Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Fall River Crew: Our Bounty

Part of the HMS Bounty’s history was clarified in a letter written in response to my article concerning the ship’s connection to Maine shipbuilding. Tom Murray, founding president of the Tall Ship Bounty Foundation, and a director of the Marine Museum at Fall River, wrote to clarify the state of the ship’s hull when Robert Hanson purchased the vessel. This article is based on my interview with Murray, as he shared his poignant remembrance of the Fall River portion of the ship’s history. 

After filming Treasure Island, aboard the HMS Bounty, Charlton Heston mused, “The three most magnificent things in the world are a woman’s body, a racing thoroughbred, and a full rigged ship under sail.”  Not the first Hollywood actor to be charmed by her spell, Bounty enchanted many screen legends, one serving as her savior, Marlon Brando.  His insistence upon salvaging the ship instead of allowing it to burn in the final scene was a decision that charted a new course for the HMS Bounty: giving her a life beyond the screen.  Instead of being scuttled, Bounty sailed 30,000 miles around the world to promote the 1964 Mutiny on the Bounty movie.  In 1965, she became a permanent attraction in St. Petersburg, Florida. 





Fast-forward to 1988; when media mogul Ted Turner purchased the vast MGM library and gained a square rigged ship in the deal.  A sailing legend in his own right, Turner refitted the ship and sailed her on both of the US coasts, the Maritimes, and the Great Lakes in 1989-90 out of her home port of Miami, FL.  

Bounty in Greenwich Bay
 

While Bounty was sailing, the Fall River, MA Chamber of Commerce was initiating a success story, one that would begin a new wave of good PR for the city.  Leaders launched a new festival, “Fall River Celebrates America,” in 1987. The idea worked.  Now how to expound on it?  During one leadership gathering, a suggestion took root: What if a tall ship could assist in promoting the city? 



When opportunity knocked a few years later, they were ready.  Bounty visited Fall River’s 1991 festival.  Turner was so impressed with the city’s hospitality; he contacted the Fall River Chamber Foundation to test the waters of interest in acquiring the ship.  A plan was hatched, a proposal submitted, and Tall Ship Captain Ernie Cummings added credibility to the team.  In short order, Turner donated the ship to the Fall River Chamber Foundation.  It was now their baby.  

“What a prize! We were thrilled! We owned the HMS Bounty, perhaps the most famous tall ship in the world,” exclaimed Murray, the director of the new Tall Ship Bounty Foundation.  The ship sailed from Miami, with Jay Bolton, Captain of the Elissa, at the helm.   Murray was aboard for that trip. “There was a busker sitting on a bench playing the saxophone.  Bounty left Miami for the last time to the notes of “Auld Lang Syne” wafting over the harbor.”  





The ship visited several ports on the way to her new home, arriving to crowds lining the banks of the Taunton River, the approach to Fall River, on June 18, 1993.  The tremendous reception initiated a tall ship love affair that lasted eight years. The blitz generated hundreds of millions of images across North America, promoting Fall River as Bounty’s homeport.  The plan worked better than they could have imagined, for it also gave them something they didn’t figure on: the joys of sail training.  

Bounty in Parade of Sail, Duluth, MN, Photo by Erin Short


A fully rigged ship is not sailed alone; teamwork is a requirement of survival in an uncompromising environment.  A ship can’t discriminate, it goes where the winds and humans direct it; only a crew who makes the best use of both resources will get somewhere.   Anyone venturing upon the sea is instantly accountable for his or her actions.  Mistakes are easily translated into a loss of life, when “bad” can deteriorate to “deadly” with the force of one wave.     

When the English fleet was mapping and conquering the seas in the age of sail, the notoriously brutal discipline was a requirement.  Captains knew the majority of sailors had been shanghaied, taken from families and forced into servitude.  Captain Bligh’s discipline was not unusual for his day; it was just the way things were. Sailors bonded because the work was hard, the conditions and food deplorable and the discipline harsh. Surviving a voyage at sea was a worthy achievement; it brought a man into a rare fraternity, a brotherhood of the real “iron men.” 





