Just thinking: How many of us have said, “I wish that I had spent more time listening to the stories that my parents were always eager to relate,” but for some reason or another we didn’t seem to have time for.
My father came to the California town of Sierra City with his family in the late 1880s. They left Cornwall England after the tin mines ran out of tin. My father was nine years old. I have no idea what the trip was like, but I’ll wager it must have been exciting.
The placer mining in California was winding down and people were beginning to wonder where that gold had come from that was found so readily in foothill streams and stream banks. When they isolated it to some gold bearing quartz, the hard rock mining era began. But, first they had to figure out how to get it out of the ground.
And that’s what brought the hard rock tin miners from Cornwall to California. They knew how to get the ore out, they were out of work, a perfect solution. Although several Perryman’s worked down in the mines, The New America and the Kentucky for example, (There are pictures of some of my relatives on display in the Kentucky Mine museum in Sierra City) , my father, when he came of an age, managed to stay ” top side.”
He worked sharpening tool bits and maintaining the gear used down in the mine.
He told me a story on one occasion that really got my attention. Sierra City did not have a bank and the nearest Wells Fargo was nine miles away down in Downieville. The custom at the time was to transport the bullion gained over the past week to the bank on Saturday. However; there had been a rash of holdups by highway men and as the routine for delivery was no secret, the mine superintendent was concerned. A plan was hatched: my father and the mine superintendent’s daughter would go on a “date” to Downeyville in a horse and buggy with the gold under the seat.
Sure enough, a few miles out of Sierra City, two masked men, holding shotguns stepped out of the brush and hollered the command, ” stand and deliver.” My father explained that they were just two young people on a date and had nothing of worth. They told them to go on their way with a stern warning to keep their mouth shut or there would be dire consequences. So, the gold was delivered and my dad had a highlight experience and story to tell. I don’t know if they ever tried it again.
I think that one of the reasons I started this Blog is to get some of my experiences and stories down in writing so they won’t get lost in that careless flow of time as my dad’s did.
So; we left Alexandria chuck full of Egyptian rice bound for Kobe Japan. The Marshal Plan in action. We arrived at Port Said and anchored with a large number of ships waiting to transit the canal. In those days you could only transit the Suez canal during daylight hours. Ships went in one direction on one day, and in the other direction on the next day. The canal was only wide enough for one ship at a time and really was just a large ditch through the desert from the Mediterranean to the Red Sea.
Just watching the ships exiting the canal was well worth the wait. In the canal ships would travel at ten knots or less. As they came out they would go to full ahead and that was fun to watch. Some English ships were still burning coal so that the smoke stacks really smoked. I watched the old liner, Empress of India, go to full ahead with smoke billowing out of all four stacks. I could just see those stokers shoveling coal into those hungry boilers.
The next day it was our turn and as I stood the 12 to 4 watch I could be a tourist until noon. There was not much to see, mostly the ship in front of you and the ship following. Aside from that, just desert. And it was really hot. An ordinary seaman was assigned the job of keeping the on deck ventilators trimmed to catch as much breeze as possible for delivery to the engine room. I was not in a hurry for my turn to go on watch. As I recall, the trip through took around ten hours, and at that speed you do not create much of a breeze. It was a relief to enter the Red Sea and pick up speed.
Next: A very short visit to Colombo Ceylon.