Winter and The Years Roll On
by Capt Kip Files
Well this winter is flying by. Come to think of it the 20 years Paul and I have owned the vessel has flown by. Twenty years seems hard to believe. Some of you have been with us since the beginning. June Knowles is already booked for her 70th cruise, Marcia Adam will be notching number 57. Susan Hyde hits 45, Mal Sellinger is right at 40, and the Killshaw’s - Art and Sally will be sailing for their 22nd cruise aboard Victory Chimes. Talk about logging time on a vessel.
Oh boy, what a ride the last 20 years has been! I remember that first year we had more crew than guests on a lot of trips. In the good, bad or trying economic times, your support has kept us afloat. We recognize that your support is a big part of why Victory Chimes is still around.
We still believe we are the best kept secret in the travel world. Almost every season guests tell us they ran across us because of word of mouth or an ad somewhere, and they never knew something like what we do, existed. Or when they hear the word Windjammer, they associated with the barefoot windjammers of the Caribbean.
This fall we did some work on the starboard side.. We are now working on the deck, replacing some original deck planks. Actually we cut out the bad deck wood and "scarf" a new piece of wood into the good part . This allows us to keep as much of her original deck as possible - and there’s no good reason to waste a whole deck plank if only a foot or so is bad.
We hauled out during the second week of February. Not my first choice but it will have to do, as the yard we use has government contracts, and we have to fit in between them- sometimes in the dead of winter. With the winter we’ve been having around the nation, I was worried about too much snow, bit we caught a break. Work goes on even in the dead (and very cold) of the deep Maine winter.
I sent an e mail a while back to most of you about a new television show I host at Sugarloaf ski resort . If you ever want to see it you can catch me live on Monday mornings at 7:30. The show is available on wskitv.com and it has a live streaming option to click on. Its magic. I interview folks and give the weather and trail reports. It is lots of fun.
On a sad note, one of the best ships carpenters in New England, my friend Tom Bournival passed away this winter quite unexpectedly. He has done lots of work on the vessel. You see it everywhere. From bow to stern. Tom will surely be missed by a lot of folks in our fleet and around Mid-coast Maine. His work, and commitment to the style and craftsmanship of a bygone era is his legacy. It will always be part of Victory Chimes.
Chef Pam and First Mate Michael will return again this season, and I’m hearing from other crew members. Come help us celebrate our 20th season.
The Years Before, Twenty Years Before the Mast
By Capt Paul DeGaeta
In 1990, Kip Files and I launched this wild idea to step in and try and purchase Victory Chimes, to save her from the inglorious fate of becoming a sushi restaurant in Japan.
I guess if you had to put a music title on how Kip and I came to be Victory Chimes current caretakers, Bob Dylan’s "A simple Twist of Fate," might be appropriate.
If Kip or I ever forget to mention how we became Victory Chimes’ caretaker during our orientation aboard, there were always a few passengers from every cruise curious enough to ask. We of course usually provide the brief version. I’ve been saving the unabridged version of the events leading up to our ownership for a chapter in a book, or a special occasion.
I think this 20th anniversary year of our ownership, might fit the bill. So, here is a story for those of you interested, about how a vessel navigates through time and survives oceans, storms, economies and owners over a span of 110 years. Some of the men mentioned are those directly responsible in keeping Victory Chimes afloat and sailing.
This is also a tale of how some vessels have a soul which seems to magically guide them through the decades and into situations that allow for their survival.
Fate Act 1 Capt. G.W "Giffy" Full, The Matchmaker
In the 80s, I served as the Fleet Captain for Domino’s Pizza Marine Division. I was responsible for purchasing vessels and hiring crew for Tomas S. Monaghan, CEO of Domino’s Pizza, a Fortune 400 company at the time. Tom, as he asked his employees to call him, also purchased the Detroit Tigers in 1984. The Tigers responded by winning a World Series that season. Everything Tom Monaghan touched seemed to turn to gold. I remember seeing bumper stickers in Detroit pleading, "Mr Monaghan, buy the Lions!"