Aboard the HMS Bounty, the Fall River crew was a family, sharing a bond of toil, hard work, effort, sweat and elbow grease, as sailors of old.  The difference was their choice to participate in something greater than themselves.       

Murray reminisces, “It was something to see the volunteers come out to learn to sail, maintain and show the ship. We developed sail training programs for the gifted and talented and for youth-at-risk.  “I will never forget the sense of pride the cadets had when they took that first step onto the footropes at 40, 60, 90 or 120 feet above the deck while the ship was underway.  The pride of accomplishment in conquering their fear was life changing for them.”

“Some crew members met, fell in love and married each other. One family adopted their daughter through relationships in the Bounty community. Children were born and grew up while we crewed on Bounty. When we faced life’s difficulties, working on the ship provided a lifeline. We applied our skills to maintain her, and we learned new skills. We all have a personal story about “Our Bounty.”  

When Bounty wasn’t sailing, she wintered at Heritage Park, tied to a floating dock near a sea wall. The dock had huge 20’ x 40’ aluminum framed fenders with protected corners.  From September to January, there was no one living aboard.  One year, the fall weather and winds kept pushing the ship against the metal pier.  Water started coming in.  A hole was discovered in the hull by the fenders that led to a leak so bad that the Fall River Fire Department had to pump out 5000 gallons of water a minute under the watchful eye of a USCG Marine Safety Officer.  Robin Walbridge helped to save the ship from sinking at the dock.    

Captain Robin in the Great Cabin



When Bounty was acquired by Fall River, the hull was copper clad to keep out the voracious toredo worms.  Bounty went through two haul outs in a culmination of paid shipwrights and volunteer hands working together. The 1994 haul out focused on plank and hull work, a $250,000 undertaking.  The second, in 1998, at Kelly’s Shipyard in Fairhaven, MA, worked out to a total of $400,000.  The volunteer crew collectively invested over $200,000 of man-hours into the project.  

Hauling out, Boothbay Harbor Shipyard, Maine



During the yard periods, the copper clad patches were removed.  The ship was starting to show her age, with a telltale “hog” in the keel, evidence of the ship’s working over time in the water.  Murray affirms, “During the second haul out, Robin Walbridge decided to replace the copper with the new paint that reportedly had the same effect as the copper.  It was the latest thing.” 


This is where the accounts differ, as Joe Jackimovicz, yard manager at Boothbay Harbor Shipyard stated in a prior interview, “the ship had not used marine grade anti-fouling paint.”  Murray affirmed, that Walbridge used the new paint, believing it has the same effect as the copper patches.  The effectiveness of the paint was accessed during that first haul out in August of 2001.  “The hull was “riddled with wormholes and leaking 30,000 gallons an hour, 500 gallons a minute,” Jackimovicz affirmed.    



If a boat is “a floating hole one pours money into,” the HMS Bounty certainly fit the bill.  After the extensive repairs, money and elbow grease, eventually, the realization came that the Foundation could no longer keep the ship going.  Robert Hansen bought the ship in March 16, 2001; and set a course for Boothbay, Maine, where Jackimovicz would haul out the ship, the first of four times.    

It was bittersweet, to hear of Bounty’s adventures sailing with other crew. “Our Bounty was doing what she should do, in a way that was a credit to us all.  She sailed the US Coasts, Maritimes, and to Europe,” remembers Murray.  It was time to be proud for what the ship was now able to do: begin the task of reconfiguring into a sailing school vessel.  It was time to release her, embrace new ideas and savor the experience.     



That was a tall order.  In the years since Bounty left Fall River, the museum has fallen on hard times.  The Fall River crew is bonded in solidarity on a new goal: to preserve the ship’s legacy.  Things looked impossible until new leadership, and a wave of new members infused working capital that was matched by the bank.  Now debt free, the museum also received a grant that effectively secured funding to provide a permanent home for the stories, memories, artifacts, and images of the Bounty and the people she touched.  The museum will also honor the United States Coast Guard’s heroic rescue of the HMS Bounty surviving crew with exhibit celebrating their heroism.  


