Where “Summer” is a Verb
05/24/2014 - 05/24/2014 70 °F
Goat Island, Newport, RI
Saturday, May 24th, 2014
We were allowed to sleep in today. Breakfast was at 08:00 and the workday started in 09:00. I suppose that yes this is sleeping in for some folks, but it wasn’t exactly what I was thinking when the Capt. announced that we could sleep in and take it easy in the morning. No complaints, just a statement.
Work duties were passed around and I signed myself up for Galley clean-up and out with our Second Mate Ben. I think that we made a good team and together we spent 2.5 hours crushing through the work load. Every surface and space needed to be wiped down, scrubbed and sorted out. I cannot say thank you enough for his willingness to tackle some pretty foul tasks. Some water had leaked into a storage cabinet under the range. We are unsure of where the water came from, but it wasn’t pretty. I got the refer sorted and I am very happy to report that our provisioning efforts back in Charleston, SC were not in vain. I had bought almost the perfect amount of food. Very little went to waste and we were not short of anything, excepting one egg out of the four required for the last of the baking. We did not over buy either except for some fresh salad greens. This crew did not eat greens like the Pride crew did. I suppose that every crew that I cook for will be vastly different. The only logical thing to do is to hope to crew with every single sailor on the seas, then I would have a pretty good grasp on provisioning!
Ben and I got all of the dishes washed, counters cleaned, cabinets sorted, refers all happy and scrubbed the entire sole of the ship. Really not bad for 2.5 hours of work, albeit far too early in the day for me. We were officially stood down shortly before 12:00 for the rest of the day. My work was done on Geronimo! I successfully survived my first voyage as a deckhand! The crew were released and goodbyes were started. Some of them could flee for home, some of them were leaving the state to attend a party and that left just Phil and I to hang out together for the rest of the afternoon and evening. We both had flights in the next morning.
All of my efforts this morning, and in truth all week has entitled me to my first shower since I left home. IT WAS TIME! While I showered, a Phil went to go and pick-up a rental car for us to tour the town and get ourselves to the airport. Now that I was all squeaky clean, we were off to see the best and worst of Newport, RI. On my must see list was some of the famous mansions that I had always heard about. Phil and already seen these before when he was he with his wife, however he was VERY accommodating for me. He drove me there and then sat in the parking lot, playing catch-up on his phone, while he waited for me to tour two mansions. I got to see The Breakers and The Elms. In fact I talked my way onto the last special tour at the Elms. It was the Servant’s Life tour. LOVED IT. I got to see all of the behind the scenes rooms and areas used by the staff of the house. I totally felt at home there. When I was in the kitchen, you could say that I had what to amount to a personal religious experience. I actually shed a tear or two on this tour. All I can say about both homes is WOW. I am still processing what I saw there. Just WOW “! I learned that “Summer” is not a noun, but is a verb. As in “I summer in Newport.”
The coolest thing happened at the Elms. While I was on tour in the house, upstairs in one of the bedrooms, I thought that I saw my friend from MN, Mr. Geraghty. I know him from a couple of my Victorian reenactment groups. I did a double, triple and then a forth glance before I could ascertain that it wasn’t him. I actually said out loud to no one but myself, “How queer would it be to see some of my Victorian friends here?” Not 30 minutes later, as I was crossing the formal lawn of the house do I hear, “Oh Mr. Cusick!” I turned around and gazed upon Mr. & Mrs. Kragh and their Sister and Brother-in-law. I know these fine folks from the same Victorian groups as Mr. Geraghty and they are quite good friends of Mr. Geraghty. They were on the tour right before mine. As they went through the kitchen the remarked to each other “Mr. Cusick should be here and see this.” I guess that I am very accommodating because I fulfilled their thoughts within 10 minutes, I’m guessing. Such a tiny world. I cannot explain just how happy that made me, to encounter some of my Victorian friends on holiday in Newport, RI! Perhaps they were “Summering” in Newport?!?
Kit – The Deckhand and Victorian Gent