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The McDonough’s Cottage in Hague, NY, 26 August 2012  

Poem by Jack Robinson 

From our early beginning until near our ends, 

We were destined to be just very good friends. 

I was 10, the wind blowing straight in my face. 

The Commodore said, “Put on a jacket, let’s get in the race.” 

My sailing career had started at Rogers Rock, 

While cresting waves washed over the dock. 

‘Twas August 6th while we were racing,  

A futile spot we were then facing. 

Along came “Chubby” in her Comet, 

Aimed at us but couldn’t stop it. 

Shortly after we collided, 

The tense commotion then subsided. 

She knew she was disqualified, 

And knew at once she should have jibed. 

She came racing in at terrific speed, 

Although she was not in the lead. 

She hit the dock and made it sway 

This cost the lass a new jib stay. 

Then came the war and everything changed, 

Started by a madman who was slightly deranged. 

We gave up our masts and also our stays. 

While raising our families we went separate ways. 

The Captain had foresight not the slightest bit vague 

When he picked this location in the middle of Hague. 

After 72 years and a knock on the door, 

This “cottage” had history that should be explored. 

Improvements have happened — most obviously, 

By talented people other than me. 

So a toast is in order with glasses held high, 

To thank Pat our hostess, and Dennis our guy! 

To gather 3 sailors for one last hoorah, 

Became rather unlikely and even bizarre. 

So drink and be merry, this may be our last chance,  

To get together to remember the past!