Old farts

robbyphotoDon’t worry – fart is an olde Englishe worde, used in all social circles up to the late19th century. ) I never really liked the terminology “Old Farts” but this makes me feel better about it. And if you aren’t one, I’ll bet you know one!I got this from an “Old Fart” friend of mine!———and sent it to Old Fart friend OLD FART PRIDE It’s not a bad thing to be called an Old Fart. Old Farts are easy to spot at sporting events; during the National Anthem, Old Farts remove their hats and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment. They know the words and believe in them. Old Farts remember World War II, Normandy, Spitfires and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Bomb, Vietnam, the Korean War, the Cold War, the Moon Landing and all the Peacekeeping Missions from 1945 to 2005. If you bump into an Old Fart on the pavement, he will apologize. If you pass an Old Fart on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old Farts trust strangers and are polite, particularly to women. Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection. Old Farts get embarrassed if someone swears in front of women and children and they don’t like any filthy language on TV. Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag except about their children and grandchildren. It’s the Old Farts who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men and women in the Navy p52911361Army or Air Force. This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values. We need them now more than ever. Thank Goodness for Old Farts! Pass this on to all the “Old Farts” you know. I was taught to respect my elders. It’s just getting harder to find them.

Forgot to mention we are also very charming!!!

God Bless and keep reading.

About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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6 Responses to Old farts

  1. baconburner says:

    From one old Fart to another Old Fart…. Thanks for the memories But you have forgotten Ganges Boys and Soldier Apprentices You signed on 60 years ago I signed on 55 Years ago. never to be forgotten memories….only the good memories remain. Ganges and Boy Soldiers ie Apprentice Soldiers gave a lot to the Commonwealth and many many of them became fine tradesmen and eventually Veterans bringing their combined military knowledge and training to whatever profession they chose in Civilian Life. Great Times amigo. From the Borders of Scotland. Robby

  2. Neville S. Pearson L.R.O. RN Retd. says:

    Hi Ben, Love the charming line at the end. We are getting fewer and further between

  3. Neville S. Pearson L.R.O. RN Retd. says:

    Got this off fb, Thought you might be interested.
    Gronk Ovitch
    March 29 at 2:05pm

    During 65 to early 66 there were two boats in SM6. Alcide, which I joined and Acheron. Darky Glover was our Coxswain and Bob Smart was the UC1. HMS Ambrose was the dockside shore-base and we were all billeted in the two wooden mansions in HMCS Stadacona. Booze and birds were often smuggled in using a secret hole in the perimeter fence. The empties all ended up in the loft. They were condemned shortly after i got there and we were moved into a brand new accommodation block. Four to a room – just like they brought out over here twenty years later. Most of our running involved long transits down to Bermuda where we clockwork moused for the Yanks flying their ASW planes from McKindley Airbase. We nearly always tied up in St George’s Harbour on the eastern edge of the Island. Great swimming and great runs ashore into the Yank base. Sometimes we would move to Ireland Island which was the old base of the West Indian Squaron. From there a regular ferry took you across to Hamilton – Bermuda’s capital. I paid a visit to the Forty Thieves night club one night and watched Mel Torme sing. Other times we would go down to San Juan in Peurto Rico for more exercises with the Yanks. It was while there that we developed an overspill of seven cells in the main battery tank. We limped into San Juan and tied up alongside the USS Canopus. Seven new cells had to be flown down from Canada and we had to remove the damaged ones in preparation. We were there ten days. The giant Yank nuc USS Triton challenged us to a game of baseball. When we arrived they had loads of crates of beer waiting along with a huge BBQ. We never got around to actually playing the game. Our home port of Halifax nova Scotia was a fairly quiet town in those days. Most of the crew used the RAOB Lodge in North Street where we were always made welcome. You had to be careful not to go out with wet hair after a shower as your hair would freeze. The In the winter the Canadians issued us with wonderful sets of foul weather gear. Fur lined leather boots. Fur lined trousers with webbing braces. A fur lined jacket with fur hood, and knitted gloves covered in leather. It was so cold in the Davis Strait on one dive that I turned in my sleeping bag wearing it all and still felt cold. The Canadians were very friendly people and we had many up-homers – including at Christmas. All good thing cvome to an end and we duly sailed for home after HMCS Ojibwa arrived to relieve us. The starboard donk had two piston head-bolts sheer and we returned to get an RSJ welded right along the top of the donk. Wooden bungs were then hammered in to hold down the piston heads. We were warned not to wind up to 420 revs and toddled home to Guzz in a sedate manner. It was to be Alcide’s last trip and she headed off to the breakers while I got an immediate draft to join Artful for the second time. Great days.

  4. irishroverpei says:

    Your story brings back lots of memories. Sadly both Darky and Bob crossed the bar sometime ago. Darky married a local girl and they lived in Elmsdale NS, I think Darky was the village chairman for a while. The wooden mansions were C Block. Every Sunday we visited the canteen (four to a table) no more than two glasses per person at a time. We re-wrote those rules pulled all the tables together and a cap in the middle held the kitty. We resurrected the dusty piano and sang the usual songs. We told the bar staff to keep bringing the beer. After the session we fell in out side and marched back to C Block still singing songs hardly suitable for a Sunday. We also unaware, passed below the Admirals residence. Monday morning the boat received a signal fro Stad we were band for three weeks from the canteen. We didn’t care as we’d be at sea for the next three weeks anyway. As for winter clothing! why did it never occur to the Admiralty that it was cold in Canada. I mean they knew about hot places and provide tropical issue??? We had no suitable winter wear for the casing. and were loaned used parka’s with RCN stamped on the back in large letters.

  5. Neville S. Pearson L.R.O. RN Retd. says:

    Hi Ben, One night after a night in the RAOB lodge on North Street and trip up homers with a local boy I attempted to smuggle a pint of Rum through Stadacona Main gate. Guilty but dropped the bottle over the white line determining that it was out side of Stad and therefore no on board. I appeared before the skipper O.B.Sharpe, next day and was held over until Monday, given 21 days stoppage of leave, which made no difference as we were in the Julie patch for the next 3 weeks.
    We could probably swap dits for a long time Ben. Next time I am on the Island I will pay you a visit.
    BZ for the job you are doing in the Legion and Political arenas for the benefit of all.

  6. irishroverpei says:

    A visit would be great and indeed we would have lots to talk about. Where are you living??

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