Now, the goal can be accomplished without financial limits.  Preserving the memories of the ship is a vastly different objective from keeping the ship afloat.  Experience is a willing teacher.  As with sailing aboard the Bounty, the rewards will far outweigh the toil.  It’s a labor propelled by love for a ship, and for the incredibly rich learning experiences she brought into the lives of the Fall River crew. 

This article is an excerpt from the upcoming book: HMS Bounty: A Star to Steer By.     

 



Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Story Begins...



Sailing to Maine. Photo by Josh S. 
This weekend marks the anniversary 
of the opportunity of a lifetime.  
  
As a journalist pulled by the inner passion to put pen to paper, I approach writing from my experiences, not from brochures and guidebooks.  I'm inspired to communicate about the waking, breathing, living, day to day experience.  At times, it's the greatest thing ever.  At others, it's the greatest challenge to be true to the experience even though it isn't always pretty, inspiring or neat.  



There is an ocean of pain with the topic of the HMS Bounty, pain I am still sifting through and sorting among the brilliant joys of the experience.  In sharing my experience, I hope to provide a way to see, feel and make a connection for you, the reader.  It is only one glimpse into a few precious days of life aboard a 50 year old ship.  My story wasn't only about the ship; the ship was a catalyst that fueled inspiration and alchemized ideas.  It answered questions for me that I didn't yet know how to ask.     

I will go to my next life saying, "This was the best time of my life."  For me personally, sailing on the HMS Bounty was a place I was happy to be.  I felt a sincere privilege to be aboard, mixed with a weight of responsibility to write something that would compel people to visit.  After the ship sank, the magnitude of that responsibility became greater than I ever thought possible.  Even with the searing pain scattered among the wonder, I am still compelled to share.   This book is NOT about the sinking of the ship, or about the mistakes that lead up to it.  It does not attempt to address the unanswered questions that remain from the tragedy, including my own. 

HMS Bounty: A Star to Steer By is about my unforgettable experience that set a standard and marked me forever.  I feel a deep appreciation for the hundreds of Life lessons and the multitude of coincidences that lined up so beautifully for this amazing journey, and for all that continues to unfold, even today.   




At the dock in Gloucester prior to departure. Photo by my friend Barbara.
When I stepped aboard the HMS Bounty as crew, everything changed. 

The world has absolutely turned upside down since Captain Robin Walbridge was a guest on Destination Maine.  Never did I dream that sailing aboard Bounty would be a possibility, much less a fond memory to treasure.  





But that’s the way serendipity works.  It sneaks up when least expected and props a door open to a previously unseen pathway; one that led to much more than my best sailing dream come true. 

The seed of this opportunity began growing as I perused Facebook, after the tall ships gathering in Halifax.  A wedding photographer captured a newly wed couple in front of the HMS Bounty at night.  The ship’s image was distinctive in the background; her yards draped with swooping, froths of canvas. The night lights of the ship shone upward in the rigging behind the couple, the streetlight sparkling above them.  That image was a moment I'd love to create in my own life, someday.  

I felt sad because I’d missed the Tall Ships Halifax festival this year, the very thing that brought me to land here in Maine.  The lines were too long to get close to the ship.  Somehow, seeing Bounty in the parade of sail cemented the importance of the accomplishments and lessons of that journey.    







Bounty was heading for Belfast, ME.  I contacted the home office asked the unthinkable, but hoped it would work.  Could the Captain do a radio interview? 

Overnight, 25 signed ship tour passes arrived, to give away to listeners.  
The interview was unusual one, where something that was said really grabbed my attention, enough to ponder the heart of the person who'd said it.   If making a kid's day was the best part of the captain's day, what would it be like to sail?  

