My Great Uncle's Chesapeake Bay Model Boats

UPDATE 2: March 27, 2017, Dr. Richard Rodgers (veterinarian) on the museum's board picked up my uncle's boats today. I look forward to visiting the museum and the town of Deltaville, VA this summer. I'll post on it when it happens.

UPDATE: As of March 22, 2017, the Deltaville Maritime Museum has enthusiastically agreed to accept Mr. Massenburg's collection of indigenous Chesapeake Bay work boats! This is to be celebrated. I am certain that Unk would be thrilled.
I didn't mention this in the original post, but Unk actually had the goal to build each one in a evolutionary progression, from the log canoe up to the deadrise. I should have arranged the pictures in order...alas, that's why I'm donating them to a responsible museum!

As part of our project to downsize, I need to part ways with my treasured collection of model workboats that I inherited from my great uncle, George R. Massenburg Jr. (Unk).  This blog post is a brief summary of how Unk cultivated a passion for the Chesapeake Bay and boat building, and how I inherited his boats. It is my sincerest hope that I can find a safe home for these treasures of the Chesapeake region.

Unk, who was born in the 1920s, lived in Hampton, Virginia almost his entire life.  As a child he spent most of his days on the waters of the Hampton Roads and the Chesapeake Bay where he crabbed, fished, and raced log canoes.  Unk was a true waterman from a very young age.

Once he graduated from Newport News High School, he attended Virginia Polytechnic Institute (VA Tech), after which Unk came home to attend the Newport News Shipyard Apprentice School where he was trained as a hull draftsman.  Unk worked at the shipyard until he joined my grandfather, John L. Richardson to open Dy-Dee-Service Inc. in the 1950s.  Unk retired from Dy-Dee-Service in the 1980s.  

During his retirement, Unk spent much time building balsa wood model workboats of the Chesapeake Bay.  He built a few from kits but most he built from pictures.  I always admired the patient detailed work that he invested and we would often discuss the real versions of his models and what their jobs were on the Chesapeake. I will always treasure the memories of these times and our conversations about these fascinating boats

After Unk passed away in 2010, he left the boats to me.  They have had a rough time in our home with dogs, kids and too much traffic.  It is my sincerest hope that I can find a museum willing to accept Unk’s boats and a picture or two of him.  I also hope, that in the process of going through things, that I eventually will find his shipyard apprentice school completion certificate.  I can also refine and expand upon this story for a prospective exhibit.

The boats will need a few repairs from bumps and moves, but I personally feel that it would be a worthy investment for these treasured works of art. Thank you for your consideration.

Unk and me in the spring of 2003. He lived almost his entire life in Wythe of Hampton, Virginia.

This is the Chesapeake Bugeye, which was a predecessor to the Skipjack. It was bigger than the skipjack and was used to harvest oysters before oyster numbers dropped.

This is the Pungy Schooner thought to be named for the Pongoteague region of Accomack County, Virginia. It was developed after the pilot shooner, was capable to go on the ocean and its principle use was to move freight.

The Chesapeake Bay Buy Boat is the boat that would purchase the seafood from the other fishermen's boats.

The Chesapeake Bay log canoe was originally a fishing boat but was phased out by the skipjack and the bugeye.  Mostly it was known for being a racing boat.  Unk raced log canoes as a boy.

This is an actual shot of Unk racing in his log canoe! This goes with all of the boats in the donation.

Dead-Rise.

 Little sailboat.

 Crabbing skiff.

The skipjack needs help.

Less is More - The Adventures of Purging our Possessions

Purging is Peaceful

When pondering retirement, we have come to realize that it’s a good thing that we like our jobs! Given our current budget, the idea of retirement is laughable.  Our jobs are fulfilling but raises are rare, so to avoid selling our souls, we have decided to cut spending.  This requires many lifestyle changes, including; not eating out, mapping out our drives to save gas and adhering to a strict budget.  But one of the more interesting and satisfying ways to cut spending has been the purging of our material items that we don't need. We are only in the beginning of the process, but the preliminary results, so far, are liberating. The ultimate goal is to downsize our house, but for now we are downsizing our stuff.

My wife, Adrienne, is an amazing teacher. She loves what she does and she works hard to give her students the best learning experience possible.  I am a marine ecologist.  My job is awesome, but I make about as much as Adrienne.  So we are fortunate to be solidly in the middle class. We have a house and two old, but paid for, cars.  We have a dog and a kid in middle school.  By all accounts, we are living the dream.  We might save a little at the end of the month but not nearly enough to comfortably retire until we’re in our 90s.   

I have discovered an interesting blog on the topic, called Mr. Money Mustache.  MMM had a good job, lived a frugal life, and then retired at the age of 31, about the time that he and his wife started having children.  Now he has a very popular blog, with an almost cult following where he chronicles his frugal-life adventure. I think we drank the kool-aid.