I captained one of the busiest corporate yachts in the county for Domino’s. Tigress II was a beautiful Burger flybridge, motor yacht, that Monaghan customized. I logged more than 10,000 miles and entertained 2,000 corporate guests for Domino’s and the Tigers organization, each year on her. I operated in the Great Lakes, along the Eastern Seaboard and Gulf of Mexico. As busy as the vessel was, it wasn’t unusual for me to be called upon, at a moment’s notice, to fly to places like Birkenhead, England, New York, or Ft Lauderdale to look at a prospective vessel the boss might want to add to our fleet.
In 1987, one of those trips sent me to St Michaels, Maryland to look at a decaying three-masted schooner that a bank had foreclosed upon. Mr Monaghan had mentioned he wanted a large sailing vessel to anchor off a 2,000 acre resort he owned along Michigan’s North Channel at Drummond Island. Our Ft Lauderdale broker, Chuck Irwin, located this one and suggested I look at it.
On a frigid January morning, I met a Marine Surveyor, Capt G.W. Full, at the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum dock. He was a pleasant fellow and insisted I call him Giffy. The dark, dreary day fit perfectly with what I was about to see. The vessel was a shambles. There was snow piled on her decks and she had a gray, lifeless, look to her - and that was her "good side" that day. Leaking decks had created what looked like mineral stalagmites hanging from the ceiling below deck - she smelled of dry rot and decay. Someone had poured epoxy on her decks trying to slow the leaking - it didn’t work.
Having been a shine and polish motoryacht captain, I was, quite frankly, aghast. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as the same vessel, Victory Chimes, I jogged by two years prior on a sunny dawn at the St Peterburg Yacht Basin. That was just after the owners who lost her to the bank, purchased her. When I later learned that from her log book, I couldn’t believe how much the vessel had deteriorated.
Giffy Full though, was not only one of the best marine surveyors on the east coast, he was also one of those eternal optimists- a glass half-full guy. Giffy said he was going to be honest with me. Yes, she was a mess, he explained, because she’d spent most of the winter uncovered in the frigid climes of Duluth, Minnesota. That’s where her owners luck ran out - where they were trying to get to when I had jogged by her early that morning in St Pete. Duluth was also where the bank foreclosed on her. Victory Chimes was too historic a vessel, Giffy declared, not to be worthy of a savior. He told me only "a corporation with deep pockets" could do that. Apparently he and our broker decided Domino’s Pizza might just be that corporation.
I was incredibly impressed with Giffy’s impassioned plea and historic preservation perspective. What did I do? I went back and advised Mr Monaghan, in no uncertain terms, not to touch the vessel with a ten-foot pole.
Fate Act 2 Mr Deep Pockets Makes his Entrance
During our meeting, I showed Mr. Monaghan an hours worth of problems on a video I’d taken. And that was only because I ran out of tape half way through the vessel. Monaghan responded that the broker said the Giffy full’s five page list of issues could be addressed and the vessel restored for around $450,000. I reminded Mr Monaghan, that the broker was trying to earn a commission. We also shouldn’t forget we had spent right at a million dollars on restoring a Burger that was half Victory Chimes size. Or that it was modern, and made of aluminum, not wood, a lot of which was in various stages of decay.
Tom was like a bulldog when he latched on to an idea. He informed me we were buying it. I remember walking out of the office thinking, damn, I don’t have the time or energy to oversee yet another major restoration. A couple days later I was on a plane bound for Maine to look for a shipyard to rebuild the new vessel placed unwillingly in my charges- Victory Chimes. My first impression of Maine was it sure had lots of snow. The second, I probably should have taken as a sign as to what I was about to get in to. After asking some old guy at the side of the road directions to Stonnington and him actually replying, in his best dead pan Down East drawl, "You can’t get there from here," I just had to shake my head.
I eventually decided Sample’s Ship Yard, in East Booth Bay, was the best place for the job. I also began seeking a tugboat that we could purchase that would haul Victory Chimes around till her own sails and yawlboat could move her.
Fate Act 3 Victory Chimes Returns to Maine
I hired an old yacht captain I knew who was closing out his career at sea - a 65-year old WWII Merchant seaman, Red Thompson. I explained to Red that I needed someone I trusted to oversee the restoration. The sailing job would be his, I promised, if he could get his 500-ton sailing master’s license by the time Victory Chimes was ready to use the wind again for propulsion.
