Building an Albert Strange yawl from 1913
I looked far and wide for the perfect boat to build. An elusive endeavor since nearly every boat I looked at fascinated me somehow. But when I first saw the drawings of Theresa II, I was taken like no other. It is hard to describe how it rushed off the page and swooned my imagination. I looked beyond that image and saw sparkles on the sea and the sheer cliffs of the Scottish coastline. I was stricken.
It was like I was 14 again and the most beautiful girl I had ever seen had just smiled.
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“Ward Thee Well, Theresa II. I, Your Little Ship Will Rip Asunder. Dark Eyes, Swirling Skies Your Doom Lies With Light And Thunder.” These booming words came to me in the dark, vile and odious, leaving a knot of coldness in my stomach
This morning I was up at 0600, made coffee and was on the deck by 0630. It is barely light by that time here in our valley. The sun gets over the hill to the east around 0730. It was foggy, and just above
Humans are a weird bunch. After a lengthy stay on this planet and having hung out with a few thousand of them, I have come to that rather solid fact. In the city if you get five or ten of them together and start
Theresa is definitely a showoff. No one around here draws a crowd like T, as I call her. Peg, a friend of my wife’s asks: “What’s in the big barn?” and magickly a ticket for a shop tour appears. “Oh, Is this a boat?”
Once again it is almost June. It is amazing how this happens every year at the same time. The grass is almost five feet high in most parts. The wind ripples through it in waves, an ocean of grass hay. It is
Theresa II is undergoing her transformation from a pile of lumber to a recognizable structure. It is finally warming up here after one of the worst winters I can remember. Fifty inches of rain and a foot of snow is just not what
I set my mental clock for 30 minutes and lay on the couch trying to get as comfortable as possible. My phone lay on the table within reach. In my pockets were all my standard items for the last 10 days, my flashlight, knife,
Well here she sits, high and proud on her operating table. I say hello as I flip on the lights and head to the big door. She is now inverted, keel up, looking down at her many forms over which will flow her 48
Greetings to all. February arrived with thunder. With a constant parade of cyclones marching up the coast the ground was becoming saturated. The creek behind the house was nearly full, a rushing torrent, almost filling a 12’ culvert where it goes under the road.
Saturday morning finally came. Nothing to do but goof off. I was up in my room messing around with the model aircraft carrier I was building. I already knew I had to cut the back yard this afternoon but that didn’t bother me any.
I don’t remember the exact time I became a sailor but I’m pretty sure it was before I was born.My sister and I piled into the back of our 54 Chevy and headed straight for the rear window, the best seat ever. We could
Building Theresa II, an Albert Strange designed yawl from 1913. I looked far and wide for the perfect boat to build. An elusive endeavor since nearly every boat I looked at fascinated me somehow. But when I first saw the drawings of Theresa II,
Hello my name is Dave, I have a shop in Northern California. My passion is building with wood and I love classic boats made from wood This is a blog about building a 1913 classic yawl from scratch. For me, actually for anyone, this
