshop for Year 1 and 2 children (6-8 year olds). Eddie will ask the children to help him run the lighthouse as his two colleagues are sick in bed and Mr Grimshaw, the Lighthouse Inspector, is coming to do a thorough inspection.
The children will take part in challenges related to running a lighthouse, including sending a barrel full of supplies across the sea. If they complete all the tasks and the lighthouse passes inspection then they will receive a certificate which states they are now a Lighthouse Keeper Assistant.
Thanks goes to Trinity House and Pam Rowan for their help with Tom's costume.
Debbie Rogers (Education Dept)
Thanks Mick!
Mick has made three table-top rope making machines and a taller folding version for the education outreach workshops ‘Voyage of the Mystery’ and ‘Hevva, Hevva’.
Debbie takes the workshops to schools who can't travel to the museum so needed smaller machines that would fit in the back of her small car along with all the props and costume. They will be used for the first time on 2nd March by children at Wadebridge school.
by Debbie Rogers
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Scramble!
by NMMC Poet Laureate
I used to use the Lighthouse
when I steamed around the coasts –
a nautical Belisha
on a massive granite post!!
Our Lighthouses are going –
though they’ve been a great success;
(Once Maintenance get in the Hold,
there’ll be a right old mess!!)
A Helicopter’s coming
I wonder “Will it hover?
or dangle from the roof above,
maybe that’s too much bovver!!”
We could winch up awkward children
and leave them there to play,
the parents could look round alone
and have a peaceful day.
'Chinooks' are far too big to fit,
but a 'Sea King' should fit through
The 'Whirlwind' is now out of date –
though a 'Wessex' just might do.
There used to be a 'Dragonfly',
now been long phased out,
In Cyprus there’s a 'Griffin'-
named after HIM!! (I doubt!!!)
Whatever type we put on show,
the tourists will enjoy,
I shall want to climb in too –
and so will every boy.
I used to use the Lighthouse
when I steamed around the coasts –
a nautical Belisha
on a massive granite post!!
Our Lighthouses are going –
though they’ve been a great success;
(Once Maintenance get in the Hold,
there’ll be a right old mess!!)
A Helicopter’s coming
I wonder “Will it hover?
or dangle from the roof above,
maybe that’s too much bovver!!”
We could winch up awkward children
and leave them there to play,
the parents could look round alone
and have a peaceful day.
'Chinooks' are far too big to fit,
but a 'Sea King' should fit through
The 'Whirlwind' is now out of date –
though a 'Wessex' just might do.
There used to be a 'Dragonfly',
now been long phased out,
In Cyprus there’s a 'Griffin'-
named after HIM!! (I doubt!!!)
Whatever type we put on show,
the tourists will enjoy,
I shall want to climb in too –
and so will every boy.
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Passenger Ships - Manning
By Mike Pennell
The tragic stranding of Costa Concordia shows how things have changed since I was a junior officer on a 17,000 ton passenger ship in the 1960s. Although I held a 2nd Mates Certificate, I was not allowed to keep a bridge watch alone in confined or busy shipping areas and was always accompanied by one other Officer, plus a helmsman and a lookout.
Accepting that modern steering systems have reduced the need for a helmsman, the lookout is still important when Officers have to go into the Chartroom for navigational checks to be made. Regarding the course taken by a ship of over 100,000 tons, Balmoral cleared Ushant, Cape Finisterre & Cape St Vincent by about 10 miles!
Having cruised recently in Balmoral, before the ship sailed, an evacuation drill for all passengers was held, and any with disabilities noted for crew assistance in the event of having to proceed to lifeboat stations; lifejackets had to be worn & full instructions how to secure them were given & demonstrated. Anyone joining at intermediate ports was taken to a lounge and given similar instructions.
Obviously the 1100 passengers on Balmoral would be easier to deal with than the 4000 on Costa Concordia, but procedures should allow for these numbers. It seems apparent from reports that the Master did not behave in a professional or competent manner, but I am sure that after a full investigation has been concluded, the company will not be found blameless.
It is hoped that this event will not deter any prospective cruise passengers, because that could affect Falmouth.
The tragic stranding of Costa Concordia shows how things have changed since I was a junior officer on a 17,000 ton passenger ship in the 1960s. Although I held a 2nd Mates Certificate, I was not allowed to keep a bridge watch alone in confined or busy shipping areas and was always accompanied by one other Officer, plus a helmsman and a lookout.
