I really dig that stack!
A former US Army tug, now named ELEKTRA alongside a jetty in St Helier, Jesey The tug was originally the ST 1982
Photo : Adrian Brown ©
according to the register of historic vessels and came to Jersey in 1995 where she underwent a dazzle paint job in 2015 to commemorate the Great War. There are various articles about her online, including these two -
PS> If you have any historical info on this tug, contact: info@nationalhistoricships.org.uk
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When ordinary cargo ships looked like this:
CONCORDIA TALEB on its way into New York under the Verrazzano Bridge. The picture is from my slide collection. I have driven over that bridge many times, lived on Staten Island and drove into the office in Manhattan for a long time. A very beautiful liner.
Text & Photo: Bjorn Pedersen
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Photo posted by: Arve Tore Flem
Source: Visit Stavern
The former milk route boat Nordsol at Rådhusbrygge. © Photo: Svend Petersen , Image from the Danish Ferry Historical Society 's collection
She ended her long service life looking like this:
Broken up in 2021 as she was in danger of sinking while laid up in Stavern.
She got a 225 HP Finnøy engine installed in 1959:
The engine is currently at the Opstad Motor Museum on Otrøya. It has been restored and can be started up.
PS> Found a short video with sound of the engine running:
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Typical Scandinavian tanker of the 1950s:
PETRA DAN, a Danish tanker built in Sweden in 1952 in Gothenburg by A/B Lindholmens Varv for the shipowner J. Lauritzen and registered in Esbjerg. Sold in 1964, renamed Watford Trader. Sold for demolition in Valencia, Spain where she arrived on 26 April 1965. Photo 1 by Bill Luke on 4 June 1959, location unspecified. Photo 2 at Eisenhower Lock in 1959 by Nina Dumas. Photo 3 by Skyfoto. For further details, see text and photos by William Lafferty in comments.
Source: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1522489169144862/permalink/1821939505866492/
https://www.shipspotting.com/photos/2183200
Specs: (In Danish)
Here a link to videos of Nordstjernen @ shipvideos.net, a non-commercial, add-free, private video archive on ships:
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Reefer vessel CARIBIA
Building no.27 delivered from Mutzelfeldtwerft Cuxhaven as M/S “Caribia” 14 February 1953. 1194 tons, 223 feet. Engine MaK 1200 bhp v/250 rpm. Taken over by Norsk Frysetransport A/L (Johan Hagenæs) Ålesund 195?, same name.
1965 M/S “Failka”. A fire broke out on board 10 August 1973, and the boat sank 13 August 1973 in pos. N 28.20 E 48.40.
Photo posted by Dalebu Jonson
There is a history with the post:
THAT TIME I GOT AN EGG FROM A DEAD CAPTAIN
When I was six years old, I spent a little over six months in Færingehavn in West Greenland, where my father was the welfare manager for the Norwegian Directorate of Fisheries. Thousands of fishermen from all over Europe came there during the season, not only Scandinavians, but also Poles, Portuguese and Dutch.
I was well dressed at the time, wearing a “polar habit”, a complete cowboy suit, a tweed jacket and lots of nice pants, as well as some matching shoes.
In the huge ballroom at the Norwegian Welfare House, films were shown almost every evening. I was a ticket-taker, mostly dressed in cowboy clothes and, correspondingly, of cowboy age. I could exchange between 10-12 European currencies, my father later claimed.
Almost all the fishermen who fished in West Greenland had beards. There was no point in shaving when you didn’t have to… But there were two men who were always elegantly dressed and clean-shaven, two captains, one Norwegian, the other Portuguese.
The Portuguese man’s last name was Catarina, Capitão Catarina. He was very nice, I remember. He was from Cascais, 20 minutes by train west of Lisbon, and when I was in Cascais in March 1988 I thought I could visit him. The house was easy to find, only five minutes from the city center. There were mourning flowers at the entrance. The captain’s widow said that he had been buried two days before…
The Norwegian was called Nordstrand, so I’m not demented… Captain Nordstrand on a freezer ship from Ålesund, one of the first of its kind in the world. The ship is called Caribbean, I think.
Novel. Sister Kirsti and I met Nordstrand one day, a mild early summer day. I bowed and she bowed (no, I tried to make her bow). He greeted her nicely with his captain’s hat, and then he took something out of his pocket, almost like a magician, and held out an egg.
It was a gift for me.
An egg in Greenland then… The Eskimos didn’t have chickens, and in the spring and summer heat, imported eggs couldn’t keep. But Captain Nordstrand of course had a refrigerator on board his freezer ship, and that’s where he had gotten the egg.
I accepted and thanked him. Eggs. Boiled eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs. That’s all I knew. The egg filled my little hand. What was I going to do with it?
I held Kirsti with my left hand, she wouldn’t let go, and then good advice was expensive. But the solution was simple, because my tweed jacket had an inside pocket, I realized, not that big, but big enough for a Norwegian chicken egg. So then everything was fine.
A couple of days later, Kirsti and I visited the house we called Badet, which was full of showers and had a large laundry in the basement. We wanted to say hello to the friendly “bathmaster” Osvold from Ålesund. He always had some candy lying around. But he was nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found, and we went around looking for him. Inside a large room stood a long table, probably used for rolling bed linen, and on top of the table lay a sheet covering a long lump.
Could Osvold have been hiding from us? I tugged at the sheet and a white body came into view. It was Captain Nordstrand. He didn’t look at me, didn’t say anything. I greeted him and took his hand. The hand was ice cold. Slowly it dawned on me that he was dead.
I didn’t say anything to Kirsti, she just took me with her and left. I thought about the egg I had been given and felt to see if it was still in my inner pocket. No, the egg was gone, but the pocket was full of eggshells and a terrible shit smell. So I no longer had any eggs or tweed jacket… But I knew what a dead captain looked like.
A real veteran:
YOU see the magnificent hull of the #CuttySark, the last surviving tea clipper and the fastest ship of its time.
Launched in 1869 in Scotland, she was designed with a sleek, narrow iron-framed wooden hull, crafted for speed to race tea from China to Britain before steamships took over.
Her hull’s sharp lines and composite construction, iron for strength, wood for lightness made her a marvel of Victorian shipbuilding.
She’s now preserved in Greenwich, London 
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I am so pleased that they have preserved the Cutty Sark, the Peking (in Hamburg) and the Great Eastern. Unfortunately many others of worth preservation have been lost.
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