MMM developed an algorithm that found that if you save 64% of your income then you can retire in 10 years.  I’m not sure if we can achieve that level of savings, considering our occupations, but we’re taking steps in that direction.

The other catalyst motivating us was a movie that we saw the other night on Netflix called The Minimalists.  It’s about these two guys, Joshua Fields Millburn and Ryan Nicodemus who traveled the nation helping folks learn to lead meaningful lives with less.  They assert that materialism is okay as long as the material items “bring joy”.  We have commenced our quest to dump everything that doesn’t bring us joy. I am now a regular at several thrift store donation centers. Our home is becoming more open and it already feels like a weight has been lifted off.  Another effect is that while clearing out, we regularly come across items that do bring joy, Things that we long ago lost track of, like a journal that Adrienne kept when Caleb was a baby.

Also, the stuff that we have donated to thrift stores can now bring someone else joy.  Additionally, the sale of these items can benefit battered women, the children's hospital, and the Goodwill charity. Finally, we can write these donations off on our taxes.  

So far the purged items have been mostly clothes, numerous nicknacks, and other chock a block chotchkies from so many Christmases past.   We have also donated 25 hats that I never wore and more than 50 books (many cookbooks) that we no longer read. We’ve bid farewell to  X-Box games, Leggos and toys, including an antique kalidascope.  My apologies to my family for the gifts that we let go, but now that they’re in the thrift stores the might become gifts again.  The quest continues.  

Dog Walking Adventures in York County, Virginia

Most weekends, when we are in town, we take the dog on long walks. It’s the best he gets all week! There are nice parks in the region but they require longish drives on bad roads, the burning of more gas and longer times staring at the windshield.  So, we sought out a walk closer to home.  One park that I knew of is behind the York County sports complex and is called Harwood Mills.  It’s a little park, near the reservoir, the power lines and some tree farms.  Then, Adrienne mentioned a green space with power lines behind Grafton High School.  There’s also woods near a main road called Denbigh Blvd. with several access pull offs.  It’s kind of an extended part of the road, where the cars drive fast.

We went to Harwood Mills and walked those paths several times. They wind through the woods and my understanding is that they were cut by the local mountain biking association.  The woods are fine and the paths are too, although they’re very convoluted for walking.     

Then one day, we went behind Grafton H.S. and walked the powerlines. I mentioned to Adrienne that I was pretty sure that those powerlines could take us to Harwood Mills.  We walked in that direction and sure enough, we made it to the park.  Trouble was, we walked the causeway over the reservoir and were thus on the other side of the reservoir.  We walked along the water on the other side, but the water never went away, even when my gps said that it should be gone. Instead there were wetlands and a braided stream in the woods.  It was a beautiful, warm February day, the setting was lovely, and we even saw a water snake!  Ultimately, to get back to the power lines, we had to go all the way to Denbigh Blvd to get over the water.  That ended up being a 5.1 mile walk in the woods and we were pretty thirsty by the end.

So the last two times we went to the pull-offs on Denbeigh and walked through the tree farm and back over to Harwood Mills.  That walk, at times took us close to the PHF airport depending on how we went.  There are also ways, we’re pretty sure, to connect with the National Park, and I’m pretty sure we’ve already touched on Newport News park.  We’ve definitely been to those two parks on other days entering from those areas.

Anyhow, the point is, there is a lot of really great walking and bike riding areas right here in lower York County.  My one word of caution, though, is this.  When we walked through the tree farm we did notice some smelly piles of what I thought at first, was horse dung.  It was pretty funny looking though and later, when I told my friend, Wes Hudson, who did his PhD work in local tree farms, he let me in on a little nugget of wisdom.  He said the interesting thing about that particular tree farm is that it is the place where the county sprays it’s biosolids, also known as the stuff that is at the end of the sewage treatment process.  It’s supposedly a very nutritious fertilizer, but farmers generally don’t want it.  Certainly it’s not full of pharmaceuticals or anything nasty like that, is it??  Anyhow, I guess the take home lesson is that when walking through the tree farm, keep the dog on the leash!

My only other concern is the close proximity of the biosolids tree farm to the drinking water reservoir.  I guess they’ve implemented the proper BMPs.  Who knows, maybe there's an interesting project for someone to study!

 This is actually a lie because this pic was taken at Queens Creek.  We were, however, walking the dog and it was a Saturday.

This is the first big walk (red line) where we had to go to Denbigh (top of the pic) to get around the water. Denbigh also borders the tree farm.

This is one of our other walks where we began at Denbigh and walked south towards the airport.

This is a zoom out showing a good chunk of the Peninsula and our walk in red for reference.

Ahh, the lovely tree farm...

I think this is a biosolids storage structure.

Oh yeah, and this is the dog, after a walk, of course. His name is Hampton. We call him "Ham".