Accepting that modern steering systems have reduced the need for a helmsman, the lookout is still important when Officers have to go into the Chartroom for navigational checks to be made. Regarding the course taken by a ship of over 100,000 tons, Balmoral cleared Ushant, Cape Finisterre & Cape St Vincent by about 10 miles!
Having cruised recently in Balmoral, before the ship sailed, an evacuation drill for all passengers was held, and any with disabilities noted for crew assistance in the event of having to proceed to lifeboat stations; lifejackets had to be worn & full instructions how to secure them were given & demonstrated. Anyone joining at intermediate ports was taken to a lounge and given similar instructions.
Obviously the 1100 passengers on Balmoral would be easier to deal with than the 4000 on Costa Concordia, but procedures should allow for these numbers. It seems apparent from reports that the Master did not behave in a professional or competent manner, but I am sure that after a full investigation has been concluded, the company will not be found blameless.
It is hoped that this event will not deter any prospective cruise passengers, because that could affect Falmouth.
Monday, 16 January 2012
Behind Closed Doors
by NMMC Poet Laureate
In the corner of the Quarterdeck
there’s a locked and coded door;
It makes the tourists wonder –
they don’t know what it’s for.
There are even Volunteers
who are just as mystified;
Who are these special people
who must be locked inside?
They slip in there at nine-o-clock,
then leave again at five,
and some come out for lunch each day
in order to survive.
If you ask the Duty Manager,
you get a strange reply,
they mumble (I don’t think they know -
won’t look you in the eye).
Most are not in uniform,
with varied forms of dress,
but finding what they DO in there
is anybody’s guess.
Most don’t have Cornish accents,
so they can’t belong down here,
they come and go at leisure –
and some just disappear!
I think they are 'Illegals',
not a Visa to their name,
I’ll inform the Border Agency –
That will stop their little game!!
In the corner of the Quarterdeck
there’s a locked and coded door;
It makes the tourists wonder –
they don’t know what it’s for.
There are even Volunteers
who are just as mystified;
Who are these special people
who must be locked inside?
They slip in there at nine-o-clock,
then leave again at five,
and some come out for lunch each day
in order to survive.
If you ask the Duty Manager,
you get a strange reply,
they mumble (I don’t think they know -
won’t look you in the eye).
Most are not in uniform,
with varied forms of dress,
but finding what they DO in there
is anybody’s guess.
Most don’t have Cornish accents,
so they can’t belong down here,
they come and go at leisure –
and some just disappear!
I think they are 'Illegals',
not a Visa to their name,
I’ll inform the Border Agency –
That will stop their little game!!
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Committee Recommendations Advising Personnel
Brief for Orientation Volunteer
An alternative welcome speech written by an annonymous volunteer designed as an alternative to that provided for our orientation volunteer. Perhaps produced following the Director's request for improved customer service?
"So, welcome to the National Maritime Museum Cornwall.
You have all paid an arm and a leg to come in out of the rain, but anyone who knows nothing about boats or the sea should leave NOW - regrettably no refunds can be given as you have already signed for Gift Aid. You will be allowed to wait in the shop for your friends, provided that you buy something.
If you look above your heads, you will notice various boats hanging rather precariously from the roof. It is better to stand clear of them although none have fallen for over two weeks. The last casualty was an elderly main from America who was looking upwards and taking a picture at the time. His camera was not damaged and his widow has generously donated the picture to our Archivist.
Over to your left is a large vintage river cruiser. Originally used by wealthy people on the River Thames, it is now launched on our Director's birthday each year and takes him across the harbour to his favourite 'watering hole', the Chain Locker. You will notice it is steam powered and the boiler is stoked on those trips by a Volunteer like me.
There are a number of Volunteers working here; we do not receive any remuneration, but the box by the exit has room for all coins (plus a slot for paper money). We are given the fleece I am wearing, and the shirt, although trousers and shoes have to be bought from our meagre pensions. The badge on my name tag indicates that for five years I have not sworn at a visitor, or pushed a child into the boating pool.
If you are frightened of the dark, do NOT enter the large doorway on your right, and just accept that you will have to buy a book about lighthouses in our well stocked shop.
Now watch where my finger is pointing. Those with young children can move in that direction and let them play in the life-raft or lifeboat, but PLEASE remove any knives they may be carrying, because puncturing either craft bears a penalty of £5 (credit cards accepted).
Those paying attention will see I have moved my finger and am now indicating the direction you should take to visit the Lookout Tower or Tidal Zone (for the latter, Wellington boots may be loaned by the Front Desk staff for a nominal charge).
