I love old ships and ship graveyards. I am not really sure why. Maybe its the mystery and stories they can tell. Maybe it is just how cool they become as they get older. I just know I alwways love looking at them and taking photos of them.
This is the cargo ship originally names the Dorothy A Kadinger and then renamed Bahama Pride which has been left to rust on the docks in the port of Nassau.
I tried to Google her and find out more about her history but there is not much available except for a few possibilities such as this picture that is suppose to be of her as a operating vessel.
Sure looks it could be her but you can’t read the name closely enough to verify it. There are several tugboats on this website which have a first name and then Kadinger as the last name all with home ports in Milwaukee but owned by different companies and/or shipyards. I did find this information under the tug name Bahama Pride and if ti does in fact refer to this ship then she was built in 1977 and is currently owned by G & G shipping.
I wonder what her story really is?
I think it was 13 but it could have been 14 straight summers we spent at the baseball fields. That is what happens when you have two sons and a stepson who played the game of baseball. You learn to live by the practice and game schedules, you learn to make no vacation plans as you never know how far the tournament trail will be that summer, and you learn that red dirt will come out of white baseball pants with hair spray and Dawn dish soap.
What you don’t learn or don’t realize at the time is what great memories you are sharing with your kids, what wonderful lifelong friendships your boys are making, as well as the friendships you yourself are making and when you are dragging yourself to the fields when its hot and you just “don’t want to go there again this week”, you don’t know how much you will miss those times when they are gone.
Our boys finished their baseball careers a few years ago (from Tball to college that game took them) and John is still very active with the youth baseball but on a Regional and National level so it is still an aspect of our lives. (We are actually going on vacation this summer just like old times, out of state to a baseball tournament. John has been assigned to work it and I am tagging along (it’s in Florida, my favorite place and a free hotel for a week makes it even better).
Anyway, before that trip can happen John has state and regional tournaments to oversee here in Virginia. The other night I decided to ride with him over to a 10 year old tournament game. The first youth game I had seen in years. It was so fun to watch the little guys play, watching the parents excitement (and stress level) go up and down with every pitch and every swing of the bat. The memories came flooding back, made me wish I could go back, just for a weekend.
This scene I saw in every dugout my boys ever played in. I could only smile when I saw it again this weekend.
Here is hoping you make some memories this week, or at least have the chance to go back in time for a for a little while and it makes you smile. Take care!