Monaghan, as most successful CEOs, are apt to do when determining a timetable for a new project, wanted Victory Chimes restored "yesterday." I pushed hard to make arrangements with insurance underwriters and in acquiring a tow.
Captain Lane Briggs’ and his legendary sail assisted "Tugantine," Norfolk Rebel had come highly recommended, so it was easy deciding he would tow her from Maryland to Maine. Lane, may he rest in peace, had towed the schooner out of the Great Lakes for the bank. I remember shaking his big meat-hook of a hand when we met, and actually feeling little flecks of wire cable stuck in it - talk about a salty dog. He loved traditional sail and even sent us a son, Jesse who served as mate for a number of years aboard Victory Chimes. He is remembered around the Chesapeake Bay as a true character of the sea.
I joined the tow in New York after they got weathered in for a few days. I felt responsible for the crew and vessel, and didn’t want to let Red and his crew face February in the North Atlantic alone. This was during the winter tugboat strike of 1987 - Capt Briggs hauled in the confederate flag off his spreader and stayed off the radio lest his vessel be mistaken for one crossing New York Harbor picket lines established by the Moran captains.
We eased out of South Street Seaport just before midnight, catching the flood tide to help us through Hell’s Gate. Our slow, late night departure hadn’t gone unnoticed. As we passed silently under the Brooklyn Bridge, someone took exception to a tug operating and dropped a cinder block as a message - I was at the helm and it splashed fifteen feet off the port side. We proceeded nervously under the Manhattan Bridge without incident. Apparently they made their point. Once out of Long Island sound, we utilized the baseball bats we bought to beat ice off the rigging a few times. The frigid winds and icing made more than a 30 minute trick at the wheel very uncomfortable as we kept Victory Chimes in line with Norfolk Rebel’s stern light.
At the entrance of the Cape Cod canal, we anchored for a few hours so everyone could warm up. As a bitterly cold dawn broke on the 4th day out of New York, we arrived at Sample Ship Yard in Booth Bay.
This was more of a sad than triumphant return for a schooner Downeast Magazine called Queen of the Maine Windjammer Fleet. Still celebrating what we thought was our safe arrival almost proved premature.
With Norfolk Rebel maneuvering to come alongside "On the hip," we awaited the launching of a large Grand Banks fishing trawler so Victory Chimes could replace her on the railway. As the trawler skipper backed out, he pivoted and poured the coals to her to get out of our way. Black exhaust belched from the stack and I immediately sensed something wasn’t right as the vessel started to make a semi-circle instead of leveling off on to a course to take her clear of us. It became very apparent she was experiencing a hydraulic problem when the panic stricken captain threw his arms in the air and disappeared from his bridge. Meanwhile his vessel was steaming in a half circle straight for the chain plates of the Victory Chimes main mast.
Everyone saw what was unfolding at once. I shouted for the crew to alert the off-watch -who were down in the galley - to get up on deck and for everyone to brace for what looked to be an eminent collision. Capt Red started screaming into the radio, Capt Briggs began blowing the danger signal. About fifty feet away, the oncoming vessel lurched. Her captain had manually manipulated the gear down in the engine room into reverse. Thank God it didn’t stall, it shuddered and slowed, finally stopping 20 feet off the Chimes. If that quick thinking captain didn’t get her stopped, her huge off-shore bow would have cut right into us amidships. At the speed she was making, she would have sunk Victory Chimes a few feet from her destination. With all the adrenaline pumping, nobody needed coffee that morning....
Fate Act 4 Salvation
In less than two years, my estimate of what it would take to bring the old girl back was a lot closer than the broker’s - Domino’s had laid out $1.5 million. I could have reminded Mr Monaghan he should have listened to me, but a transformation had already taken hold of me. I was learning the incredible story of Victory Chimes. I had introduced myself to Captain Boyd Guild and invited him aboard. He graciously accepted. He made a point to tell the prior two owners chose not to listen to him, and look where it got them. He didn’t have to say any more. I listened respectfully and took lots of notes as he schooled me on the things he felt that the vessel really needed to have done.