Ascending the tower by the stairway is not recommended for anyone over the age of 40, and if the elevator is not working, over 40s will have to hear about the magnificent view from their younger family members. If you DO use the elevator and it sticks between floors, ensure you all scream in unison as the maintenance staff are rather hard of hearing. Do NOT use the telephone within the elevator between the hours of 12 and 2 as it disturbs the staff who will be at lunch.
I hope you all enjoy your visit."
An alternative welcome speech written by an annonymous volunteer designed as an alternative to that provided for our orientation volunteer. Perhaps produced following the Director's request for improved customer service?
"So, welcome to the National Maritime Museum Cornwall.
You have all paid an arm and a leg to come in out of the rain, but anyone who knows nothing about boats or the sea should leave NOW - regrettably no refunds can be given as you have already signed for Gift Aid. You will be allowed to wait in the shop for your friends, provided that you buy something.
If you look above your heads, you will notice various boats hanging rather precariously from the roof. It is better to stand clear of them although none have fallen for over two weeks. The last casualty was an elderly main from America who was looking upwards and taking a picture at the time. His camera was not damaged and his widow has generously donated the picture to our Archivist.
Over to your left is a large vintage river cruiser. Originally used by wealthy people on the River Thames, it is now launched on our Director's birthday each year and takes him across the harbour to his favourite 'watering hole', the Chain Locker. You will notice it is steam powered and the boiler is stoked on those trips by a Volunteer like me.
There are a number of Volunteers working here; we do not receive any remuneration, but the box by the exit has room for all coins (plus a slot for paper money). We are given the fleece I am wearing, and the shirt, although trousers and shoes have to be bought from our meagre pensions. The badge on my name tag indicates that for five years I have not sworn at a visitor, or pushed a child into the boating pool.
If you are frightened of the dark, do NOT enter the large doorway on your right, and just accept that you will have to buy a book about lighthouses in our well stocked shop.
Now watch where my finger is pointing. Those with young children can move in that direction and let them play in the life-raft or lifeboat, but PLEASE remove any knives they may be carrying, because puncturing either craft bears a penalty of £5 (credit cards accepted).
Those paying attention will see I have moved my finger and am now indicating the direction you should take to visit the Lookout Tower or Tidal Zone (for the latter, Wellington boots may be loaned by the Front Desk staff for a nominal charge).
Ascending the tower by the stairway is not recommended for anyone over the age of 40, and if the elevator is not working, over 40s will have to hear about the magnificent view from their younger family members. If you DO use the elevator and it sticks between floors, ensure you all scream in unison as the maintenance staff are rather hard of hearing. Do NOT use the telephone within the elevator between the hours of 12 and 2 as it disturbs the staff who will be at lunch.
I hope you all enjoy your visit."
Grumpy Volunteer's Corner
by Keith Evans
Why do I attract the oddballs? Don't answer that! It must be the rarefied atmosphere because it usually occurs in Lookout. A strange looking chap emerged from the lift wearing a coat down to his ankles and a dark trilby. Surveying the scene, he asked "Where's St Moos?" I said "St Mawes is across the other side" pointing him in the right direction. "Is there a bridge or a tunnel?" he asked. "No, but there is a ferry." I said. "Don't like boats" he said "they move in all directions." I am still trying to figure out why he came to a maritime museum.
A chap in a red windcheater came up and looked across at RFA Argus. "Is that solid steel? How does it float?" he asked. Here we go again, I thought. Do I tell him about Archimedes leaping out of his bath and running naked down the street shouting "Eureka!" Better not, I thought, he'll probably think I'm mad. "It's very buoyant" I said. Fortunately he changed the subject. "I've just come up from the basement (Tidal Zone)" he said. "Are those fish tame?" "No," I said "they're wild." "They don't look wild" he said. Now, I thought, what makes a fish wild? When you batter it I suppose. Ho, ho, ho. Sorry about that.
Now for things domestic. The shortest volunteer complains that she can't reach the rota sheet on the notice board in 1912 to sign in. "It's alright for you men" she said. I offered to give her a leg up but she declined.
Jonathan wants to improve our customer care (Blog 13 Dec), 'Tests are to be introduced soon.' I wouldn't bother if I were you Jonathan, with decades of experience we can flannel our way through anything. One way to enjoy old age is to cause as much chaos as possible and then to sit back and enjoy the confusion.
