You all must have sailed on some good ships. Never saw food wasted in the 50s, sometimes hardly any food at all.
There were good ships, bad ships and Hardships, I guess I got the last one at times.
Cheers
Brian
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You all must have sailed on some good ships. Never saw food wasted in the 50s, sometimes hardly any food at all.
There were good ships, bad ships and Hardships, I guess I got the last one at times.
Cheers
Brian
Look on the bright side Brian, it aspired you to greater things and you achieved them allQuote:
Originally Posted by Captain Kong
It was a very good experience Ivan, Didn't know any different in those austere days after the Rationing in the war,
I looked like a racing snake in those days, lean and mean, now 16 stones, It is time I went back onto a London Greek Diet.
Waste not Want not, they used to say.
Left some good memories tho`.
Brian
Well that experience of food wastage was in 1958 Brian, and on a hungry Hains the Treworlas, but was I found was the norm in my next 7 years, so either I was lucky , or maybe you were unlucky.but as you say I was also 16 and 10 stone, and would eat anything put in front of me. Kt
Keith do you want to review those figures, or you must be very tall for 16
I meant to say 10st 8 ib, must not forget the 8 lb, used to be know as tin ribs Tindell, would now like to shed the 8lb x 4, kt
I was under 8st at 16, they told me not to go on the foc'le when we were going full ahead!Quote:
Originally Posted by Keith Tindell
I am convinced that many delegations upto the captains cabin over the the food was on ships where the overtime was little or zilch.Heard it said many times,give them plenty of overtime and you will never hear any complaints about the grub.Plenty of overtime = a happy contented crew.
Regards.
Jim.B.
Unless you were a cadet in PSNC Jim! but we survivedQuote:
Originally Posted by Jim Brady
This from my story in SEAFARING STORIES thread in Swinging the Lamp Forum........
a voyage on the Corrales, of FYFFES....................
.We had a six day run down to Las Palmas where we stopped to load bunkers, It was during the night, a lorry came alongside the gangway as we finished rigging it. Then we were told to carry the stores we loaded down the gangway and onto the lorry. And at the end the Chief Steward with the Mate and Captain pocketed a wad full of notes. We got nothing. We had 12 passengers on board so we thought there must be plenty of food left on board. There was for them. The feeding was bad after that, we went hungry. Every meal was made of bananas, fried bananas, grilled bananas, roasted bananas, stewed bananas, boiled bananas, sauted bananas, mushy bananas, frappe bananas, and we were going bananas.
We couldn`t sleep at night because of hunger pains.
The Captain, `Mighty Joe` Young was a huge man, and when I was on the wheel he would be on the wing of the bridge lifting a 400 pound barbell, `Can you do this ` he would say to me.
`If you gave us some food I could, I am weak with hunger.`
`Don`t be so soft ` he would say.
All we had for evening dinner one night was a thin soup with bananas instead of potatoes, called Irish stew.
I was voted in as the one to go and kick to the Captain, `Mighty` Joe Young.
I went up the boat deck with my plate of "Stew", I knocked on his door and he opened it, towering above me, `What do you want` he said, `The crowd want to complain about the food, it`s diabolical. This is supposed to be Irish stew`. `What`s wrong with that? he said. Me forgetting he was an Irishman said `It`s alright if you`re Irish, but`. ? .
and with that he smashed me in the face with a big iron fist and I did a somersault down the ladder to the boat deck and ended up under a life boat. My face covered in blood from my nose and lips. I crawled down aft and all hands laughed at the state of me. They had eaten theirs, mine disappeared somewhere over the boat deck. So I went hungry again.
Cheers
Brian