Most captains who share a history with a vessel have an almost mystical attachment to it. You couldn’t miss that with Guild and Victory Chimes, a vessel he named. The more I learned about the ship’s history, I came to embrace responsibility for her future. I was falling in love with her.
The boss kept the check book open and stuck with the project. Of the half dozen or so caretakers and owners in Victory Chimes long history, Monaghan was aboard less than any of those before him. I was there with him, and he stood on her decks for less than an hour.
But to Tom Monaghan, and Tom Monaghan alone, credit is given for saving the vessel in the modern era. It wasn’t a wooden boat school, a maritime museum, a wealthy patron of the arts or wooden boat enthusiast, nor was it an historic preservation group or government entity. Victory Chimes was saved by a man who sold pizzas for a living. It was a fitting tribute to Monaghan’s work ethic. His was a working class, rags to riches, American story. He saw to it Victory Chimes was given a new lease on life to continue on as a working boat.
Fate Act 5 A Domino Effect
One day, Mr Monaghan’s assistant called me saying Tom thought it would be a good idea to have a company-wide contest to rename the vessel, like we had done with our three other motor yachts and a steam launch. Not hesitating, I told her it was a bad idea for this vessel. She informed Tom and I was told to come in the next day - I’d get ten minutes to convince him. We went back and forth for more than an hour. Finally seeing that tenacious bulldog side of him, I took my last and best shot. At the time Tom Monaghan was one of the world’s foremost collectors of Frank Lloyd Wright homes and memorabilia.
"Tom, when you purchased Frank Lloyd Wright’s ‘Snow Flake House,’" I said. "you didn’t rename it the ‘Domino’s Pizza House.’ Well, Victory Chimes is every bit as famous, and deserves that same consideration."
Tom thought for a moment than said, "You know, I probably should have, I wonder why our PR guys didn’t suggest that." I knew I had lost.
The company chose the name "Domino Effect." Yard workers at Samples found the name highly amusing. They claimed it was not only a perfect name, but the reason why the yard bill kept multiplying - every plank they removed to replace, caused a ‘domino effect’ to another job...
I soon began fielding calls from all sorts of people condemning Domino’s for renaming the vessel Domino Effect. Chesapeake Bay folks were still mad that those "Damn Yankees" had renamed her in the first place from her original name of Edwin and Maud. Most refused to refer to her as anything but Edwin and Maud - but they felt the need to tell us that. New Englanders really found it distasteful, asking how could we do such a thing to a Maine institution.
All of sudden people were interested in the vessel again. While I didn’t agree with the name change, I had to represent my owner and politely write letters and field calls defending it. I found it ironic that people hadn’t been too bothered that the vessel would have rotted away without Domino’s purchase, but were enraged that Domino’s - who was laying out close to $2 million saving her - wanted to reflect their ownership in her name.
Fate Act 6 An Introduction at the Pride of Baltimore II Launching
With the major hull, deck and mechanical portions of the restoration completed, we took a break from the yard in 1988 to bring the vessel down to Baltimore for the Pride of Baltimore II launching. One of the last things we did in the yard was paint the rebuilt hull. Capt Red made the pitch to me to paint her a yacht-like white. He said he found the perfect match for Domino’s blue and red for accents. I told him he could as long as he kept after the rust spots. To this day we will occasionally find some small remnant of Bikini Blue he used- that batch of paint was like armor.
By this time we had our own tug and crew. Our first Mate, Kevin Foss had served with Guild before leaving for the US Navy and the submarine service. Red and he got the gang to actually raise sail during the tow south. On a nice day the tug dropped away and Captain John took some photographs. Red beamed with pride when he showed me the picturers of her actually sailing. She was beginning to look like a proud schooner again.
I flew to Baltimore to see how Red, his wife and the new crew were doing and to check on the boat after her first shakedown cruise. The Pride of Baltimore folks were hosting a crew party for visiting vessels. I had gotten the crew some sporty looking blue and white striped Victory Chimes rugby crew shirts. I threw on my best yacht blue blazer with my embroidered crossed burgees of the Domino’s Marine Division crest I designed. As we mingled with the traditional sail afficionados, you might say they were dressed a little further down than us - I was still figuring out this traditional sail business. That white hull also created quite a stir with them.
