The recent loss of some of the crew and the sinking of the ship Swanland in the Irish Sea during bad weather shows that even with modern technology, mother nature can be an extremely powerful force.
During the days of sail, the power of nature claimed many lives at sea. As a port, Greenock and her inhabitants relied on trade and shipping. Many local people lost their lives in shipping disasters all over the world. My own great-grandfather was one of them.
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My Gran |
My Grandmother's father, Alex, was born in 1862 in Argyll. The family moved to Greenock in about 1864 and like many local boys, Alex went to sea as soon as he could. Luckily, my great-grandmother had kept many "Certificate of Discharge" notices from some of his voyages and passed them on to someone in the family. I photocopied them many years ago (sorry for the poor quality) and gave them back to my Gran, but I have no idea what happened to them. They are a valuable source of information.
The earliest dates from a voyage which he took in 1881, as a sailmaker on the ship "Baron Aberdare" from Greenock to San Francisco. He signed on in March 1881 and returned in February 1882. He married my great-grandmother Kate, in 1884 and despite his long absences from home, they had (at least) eight children!
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The only photograph I have of Kate. |
He travelled far - Sydney, Calcutta, Java, Singapore - and seems to have stayed with the same ship for years at a time, transporting cargo all over the world.
However, his final voyage took place in 1908 on the ship Amazon, a four masted vessel carrying a cargo of coal bound for Chile. There were a few other Greenock men in the crew. On 1 September, there was a terrible storm and the ship became stranded near Port Talbot and such were the winds that the Amazon began to break up. Some local people bravely tried to save as many of the crew as they could by wading out and trying to reach those struggling to shore. A rescue boat was sent out, and some of the crew were saved. But twenty men, including the Captain died.
I would love to visit the area sometime - I believe that the remains of the wreckage are still visible on Margam Sands. My Gran was just a young girl when her father died, so she barely knew him and I only found out the details of his death after she, too, had died.
It must have been a difficult life for my great-grandmother and all the other women in the same position. Long absences with no regular means of keeping in touch and the financial uncertainty. Then as a widow with a large family to provide for - tough times. Kate died in 1932 - the family remembered her as a tough, but loving woman.
Lets take a little time to remember the families waiting and hoping right now.
Love, Liz