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They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

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Scotty's Sea Burial

Scotty's Sea Burial

Bailey's Island, Maine

July 23, 2016



with 20 or so friends and family, Kathy Scott, Olivia Hurd and Harold Scott, Jr conducted Scotty's ashes to the sea. Kathy used Scotty's silver baby cup and read some poignant words of farewell,. Then Olivia read the Masefield poem (below) in honor of her father while those in attendance dropped rose petals over the side. It was a truly magnificent way to honor and to say goodbye on a schooner on an incoming tide.

Sea Fever 

by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

Bathing in Scotty's SpotLight

Bathing in Scotty's SpotLight

Traveling Light

Traveling Light