The liquor was flowing and we were having a good time when this tall guy with a Garibaldi cap and walrus moustache approaches me. "Capt DeGaeta," he says sticking out his hand, "I’m Capt Kip Files. I just want to say I know Domino’s is catching hell about the name change, but I don’t care about that. I’m from Maine, served as mate aboard her years ago, and I just want to thank you guys for saving her."
I swear, after the flack I’d been dealing with, I wanted to hug him. Finally someone "got it." I asked him if I could buy him a drink. We had a few and I told him I recognized his name, because Giffy Full told me he was the man who needed to run Victory Chimes. Giffy was going to see if he was available at the time. Unfortunately he wasn’t. He was off running the Bill of Rights. Kip gave me his card, and told me if I ever needed anything to call him.
Fate Act 7 The Answer
Victory Chimes went back into the yard for some finishing touches. Time was fast approaching for Red to get his license upgrade. One day he called me and said, "Paul, this book work for that tonnage license is just too much at my age. I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity you gave me and my wife to end out our careers - I’m going to retire."
Red was a good man. Years later, on his dying bed, his wife told me he spoke fondly of Victory Chimes, and how proud he was to have been aboard her for that short time. Red Thompson was one of thousands of unsung men and women who have loyally served the vessel and contributed to her longevity. I smile and think of him whenever I see a drop of Bikini Blue in the paint locker.
Not ten minutes after Red’s phone call, I started opening my mail. The very first letter was from Capt Kip Files. He just dropped a line to say if there was anything he could do for Victory Chimes, to let him know. I called him and immediately offered him the job.
Kip flew down to Sarasota, Florida. I gave my mate the night off and asked Kip to serve as first mate for me so he could see how Domino’s used their vessels. We had a young couple aboard who were guests of the corporation. We took them for a sunset cruise and dinner at the Buccaneer Inn on Longboat Key. The next day, over a plate full of stone crabs - Kip told me if he went into Anaphylactic shock it was because he was allergic to shellfish. I told him, I’d get him help if he took the job. He accepted. Fortunately the stone crab claws didn’t have a reaction on him.I had hired a captain to run Domino Effect that I was told, by a number of industry insiders, was the best sailing master for the job. From the first day he stepped aboard and took command, Captain Richard "Kip" Files was been the best thing to happen to the vessel. And, that was well before we became her owners.
Fate The Final Act A Moment of Truth
The role of Knight in Shining Armor was played perfectly by Tom Monaghan when he rode in and pumped dollars and life back into Victory Chimes when her survival was at stake. Our entry as caretakers came, as it turned out, as the result of another critical juncture in Victory Chimes history.
With changing tax laws in the late 80s, and Pizza Hut opening delivery only stores, Domino’s went through a belt-tightening period. They put up for sale corporate jets, yachts and Domino Effect.
Kip and I were working captains completely content with operating someone else’s yacht or sailing vessel. Our sense of history though, would eventually get the best of us. Although we never discussed it, looking back, all these years later, I think I might be able to zero in on the exact minute the idea of purchasing the vessel entered our collective brains.
Part of my job was to show the vessel to prospective buyers. One day our broker down in Ft Lauderdale called to arrange a showing of the schooner to a perspective client. He told me the client just wanted a few minutes to check something out so I flew up to Maine. It worked out well because Kip had told me a representative of the National Parks Service was also scheduled to arrive that morning to restart the National Historic Landmark nomination that they managed to lose a couple years prior.
Promptly, at the agreed upon time, a limo drove up. Kip and I welcomed a very distinguished Japanese gentleman dressed in a black cashmere coat. He explained he just wanted to walk around and look over the vessel himself. We told him to feel free. He went directly from the gangway to the forward companionway and disappeared below deck.
I quickly called the broker to see just how serious the guy was. So serious the broker told me he learned they had already acquired plans of the hull and had designed a cradle to ship the vessel to Japan. I asked what they were going to do with it in Japan.
