O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack; the prize
we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people
all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel
grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
~~Walt Whitman~~
Though my grandfather who was a captain
did not die, I felt that the poetry above by
Walt Whitman fit the story about my
grandfather. He could have easily died
aboard that riverboat, if it hadn't been for
the help that he received from the one
deckhand and the police officers that night.
Hope that you enjoy reading the following
story.
The following page describes the accident
that my grandfather had when working on
a steamboat and how he ended up losing
part of his one leg.
The next page contains a few letters from Donald
Zirkelbach to my grandmother Ophelia Hoffmann
and vice versa. She informs Donald that my
Grandfather Cornelius McGee had passed away.
Donald had no idea that he had passed away
and was wondering how he had been getting
along since the accident with his leg.
I hope that you enjoy the following letters.
Donald's wife Cleo sent me a picture of
Donald in his uniform on his motorcycle. I
am very thankful to her for the picture on the
next page. Please use the "nav bar to the
left" to read the letters.
FIDDLINSUE Thank you DonRN!
  My grandfather was Captain Connie McGee.
The photograph on this page is a picture of
him that was drawn by Jude on July 19, 1931. Poetry on this page was taken from a
personal book titled,"Popular Quotations
For All Uses~1942". Information on
Captain McGee is from my own personal
collection and is not in the public domain.
Photography is Fiddlinsue©. This set was
created for a page challenge at WebWeaving.
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