A Tribute to the Edmund Fitzgerald

Today, November 10, is the 50th anniversary of the sinking of the Great Lakes freighter, The Edmund Fitzgerald. Living on the shores of Lake Superior where this ore carrier made its last and fateful journey, the memory of that day is still so clear and vivid, almost like it was yesterday. This post pays tribute to the 29 brave souls who lost their lives that day with a card from Deb Felts and other images and links further down to commemorate this ship and those who lost their lives.

Read all the way to the end of this post for a video and lyrics to Gordon Lightfoot's song, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

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Card Sample 

Created in honor of the 50 year anniversary of the sinking of 

The Edmund Fitzgerald.

A Great Lakes Freighter - The Edmund Fitzgerald

Countdown dies (numbers)

Fishtail Sentiment Banners (sentiment tag)

Over the Rainbow paper by Craft Consortium

Bakers Twine - Kraft

This is an interesting, but simple, fold.

Find instructions on how to cut and score this fold here.

And this is the card opened up, using very appropriate paper and sentiment.

Metal Textures paper by Craft Consortium

Patriotic Sentiments

Thanks, Deb, for this wonderful card of tribute, so beautifully done.

Find Deb's post her.

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They are perfect for so many masculine and all occasion cards.

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The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake, they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feeling?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
'Twas the witch of November come stealing
The dawn came late, and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came, it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
At seven p.m., a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put 15 more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit, they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake, they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early