That’s when we first heard the plans about the Sushi Restaurant. Apparently an old Dutch schooner had been successfully converted and was wildly popular. It was located on a fresh water lake fifteen miles form the coast, and the cradle would be used to transport it there. When I told Kip you could see the color drain from his face as he tried trying to comprehend it. His entire life had been devoted to traditional sail, and he just couldn’t conceive such a end for a vessel he was now part of.
The prospective buyer came back on deck, thanked us, shook hands and turned to walk off. He had hardly said two words. I think that is when reality hit us, the vessel may very well leave the United States.
Another car had pulled up, it was the National Parks researcher. Looking back, I feel kind of bad for what that guy walked into. Kip and I, perhaps a little misguided, took our frustrations out on him. I remember Kip saying, too bad this wasn’t already a National Historic Landmark, because that Japanese gentleman you passed on the gangway, may very well be purchasing this American treasure and making a restaurant out of it in Japan.
That was probably the moment when the seed of ownership was planted for us. For a week or so, we contacted everyone we knew who might purchase the vessel to keep her stateside. We gave it a shot. No one was interested. So there it was - we had only to convince ourselves to do it.
We were told it would be a mistake by many, including several of my closest friends who worked in Domino’s finance department. Others, like Kip’s father, a fighter pilot in WWII, said we couldn’t allow the Japanese to take the vessel. Our "emergency plan" was to secure her for a year to give us time to find an American buyer.
Our moto became "No Guts; No Glory." Our wives loss as much sleep as we did. Our first act of ownership was to return her name to Victory Chimes. Our legacy is we’ve made it 20 years and the vessel has been incredibly well maintained each and every year. Our hope is she is around long after we’re gone and history looks at us as a strong link in the chain of ownership.
Our frustration from the day we showed the vessel sort of backfired on us. Our disappointment, apparently convinced the National Parks researcher that the schooner was all but sold and headed overseas - we hadn’t hatched our plan during those first raw minutes after the gut check to purchase her. So, he went back and tabled the nomination. It would take us seven more years to finally get her named an American National Historic Landmark. That happened in 1997.
As the say, all’s well that ends well. Twenty years later Victory Chimes is still doing what she was designed to do: working under sail and trying to earn a living for her partners.
ANTICIPATION AND MEMORY
by June Knowles
When Capt. Paul asked me to write something of my experience - my life(!) - with the Victory Chimes, my title came to mind. Two sides of a coin - a coin like the Maine state quarter that bears an image of the Victory Chimes sailing off Pemaquid.
Anticipation - my first cruise in 1962 was with a Boston University staff colleague when the Chimes was owned and under the command of Capt. Boyd Guild. That week was more grey than sunlit, except for a sunny Thursday afternoon. On Friday’s return we sailed from Friendship to Rockland in a nor’easter. I loved every minute, and much of Friday I was the only passenger on deck. My friend, alas, minded the rainy weather and did not return another year. I have more than made up for her. The anticipation has never paled, and the memories are joyful.
The incomparable beauty of the Maine Coast - places, people, all kinds of weather - are treasured experiences. In 1985, Capt. Guild sold the Chimes, and the last week of that season was sad but rewarding as well. As we sailed out of Castine (Capt. and Janet Guild’s home) for the last time that Friday morning, church bells rang and boat horns sounded in salute as they escorted us out of the harbor. There were few dry eyes among the golden oldies aboard. On Friday night we anchored in Pulpit Harbor to sit out Hurricane Gloria, a fitting last hurrah.
For six long years, Victory Chimes endured a checkered history, while I stayed ashore. In the winter of ’91 as I was thinking I might possibly try another schooner, Capt. Guild phoned to tell me the incredibly wonderful news. "Kip Files has the Victory Chimes
- she’s back sailing out of Rockland." Immediately, I sent for a brochure. Capt. Kip Files and Capt. Paul DeGaeta - YES! I booked a cruise for that summer, and have sailed every summer since. This summer, God willing, will be my 70th cruise. I told you I’ve made up for my friend who minded the rain and never returned!