After the show, I drove to Belfast to see the vessel and meet the crew.  Somehow, I also convinced the Chamber of Commerce to let me have the very last available ticket for the cocktail party the following night.  The LAST ticket!  Good thing, because I missed Captain Walbridge after the show.  I rushed home to edit the interview..    

Bounty in Halifax. 
At the party, I met Captain Robin in person.  I gave him the CD of the show, and a card made from a photo I shot of the Bounty in the Parade of Sail in Halifax, 2009.  He asked how I came to take the image, and listened intently about my Tall Ships journey.  Traveling all that way with a dog and cat must have made an impression.   


Chamber of Commerce party, Belfast, ME.

With 100 people aboard for the event, there wasn't much wiggle room.  I kept bumping into him and we’d chat for a minute or two.  Then, someone would want to speak with him, and I’d break away and get more shots of the food, the band, and pirate attired folks making a night of it aboard this amazing vessel.  Of course it was tough to get the shots I’d hoped for, but I figured at least one or two would turn out. 

I'd had the feeling he was observing without being obvious, sizing me up.  I wasn't here to party, I was here to get a story at a party, even though I'd paid for the ticket myself. I'd paid to meet him face to face, when I could have simply left an envelope with a CD in it the previous day.  That wasn't lost on him.  



Captain Robin Walbridge in Belfast, ME. 8/11/2012.
It was time to get home and start writing.  I found Captain Robin to thank him.  This time, I was nervous because of the question that threatened to command the exchange.  I blurted out the burning question before all manner of reason could possibly intervene.  It was all or nothing.   “Do you ever have room for media aboard?”  He nodded and said, “Yes.  When do you want to sail?”  I was thunderstruck, dumbfounded, utterly speechless.  I felt as if the winning million dollar lotto ticket had just been placed in my hands.  

“Uh….wha…uhm, would love to!” I stammered, “But need some time to put this together.”   Captain Robin grinned, letting the magnitude sink in.  He'd been here before, watching the expressions of surprise cross the facial landscape.  He showed me the list of ports Bounty would be calling on the rest of the season.  Gloucester to Eastport, ME looked like a possibility, so we made a plan to board on Monday, September 3, 2012.






Standing on the deck, as we prepared to leave Gloucester Harbor, I'm chuckling a bit. 

The harbormaster is watching, he breaks a grin and waves.  Now he believes that I'm indeed sailing aboard the ship.  Standing here, I believe it now, too.  
A bunch of folks stand on the dock, waiting to watch Bounty sail away. 

It's the first time the wind has been right for Bounty to sail from the dock in a very long time.   Another new crew member and I are introduced and assigned a watch.  After muster, the we go through a rundown of the safety gear aboard, covering the bases: fire prevention, life jackets, survival suits, and the "man overboard" bucket.   We are also shown where the crew quarters are and told not to explore them.  The crew's privacy was important.

The safety tour was over; it was time to help prepare to get underway.  The deck was alive with crew, all doing different tasks to sea stow the ship for sailing.  This is such a huge ship compared to the Maine windjammers I'm familiar with.  It takes many hands working together to accomplish each task.   Help is easily asked for and also offered.  I'm immediately overwhelmed with listening and learning, keeping an eye on what is happening around me.  The first lesson is to keep my feet out of the center of the ropes coiled on the deck, because it could mean a surprise ride into the rigging from the wrong vantage point.  Time to put the camera down and help sea stow the cannons.  Enthusiasm takes over where ignorance leaves off, and before I know it, I'm engaged and learning; all signals are on in this new environment.  I made it through the first day, worked harder than I thought physically able, was absolutely exhausted and enjoyed every minute of it.   I found a comfortable place in the great cabin to sleep, grabbed my towel to use for a pillow and dreamed of coiling lines.  



Monday, January 27, 2014

In Memory of Claudene Christian

Claudene Christian boarded the HMS Bounty as a volunteer crew member for the 2012 season.   In her honor, I am posting the eulogy from the Memorial service in Fall River.


