Responding to your “From the Archives” photo in the April issue, I provide the following memory of my rowing days:
“Way enough! Dig in!”
The shouted frantic commands came from the speeding coaching launch as coach Dutch Schock tried to prevent catastrophe.
It was sometime in 1948 or ’49, dusk — almost dark — on Lake Carnegie. The space between the bridges. The end of that day’s crew practice, two heavyweight eights side by side, neck and neck, at full speed racing for home and hot showers, the varsity and JV. I was there in the JV boat in the seven seat that day.
We dug in, “stood on our oars.” Our shells came dead in the water quickly, and we all wondered before seeing it with shock and relief: There lay between the now-quiet eights a becalmed 8-foot sailing dinghy, sitting unharmed. In the dinghy were Albert Einstein and a friend, smiling.
I have found no record of this incident to back up my memory, but my memory of it has been and still is (at my 97 years) intense, sharp, and “fine,” as my kids say. Perhaps another oarsman can contribute here. There is record on the net of “Albert Einstein, sailor” — google it.
Responding to your “From the Archives” photo in the April issue, I provide the following memory of my rowing days:
“Way enough! Dig in!”
The shouted frantic commands came from the speeding coaching launch as coach Dutch Schock tried to prevent catastrophe.
It was sometime in 1948 or ’49, dusk — almost dark — on Lake Carnegie. The space between the bridges. The end of that day’s crew practice, two heavyweight eights side by side, neck and neck, at full speed racing for home and hot showers, the varsity and JV. I was there in the JV boat in the seven seat that day.
We dug in, “stood on our oars.” Our shells came dead in the water quickly, and we all wondered before seeing it with shock and relief: There lay between the now-quiet eights a becalmed 8-foot sailing dinghy, sitting unharmed. In the dinghy were Albert Einstein and a friend, smiling.
I have found no record of this incident to back up my memory, but my memory of it has been and still is (at my 97 years) intense, sharp, and “fine,” as my kids say. Perhaps another oarsman can contribute here. There is record on the net of “Albert Einstein, sailor” — google it.