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Friday, November 11, 2011

THE EDMOND FITZGERALD---A PART OF MICHIGAN'S HISTORY

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald   Click on this link for a day in Michigan history.  Link is to YouTube.



Announcer (0:04): An air and sea search is continuing for possible survivors of the Edmund Fitzgerald, a 729 foot ore carrier, which apparently broke apart and sunk last night on Lake Superior. The ship and its 29-man crew vanished in a storm with 80 mile-an-hour winds and wave heights up to 25 feet. All that has been found is an oil slick and some debris.
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song begins at 0:17
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Radio Transmission (3:11): "We last had contact with 'em, the mate had talked to him ... at about 10 minutes after 7, 19:10, and he said he was going along fine and no problem."
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Radio Transmission (3:21): "But it looks from the information that we have that it's, uh, fairly certain that the, uh, Fitzgerald went down."
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Radio Transmission (4:04): "Uh, no, I didn't have him, uh, visually, I had him on radar; he was, uh, exactly 10 miles ahead of us. I asked him how he was making out with his problems and he said he was holding his own, but I, uh, lost contact after that."

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Lyrics:

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that big ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the Gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya"
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early"

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Top Comments

  • ‎36 years ago, the Great Lakes freighter Edmund Fitzgerald and its crew of 29, succumbed to stresses caused in part by 40 ft waves during a "white hurricane", with sustained winds over 80 mph. Due to constructive interference (rogue) waves with heights of 70 ft, storm surge, overloading, a weakened hull, and possible top-side flooding through missing hatch covers, the "Fitz" catastrophically split in two and sank 15 miles from Whitefish Bay in as little as 14 seconds.

2 comments:

  1. Julie, This really brings back memories for me. A friend of mine was dating a guy who was on that boat. Her dad and a couple of her brothers also worked on the Great Lake ships but thank God weren't on that ship. It was a very hard time but I was so glad there was a song written about it. It was a great memorial for all those that lost their lives. It is a hard and sometimes risky profession. Pam Schooler(Martha's friend in Perrysburg)

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  2. Wasn't that a beautiful posting on YouTube about the Fritz? I still get goose bumps when I hear that song. I lived for two years in Marquette, Michigan where we saw the freighters sailing in and out every day.

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