Claudene Christian on the HMS Bounty 


"When the heart weeps for what 
it has lost, 


the Spirit Laughs 
for what it has found."  

Sufi 




December 1, 2012 will forever be etched in my memory.  It was a day filled with sadness for what was lost, and gratitude for what remains.  Words cannot describe the bittersweet sadness  of this day.  To be asked to give the eulogy for Claudene Christian was such an honor.  



At the Memorial Service.  Photo by Rick Blood.  
Conversations after the service were deep, rich and meaningful.  Over and over again, people said that although they didn't know Claudene, they felt like they knew her now.  The feedback was so affirming, so wonderful to know that people really got a clear idea of who Claudene was, and what she accomplished.    


It's time you knew her too.   








Claudene Christian was a free spirited soul who lived life to the fullest.  She resonated on levels most folks have forgotten even existed.  While many of you knew her better, I learned things about her that I believe she would like me to share with you.  


Claudene boldly extended herself to meet people where they were.

She greeted new crew members with, “Hi! I’m Claudene Christian, the great, great, great, great, great granddaughter of Fletcher Christian.  If you need anything, or have any questions, just ask.  I want you to know you can trust me.” 

That’s one powerful statement to pull out of a “How do you do?” 






Born on October 18, 1970, Claudene learned to go after her goals early.  When many little girls played “house,” “nurse” or “school teacher”, Claudene set her sights on something else.  Her playroom had an office.  The phone never rang, and there were no real customers at Trott Tuttle Investments, but four year old Claudene didn’t let that faze her pretending to be an “Entrepreneur.”   

Once, when I asked her how to do something on the ship, she winked and said, “Fake it ‘til you make it.”  Claudene spent a lifetime putting that motto into practice.  She wasn’t afraid to take a bold leap into something new and learn it along the way.   

In high school, she did the things that many talented kids do: sang the lead in the high school musicals, competed in gymnastics, earned 16 Varsity letters, and sported 2 tiaras as Miss Alaska National Teen-Ager and Miss Alaska All American Co-ed.  

Marketing was also one of her developing talents.  Always looking for new opportunities, savvy Claudene figured out how to host a high school dance at the town Convention center.  She took the initiative to pre-book dates, and posted flyers at high schools all over town.  She arranged everything from the food to the DJ to clean up.  Nobody knew that the high school student behind the dance parties was pocketing a chunk of change for her efforts.   


In college, she was one of two girls out of 600 to become a USC Song girl.  The status quo of practices, games and socializing in addition to studies did not suffice.  When she saw a holiday wish list from the school newspaper asking for a “USC Song Girl in my pocket,” the spark of inspiration hit her, and she began what became a 4 year quest to make a cheerleader doll. 


Claudene had an indomitable spirit.  
She was not one to let anything hold her back. 

One day, she needed information from the Business Library, but was turned away because she was not officially enrolled in the Business School.  She went back with a borrowed ID, and got in the door.  She needed to research manufacturers willing to make dolls in smaller lots of 3000.  Well you know Claudene.  She got what she was after, and then some.

It would take her entire college career to work the details out for her company, but Claudene was unstoppable.  Three years after the initial crazy idea, and just before the last game, 100 brand new Cheerleader Dolls sat on the shelves at the school bookstore.  The logistics of where to park the other 2900 dolls soon became part of the entrepreneurial gauntlet she was only too willing to run.   

After that game, orders poured in for 1000 more dolls.  A few years later, Mattel would dare to challenge Claudene’s endeavor, they sued her and won! 

She didn’t let that stop her either. Instead, she counter sued.  After 8 years of legal wrangling, she won.  After the judge’s ruling, she had her picture taken with the Mattel representative, because to her, it was a victory lap.      



Obstacles did not impede her.  Claudene didn’t hear “No” very well, either.  Instead, she always found a way to get things done.  The challenges of her endeavors brought her to new levels and introduced her to people willing to help her succeed. 

It was the wisdom of these experiences that she stood upon.  That’s how the newest volunteer crew member could extend her hand and tell you who she was with total confidence. 