Why do I attract the oddballs? Don't answer that! It must be the rarefied atmosphere because it usually occurs in Lookout. A strange looking chap emerged from the lift wearing a coat down to his ankles and a dark trilby. Surveying the scene, he asked "Where's St Moos?" I said "St Mawes is across the other side" pointing him in the right direction. "Is there a bridge or a tunnel?" he asked. "No, but there is a ferry." I said. "Don't like boats" he said "they move in all directions." I am still trying to figure out why he came to a maritime museum.
A chap in a red windcheater came up and looked across at RFA Argus. "Is that solid steel? How does it float?" he asked. Here we go again, I thought. Do I tell him about Archimedes leaping out of his bath and running naked down the street shouting "Eureka!" Better not, I thought, he'll probably think I'm mad. "It's very buoyant" I said. Fortunately he changed the subject. "I've just come up from the basement (Tidal Zone)" he said. "Are those fish tame?" "No," I said "they're wild." "They don't look wild" he said. Now, I thought, what makes a fish wild? When you batter it I suppose. Ho, ho, ho. Sorry about that.
Now for things domestic. The shortest volunteer complains that she can't reach the rota sheet on the notice board in 1912 to sign in. "It's alright for you men" she said. I offered to give her a leg up but she declined.
Jonathan wants to improve our customer care (Blog 13 Dec), 'Tests are to be introduced soon.' I wouldn't bother if I were you Jonathan, with decades of experience we can flannel our way through anything. One way to enjoy old age is to cause as much chaos as possible and then to sit back and enjoy the confusion.
Monday, 9 January 2012
Volunteer Trail
by Milly Newman
A big thank you to all volunteers who kindly responded to our plea at the Volunteer Review meeting for ideas of your favourite objects in the museum. These are currently being used to create a great new trail around the building.
MAIN HALL
Sush!
On my first visit to the Museum I saw Sush and my first was ‘Wow, I’d love to own her’. Now I’m a volunteer and I still think the same when I see her.
She’s beautifully proportioned, rather cute, and obviously well-made. But most of all I imagine that single cylinder engine putt-putt-putting as Sush potters round the harbour. Of course the sun is shining, the picnic basket is loaded, my Panama hat is keeping the sun off, and all is right with the world.
Colin McLaren
Waterlily Thames Steam Launch
Sometimes in a lull between visitors I stand and imagine Waterlily drifting down the Thames on a beautiful summer’s day. The beautiful ladies in their pretty summer dresses with be-ribboned hats, relaxing beneath their parasols. They are attended by moustachioed gentlemen in their striped blazers and straw boaters. All sipping tea from delicate china cups and dipping into the picnic hampers.
Dawn Eden
THE HOLD
Light House Keepers’ Kitchen
This wonderful space gives a real feel for what life was once like inside a light house, when they were manned. It provides a wonderful glimpse into history, especially by being so open and hands on instead of having a roped barrier. It’s a lovely family exhibit that stirs the imagination: companionship, isolation, claustrophobia and service.
Dawn Eden
THE TOWER
Lookout
As the lift doors open you see the best in Falmouth. There is the living town dominated by the Docks, moored yachts and often the super-yachts from Pendennis Shipyard. You take this all in for a few minutes and then see the screen. It looks a bit like a computer game but you read the information, tap out a view, move to longer range and there you have the ships at sea, live: who they are, where they are going, how big they are, exactly where they are and the course they are taking. And it is live; they are there now. You really feel that you are in control.
John Fortey
Old Fashioned Diving Suit
This diving suit makes you appreciate how far modern technology has advanced and how difficult diving must have been in the past. It also reminds me of a Scooby Doo film. Dressed as a diver in a suit like this would often appear as one of the monsters in the show.
Dawn Eden
CORNISH QUAYSIDE
Lewis Billing’s Fisherman’s Loft
This reminds me of my childhood holidays spent at Gwithian. Although the chalets were holiday lets there was one permanent resident, a Mr Kirby, whose garage looked just like this exhibit. As children we would take along our 6d (21/2p), get a length of cat gut and a fish hook (no Health & Safety in those days – you learnt the hard way) and then go down on to the beach and go fishing for tiddlers in the rock pools. He was wonderful with us children and always greeted us as if he had nothing else to do but supply our needs. I doubt if he ever got rich from the takings!
Julie Bennie
CORNWALL AND THE SEA
Jane Slade
Jane Slade transports me back in time to the boatyard at Polruan in the days of sail. It was the only yard at that time owned, and run, by a woman. It triggered Daphne du Maurier’s first book ‘The Loving Spirit’. This picture just makes my mind wander around other memories: the hard life at sea, the people of Cornwall and Jane Slade herself.
