So I'm going to let you go to those sites to see more historic ships.
And here I'll just add some more recent photos of my various family members...when they were much younger!
Pretending to be afloat, when your feet, or knees, are on a stony river bottom...my sis in the tube, unknown little girl standing up, and me in a bathing cap. Do they still make those? Somehow I just had to have my hair looking good. I wonder if there were boys at that camp, or I'd just decided at 12 or 13 that my looks made a difference in my life.
A painting of a ship...wish I knew whose or what or where.
A few years ago, my youngest son and a friend (in background) went for a canoe ride on the Santa Fe River in Florida. You can't go downstream because the river goes underground through a sinkhole for a couple of miles, near Gainesville FL.
I remember learning to swim with a cringe. In the winter in St. Louis in an indoor pool. But in PE class the girls had to wear tank suits which were very unbecoming to pre-teens. And I always seemed to get that chlorinated water in my nose! I also got leg and foot cramps very easily, so would not always even be able to swim for long...part of growing up. Not to mention leaving the gym and having damp hair in frigid weather! It's amazing that by the time I was in college I was brave enough to take a diving class for PE. And I still prefer to swim in fresh or salt water...sensitive nose you know!
I'm sharing this with Sepia Saturday where, for the month of Oct. we look at From Here To There.
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what to hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Barbara Kingsolver