GRIMSBY Fishing Heritage.

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Paid a visit to the fishing heritage centre in Grimsby yesterday. The town used to have an extensive collection of ship models bequeathed to the residents, dome tears ago which included napoleonic bone models as well as many other finely detailed models collected by Sir George Doughty. Sadly the building housing these closed some years ago and the models were put into storage. A few are on display at the centre now though and this is the trawler named after the town. Beautiful model but difficult to picture through glass.
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lovely model probably made by the shipyard as a sales display or for the office of the owner/s.

Pity there is no weathering on that better-than-perfect paint finish !!
 
work boats have their own charm of life
Also with these, a particular smell.
Cod liver boilers at the stern and always the odd fish behind a warp etc.
My dad was a skipper and his clothes always had a strange oily wool/fishy diesel smell when he came home.
When I went I wasn't allowed back in the house unless I'd showered and all my gear had to be left outside the back door
 
#3 = shows the result of the harsh unforgiving environment these men and ships had to endure.

My dad (a coal miner) attended a rehabilitation center in Grimsby in the 1960's. There he befriended several trawler men with missing limbs. For so many, life was hard.
 
My father was a fisherman in the area of Naples between Santa Lucia and Mergellina, they went fishing with rowing boats and life was hard
 
#3 = shows the result of the harsh unforgiving environment these men and ships had to endure.

My dad (a coal miner) attended a rehabilitation center in Grimsby in the 1960's. There he befriended several trawler men with missing limbs. For so many, life was hard.
Certainly a tough existence. My grandfather was a skipper but was lost when his trawler hit a mine. My father also a skipper, died at sea 1968.
God only knows why I went but I did along with 2 of my brothers. All the big boats are long gone now. Its all memories.
 
Well that's depressing news, and if the stories of them appearing in certain homes is correct then it's also slightly annoying! There's no excuse for an ignorance of local history.
F/S
 
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