Pauline Fortey
King Harry Diorama
We are in a recession now and yet there is only a handful of ships laid-up on King Harry’s Reach on the River Fal. This model shows that back in [Date] there were 24 ships laid up waiting for orders. Some of these ships went back to sailing round the world, others would have been sold to be broken up for scrap. Don’t miss a trip across the ferry to see today’s ships.
Stella Harvey
FALMOUTH GALLERY
Windsor Castle fight
I love the story behind this painting. Poor William was only 25 but had already been a prisoner of war four times having been over-powered three times by the French and once by Spanish privateers. ‘Not again. Not this time’ he’s thinking as he and his crew fight off the French yet again. Although out-numbered 86 to 28, William and his men fought bravely. They killed 28 of the French privateers and didn’t lose one man. On their return to Falmouth William was awarded £200. He sadly died aged 47 completely worn out by the rigours of the service.
Stella Harvey
NAV STATION
Sir Robin’s Radio
As I phone my friends on my mobile phone, I often think of this massive radio. To imagine this being the only means of communication – something so large. And imagine being out of contact with any other human being for over [100 days] when it failed. Today I can text, talk, and use the internet wherever I am in the world. Then, Sir Robin was alone; really alone. And it that was when I was a teenager. What a change in my lifetime.
Gallery Volunteer
BOATBUILDING
The Dugout Canoe
This dugout always amuses me. I imagine the telephone conversation between the museum and the boat-builder: ‘You want what: a dugout? Would a little dinghy not suit you better? Oh, you want it half-built. And I suppose you want me to leave the bark on one end. OK, but it’ll never float you know and the Harbourmaster will never let you use it.’ It might not have taken a modern boat-builder long to make this but imagine the hours that must have gone into an original dugout: all that burning and chopping with primitive tools where one false move could have created a hole and ruined the boat.
Gallery Volunteer
FLOTILLA
Jangarda
Is it a boat? Is it a raft? And why that enormous sail and what looks like a seat to sit upon? This is no normal boat and I long to visit Brazil to see a modern one in action: to see how they are used, to sail with the fishermen, to understand they way of life. Not as a tourist on a packaged tour but as a member of the community, experiencing their way of life for real.
Gallery Volunteer
A big thank you to all volunteers who kindly responded to our plea at the Volunteer Review meeting for ideas of your favourite objects in the museum. These are currently being used to create a great new trail around the building.
MAIN HALL
Sush!
On my first visit to the Museum I saw Sush and my first was ‘Wow, I’d love to own her’. Now I’m a volunteer and I still think the same when I see her.
She’s beautifully proportioned, rather cute, and obviously well-made. But most of all I imagine that single cylinder engine putt-putt-putting as Sush potters round the harbour. Of course the sun is shining, the picnic basket is loaded, my Panama hat is keeping the sun off, and all is right with the world.
Colin McLaren
Waterlily Thames Steam Launch
Sometimes in a lull between visitors I stand and imagine Waterlily drifting down the Thames on a beautiful summer’s day. The beautiful ladies in their pretty summer dresses with be-ribboned hats, relaxing beneath their parasols. They are attended by moustachioed gentlemen in their striped blazers and straw boaters. All sipping tea from delicate china cups and dipping into the picnic hampers.
Dawn Eden
THE HOLD
Light House Keepers’ Kitchen
This wonderful space gives a real feel for what life was once like inside a light house, when they were manned. It provides a wonderful glimpse into history, especially by being so open and hands on instead of having a roped barrier. It’s a lovely family exhibit that stirs the imagination: companionship, isolation, claustrophobia and service.
Dawn Eden
THE TOWER
Lookout
As the lift doors open you see the best in Falmouth. There is the living town dominated by the Docks, moored yachts and often the super-yachts from Pendennis Shipyard. You take this all in for a few minutes and then see the screen. It looks a bit like a computer game but you read the information, tap out a view, move to longer range and there you have the ships at sea, live: who they are, where they are going, how big they are, exactly where they are and the course they are taking. And it is live; they are there now. You really feel that you are in control.
John Fortey
Old Fashioned Diving Suit
This diving suit makes you appreciate how far modern technology has advanced and how difficult diving must have been in the past. It also reminds me of a Scooby Doo film. Dressed as a diver in a suit like this would often appear as one of the monsters in the show.