On most cruises, Capt. Kip is in command, but he gets an occasional "time out" when Capt. Paul comes up from his home in Florida to take command and give Capt. Kip a brief "vacation." And it’s good for Capt. Paul to sail the "real" coast. ( I’d better be careful - he’s the editor!)
When Capt. Paul asked me to "write something for the newsletter," I knew it would be difficult to keep it short when writing about the Victory Chimes. She is a multi-faceted experience where we share with others the wonder of this unique, historic schooner, the sailing, the glorious Maine Coast, fascinating changes in weather; wildlife - bald eagles, osprey, porpoises, occasional whales - sunrises, sunsets, stars and moon, the northern lights (depending on season), and splendid ship’s cook Pam’s delicious meals, a theme of excellence from blueberry pancakes to baked brie appetizer to lobster. Divine!
Many of you who read this will have heard Capt. Kip’s after Monday morning breakfast talk about the Victory Chimes. I have heard it many times, and at each Sunday evening boarding, I find myself looking forward to hearing it again. For Kip, talking about his schooner is a labor of love that informs and moves his listeners.
The Victory Chimes means many things to many people. Our anticipation, experiences and memories may vary. For me, it is all joy.
Victory Chimes Captain’s Club
Those who have joined us for five or more trips as of October 2009
Allen, Mark & Colleen -9
Allen, Warren & Patsy-15
Baird, Roger & Audrey-9
Bennett, Richard -5
Brendel, Fred -15
Brill& Kallmeyer -11
Butterer Rob & Solvei -5
Chase, Bonnie & Manning -7
Cichelli, Richard & Martha -5
Craig & Farlow -6
Creps, Jeannne -17
Des Rosiers, Lois -8
Dibble, Rose -17
Dickson, Mary -18
Draper, London -5
Eakin, Amanda & Carl -16
Egan, Mary - 5
Ferguson, Steven & Jean -11Frank, Patty -10
Geen, Art & Barbara -30
Grant, Wayne 11
Greene - 6
Griffin, John -6
Hathaway, William & Sarah - 7
Hero, Jack & Shirley-16
Johnson, Sara -9
Jones, Harlow & Marlene-6
Kilshaw, Alan & Sally -21
Kingsbury, Jack -16
Kinsey, Iris -13
Knowles, June -69
Korman, Leonard -20
Koski, Hilary -8
Kruper, Jackie - 7
Lax, Risa - 18
Leroux, Lynne -10
Lukaszewski, Frank - 20
Macknight, Fran -15Macoughtry, Kathy&bill -8
Matthews, Debbie -6
Mccluskey, Rick& Helen- 9
Miller, Penny- 31& Buck John-16
Mills, Kevin -7
Oetting, Dave & Betty -9
Osborne, Johanna -6
Peat & Woolf-5
Prindiville, Family -5
Rafetto, Herbert & Jean-13
Rhone, Lee& Sue -6
Saunders, Gwen & Ed -13
Schuyler, Stephanye -8
Sellinger, Mal -38
Shapley, Dorothy -14
Steer, Rick -8
Stewart, Al -6
Tallon & MacDonald -10
Trimpe & Adams, Janet -5
Waite, Blaine -12
Ward, Marion & Jack -16Wimer, Carolyn -12
Wolff, Jeanne -7
Wright, Robert 8
Yeager, Carol -6
Lawes, Patricia & Peter 5
A Poem by Jan Young
He awakes every morning with her foremost on his mind speaking to her in the familiar tones of a partner who has found comfort and companionship over the years, yet with terms of great respect and awe for her majestic timeless beauty.
He can not help but touch her curves and listen to her gentle groans as she moves prodded by the morning breeze.
She seems to respond to him as he stirs, stretches and rises from the comfortable bed he shares with her, ready to greet what ever the day may hold. They prepare much without words as they have come to understand the needs of the other.
He sets her free to do that which she does best and becomes charged and full of life, in apparent eagerness to fulfill his bidding. Her giant tethered breasts fill with the breath of the Gods and she surges forth, moaning in the pleasure that provides.
As he watches her he smiles a contented smile, realizing she fulfills his every desire and they dance their dance into the sunset.