And when she did, you knew without a doubt that you had just met your newest ally.   

Claudene and I in Boothbay after the HMS Bounty was hauled out.
Photo by Steve Frederick. 

 Claudene was living her dream.  


Claudene was thrilled to sail aboard the Bounty. Her family’s history with the Bounty was an important connection.  Sailing Bounty fulfilled  a desire lodged deep within her DNA. 

“While everyone shivers during breezy nights at sea, this native Alaskan relishes in the cold temperatures. Although no longer a cheerleader at USC, you can often find her cheering on shipmates as we haul the main top halyard. Claudene has worked for Fox Sports and Churchill Downs in Corporate Marketing. Though Bounty might be her greatest quest yet, she is quick to state that she never backs down from a challenge! It is with great pride, respect and appreciation that she takes this journey in memory of Fletcher Christian and carries on the family tradition to live a “Bounty-ful life.” Although Bounty is both proud and fearful to have a descendant of the infamous Fletcher Christian on board, our Captain hopes that this familial bond does not include leading a mutiny.” 


With the Mounties in Halifax, NS July 2012



Claudene was always learning.   She delighted in stretching herself to meet new challenges and make new friends. 

If she didn’t know something, that didn’t stop her.  She trusted herself in the moment, and even if it was much later, she would learn what made things work the way they did.  

Painting the hull in Boothbay Harbor with Jessica Hewitt. 
Claudene was in her element aboard Bounty.  She loved the water, the ocean, loved being a part of something so big.  She enjoyed meeting new people in every port.  She made it a point to get to know the new crew.  I truly believe that if the Crew had a chance to cast a vote, Claudene would win the title of “Miss Congeniality.”   




Claudene especially loved being a part of the crew.  The girl who arrived with a rolling suitcase packed with shower gear and a hair dryer was the same one who loved immersing herself in the dirtiest jobs on the ship.  She happily volunteered to do grubby tasks like crawling down to the anchor chain locker to flake the chain, or scrubbing out bilges or tarring the rigging. She was most happy with streaks of tar on her face and a grin.    

One day, a close friend of hers came by on a boat and waved hello. Claudene was up the main top halyard, having just crawled out of the chain locker. She was sweating and flushed, covered in mud, blond hair flying.  She was having the time of her life.

Her cabin mate, Eliza shared an even more personal look at life with Claudene. 

“She had so many clothes in her bunk that she could barely fit - there was a little hole that she burrowed through and, when she was asleep, all I could see were her fuzzy socks sticking out.   Quite often her clothes would fall out, especially if the ship was rolling.  She'd collect them in the morning and shove them back into the bunk.

She had neon lights strung up near the end of her bunk, which she would turn on late at night to make me laugh.

There wasn't much wind this summer but one day on the Chesapeake, Bounty was heeled way over, flying through the water. We had to hold on tight as we hurried across the deck to set sails. Claudene told me later that she had been afraid, scared that Bounty would capsize, until she looked over and saw Laura laughing in the wind, and then she wasn't afraid anymore.


With Laura Groves in Boothbay Harbor, ME 



That's the memory I think of most when I picture Claudene in the days before the Bounty sank. I wasn't there, but Doug said she was having the best time ever on the best sail ever, and I think that on that transit, before everything went downhill, she was laughing right alongside Laura. By then she was a sailor at heart.”


Thank you Eliza, for sharing that glimpse of Claudene. 


I saw Claudene dancing in a vision afterwards, during a performance by Alasdair Frasier and Natalie Haas at the Boothbay Opera House.  It’s a place where the veil is thin.  People and entities gather there because they like the music.  Before going inside, I asked for a sign that Claudene and Robin were OK in the next level.      

I sat on the front row, beside two empty chairs.  From the first note of music, the tears began seeping, and suddenly I was reeling from the enormity of it all.  Only 2 weeks ago, I’d seen the ship off, from the dock a few blocks away.  How very much the world has changed in those short weeks.   