Dawn Eden
CORNISH QUAYSIDE
Lewis Billing’s Fisherman’s Loft
This reminds me of my childhood holidays spent at Gwithian. Although the chalets were holiday lets there was one permanent resident, a Mr Kirby, whose garage looked just like this exhibit. As children we would take along our 6d (21/2p), get a length of cat gut and a fish hook (no Health & Safety in those days – you learnt the hard way) and then go down on to the beach and go fishing for tiddlers in the rock pools. He was wonderful with us children and always greeted us as if he had nothing else to do but supply our needs. I doubt if he ever got rich from the takings!
Julie Bennie
CORNWALL AND THE SEA
Jane Slade
Jane Slade transports me back in time to the boatyard at Polruan in the days of sail. It was the only yard at that time owned, and run, by a woman. It triggered Daphne du Maurier’s first book ‘The Loving Spirit’. This picture just makes my mind wander around other memories: the hard life at sea, the people of Cornwall and Jane Slade herself.
Pauline Fortey
King Harry Diorama
We are in a recession now and yet there is only a handful of ships laid-up on King Harry’s Reach on the River Fal. This model shows that back in [Date] there were 24 ships laid up waiting for orders. Some of these ships went back to sailing round the world, others would have been sold to be broken up for scrap. Don’t miss a trip across the ferry to see today’s ships.
Stella Harvey
FALMOUTH GALLERY
Windsor Castle fight
I love the story behind this painting. Poor William was only 25 but had already been a prisoner of war four times having been over-powered three times by the French and once by Spanish privateers. ‘Not again. Not this time’ he’s thinking as he and his crew fight off the French yet again. Although out-numbered 86 to 28, William and his men fought bravely. They killed 28 of the French privateers and didn’t lose one man. On their return to Falmouth William was awarded £200. He sadly died aged 47 completely worn out by the rigours of the service.
Stella Harvey
NAV STATION
Sir Robin’s Radio
As I phone my friends on my mobile phone, I often think of this massive radio. To imagine this being the only means of communication – something so large. And imagine being out of contact with any other human being for over [100 days] when it failed. Today I can text, talk, and use the internet wherever I am in the world. Then, Sir Robin was alone; really alone. And it that was when I was a teenager. What a change in my lifetime.
Gallery Volunteer
BOATBUILDING
The Dugout Canoe
This dugout always amuses me. I imagine the telephone conversation between the museum and the boat-builder: ‘You want what: a dugout? Would a little dinghy not suit you better? Oh, you want it half-built. And I suppose you want me to leave the bark on one end. OK, but it’ll never float you know and the Harbourmaster will never let you use it.’ It might not have taken a modern boat-builder long to make this but imagine the hours that must have gone into an original dugout: all that burning and chopping with primitive tools where one false move could have created a hole and ruined the boat.
Gallery Volunteer
FLOTILLA
Jangarda
Is it a boat? Is it a raft? And why that enormous sail and what looks like a seat to sit upon? This is no normal boat and I long to visit Brazil to see a modern one in action: to see how they are used, to sail with the fishermen, to understand they way of life. Not as a tourist on a packaged tour but as a member of the community, experiencing their way of life for real.
Gallery Volunteer
Happy New Year
by Mike Pennell, NMMC Poet Laureate
So now we’re into Twenty Twelve,
the Tree’s been put away;
There’s wrapping paper everywhere,
the house in disarray!
I’d stay to help with tidying -
but don’t know where things stow;
and anyway, I’m due on Shift
so really ought to go.
It’s a time for RESOLUTIONS
(in my life I’ve made a lot)
but by the end of Hogmanay
most are long forgot!!
A Museum Resolution
that should not go adrift!! –
is “Try your best to be on time
when you relieve a shift”!!
I wish you all “a Good New Year”,
with lots of Tourists in,
We’re fresh from too much food and drink,
so let the year begin!!
So now we’re into Twenty Twelve,
the Tree’s been put away;
There’s wrapping paper everywhere,
the house in disarray!
I’d stay to help with tidying -
but don’t know where things stow;
and anyway, I’m due on Shift
so really ought to go.
It’s a time for RESOLUTIONS
(in my life I’ve made a lot)
but by the end of Hogmanay
most are long forgot!!
A Museum Resolution
that should not go adrift!! –
is “Try your best to be on time
when you relieve a shift”!!
I wish you all “a Good New Year”,
with lots of Tourists in,
We’re fresh from too much food and drink,
so let the year begin!!
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