Ted,
Thanks for posting your wonderful photos; you really have an eye for capturing on film, or digitally, life on the river. But if I can make one suggestion, would you note the dates that a particular pic was taken. It will help put each photo in context, and will give the casual viewer, now and in the future, a better idea of how Ol' Man River was at a given time.
Frank , thanks for the ...........................................
Greetings From New Orleans ,
Frank , thanks for the suggestion and point well taken ! In the future I will do my best to some how indicate the dates on the particular shots I attache and will make every effort to give some explanation of each ! Thanks , for your suggestion !
In the attached shots , and in the first and third pictures are the two E.N. Bisson tugs that just assisted me with the departure from the Exxon/Mobil Refinery , one early fall fogy morning ! In the second shot , I am on a cargo ship at the Port Allen , General Cargo Dock and viewing the Baton Rouge city front with a south bound tow in the fore ground .
Smooth Sailing !
Ted Davisson
NOBRA 70


Just A Few More Shots Of Baton Rouge !
Greetings From Baton Rouge !
Just a few more shots of Baton Rouge and after the Spring flood of 2011' !
Smooth Sailing !
Ted Davisson
WA-4141
Ted Davisson;26375 wrote: Greetings From New Orleans ,
Just A Few Shots Of The Port Of Baton Rouge !
Hope You Seeing Them As I Did Taking Them !
Smooth Sailing !
Ted Davisson
NOBRA 70
Frozen in Louisiana
Captain Davisson, that pic of the Exxon dock brought back a lot of memories. The absolute COLDEST I have ever been in my life was offloading gasoline as a tankerman on the A. A. Mora in '80 - '81 at the Exxon dock. It was something like 9 degrees. It sends shivers up my spine just thinking of that memory. My friends can't believe that , being from Illinois, my coldest experience ever was in Louisiana, a state known for it's legendary heat!
Hey Mike I grew up down here and although I saw below zero temps in Ohio and Va. I think you are right about those winters because I was Mate on the MQ and then the DQ during Lay-up in the shipyard those years and it was freezing. Its that humid cold people just dont understand....Bone chilling.
Mike and Mel: It was not in B/R but up river a bit in St Francisville in the paper plant there. I was working in the machine shop and had on two pairs of coveralls and a jacket. I was working indoors (window was broken in front of my milling machine...a Cincinnati No.4) and like to froze! And it was 18 degrees F! Like you say...had to be the damp! The roaches were three inches long...they coated the paper with flour and kaolin and the roaches loved that sour dough! And, it WAS stinky sour! Then there were the fire ants...militant. Two months...Dec & Jan and outta there! Cap'n Walnut
I think my coldest winter was 78 when I was a watchman on the MQ in Lay-up at Avondale in NOLA. The boat was empty and in Drydock all I had was a space heater to sit by in the forward Cabin lounge between my rounds.
Roaches & Fire Ants
Hello Mrs. Schiffer & Hartsough. I had to comment on the "incredible insects" that I encountered when I was in the south in the late '70s early '80's. Being from Illinois where most insects are usually controllable I had no idea of the "extreme" bugs of the south. I was in New Orleans several times during that period aboard the Admiral. North of the Canal St. landing there was a warehouse that offloaded ships from Venezuela. If you walked on that dock after dark, oh my goodness, the roaches were HUGE! Like you mentioned, they were probably 3 inches long. You certainly hoped that you didn't encounter any of those monsters in your cabin that night. And, an even more personal encounter with fire ants happened to me in Bean's Fleet on the Intercoastal Waterway at Galveston Bay. We were tied up with 2 empties waiting to load gasoline at GATX. We had some down time waiting for loading orders and I decided to walk out to the pay phone to call my girlfriend ( there were no cell phones then and ,yes, you did have to drop coins in a slot to make a call ). I walked to the end of our 2 barge tow, wearing nothing nothing but gym shorts and flip flops, climbed down the ladder off the empty barge and promptly stepped directly into a fire ant mound. Holy Mackerel!!! My leg was immediately covered up to the knee with biting ( or stinging, I don't know which ) ants. I had to jump into the water to get rid of them. And then I eventually had to be flown to Galveston Hospital to deal with the effects ( swelling )of the assault. People in Illinois have no idea what fire ants can do but I suspect, with global warming, it won't be too many more years before they migrate here!