Natalie began playing a song called “Josephine’s Waltz” on her cello.  It may as well have been called “Claudene’s Walz.”  The notes poured forth like chocolate silk, richly beautiful deep tones moving in a slow, loving cadence.  I closed my eyes to absorb it, and my heart open.       


Then a picture came to my mind’s eye.   

Out of the blackness, a tiny orb of light floated.  It began to glow, brighter and brighter.  The light stretched into a long, pink ribbon.  I watched it slowly twirl, and expand until I could see a hand, then an arm, then her face. 

Claudene Christian looked at me with those clear blue eyes and radiated, big, full of life, happy and smiling.  She was dancing, with the ribbon on waves of pure joy.   The light expanded, and I saw others standing around her in a circle.  Robin was there too; smiling at her like he smiled at us all when he appreciated something about us.  Claudene stopped, curtsied and invited him to dance.  Together, they waltzed out to the center of the floor.

After Natalie finished, Alasdair shared his fondness of wooden boats; telling a story of a concert once played under a ship’s upturned hull and the wondrous acoustics that resulted.  With that, he put the bow to the strings, and struck the first notes of “Wooden Ships” in a tribute to the HMS Bounty.   The sound of his fiddle, pure and bittersweet, filled every molecule in the room.  

The music took Robin and Claudene into a new spaceThe circle of light opened wider, revealing more loved ones who have crossed over.  They were all in attendance at this Bounty party on the deck of the ship, a place where many parties and good times were had by countless numbers of people.  Familiar faces jumped out at me. My Dad, my grandmother, my great aunt.  Two more special ones were there, the ones whose passing gave me the freedom to say Yes! To sailing on the Bounty.    

And that’s when Robin and Claudene stretched their hands out to me and invited me to dance.  I leapt up from the chair and took a turn around the floor, the clump of us somehow all dancing in our own ways, yet in sync.  

I believe the ribbon in Claudene’s hand was symbolic of heart energy connecting us, weaving through all the people as they were dancing on the deck of the ship.  The ribbon was pure love, and light, the highest level of joy, the purest form of heart energy there is.  Claudene was sharing it with everyone, wrapping it around them like a soft blanket.    


As the last notes of Alasdair’s song faded, they struck a new chord within me.  The love of wooden ships and the sea are a common bond of connection shared by many the world over.  The loss of loved ones who live life by the sea is one thing that comes with the unpredictability of that love. 


The magnitude of that vision and its message are clear to me.  If we were to imitate her, we would happily take the experiences that life gives us and squeeze every drop of them dry.    

We would make time to say, “I love you. You matter to me.”   

We are to open and share our hearts, to choose to engage, and reach beyond our comfort zones, just a little farther than we believe we can go. 

The Bounty experience showed us how to do that.  It is possible to live harmoniously, with understanding, acceptance and at least as much compassion for each other as for ourselves.  It showed us how we can harness the collection of our individual talents as one, and channel them to a greater purpose, one that involved sailing a fully rigged ship around the world.    

In so doing, we shared this fantastic experience with all hearts that gazed longingly upon her masts, her decks, her billowing sails.    

Claudene knew there was something special about being a part of Bounty Crew.  She enjoyed living in community, stretching herself to grow and learn and be more than she could be.  Bounty was a dream come true for her, as it was for many of us. 

On the outside, it’s apparent that Claudene was successful because of what she accomplished.  To those who knew her for any length of time, her successes were much richer, her life more bounty-ful than we can imagine.  She showed us how to love each moment fully extended, her heart leading the way.  She demonstrated how to dance in the joy of life with delight and streaks of tar on her face.  And she is dancing, dancing, dancing…

The tide recedes, bright seashells on the sand,
The sun goes down; gentle warmth lingers on the land.
The music stops, yet goes on in sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains. 

Rest in peace, Claudene Christian.  Your life will always be sweet music in our hearts. 

In Loving Memory of Claudene Christian  
October 18, 1970 - October 29, 2012