Roger Weston
Action-Adventure Thriller Writer
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Friday, February 3, 2023
Death’s Icy Grip: The Shipwreck of Lydia Ingraham
In 1850, one of the most shocking shipwrecks in history unfolded near Owl’s Head Light on the coast of Maine.
It was December 22 near midnight. A storm was raging in the dark of night. An anchored schooner was rocked so violently that her cables snapped. The storm thrashed her around like a toy sailboat in a raging river. She crashed over high waves and plunged down into troughs where waterfalls of saltwater blasted milky froth over every exposed inch of her ship-works. Windblown spray froze on contact.
The doomed schooner was driven across the bay, and for unknown reasons the captain was not even onboard. The only people manning the drifting vessel were Richard Ingraham, his fiancé Lydia Dyer, and deckhand Roger Elliot. The two crewmen could not control the drifting, storm-tossed vessel, which ran aground on rocks just offshore.
As the ship took on water, Lydia edged out of a hatchway and onto the slippery deck with a comforter and a large blanket. Ingraham wrapped the blankets around her as protection against the freezing winds. He put an arm around her and escorted her carefully along the rail as the storm soaked them.
The lovers found a sheltered part of the deck against the taffrail where they crouched and shivered like wet dogs. The schooner shook and shivered as waves thrashed her sides and decks. Wind shrieked through the rigging like the howls of enraged demons.
Sea spray was constantly freezing in the rigging and on every inch of exposed surface. Even the wet clothes of the victims hardened with ice.
“Wrap the comforter around yourself and snuggle against the taffrail,” Ingraham told Lydia.
Ingraham covered himself with a blanket and lay down next to his fiancé.
Elliot suddenly appeared on decks. He grabbed a door jamb to steady himself. His hair whipped in the wind. He made his way to the others.
With a blanket he brought up from below decks, he lay down next to Ingraham. However, Elliot did one thing different. He pulled his knife from its sheath and kept it handy so that he could chip through the ice of his frozen blanket and ensure he could breathe and escape if the situation became even more dire.
For hours, waves relentlessly broke over the rails, and sea spray continually showered the frozen vessel. Throughout the night, Elliot shook violently and endured through misery and psychological terrors. He repeatedly saw himself as a ghastly corpse sinking in the ocean and devoured by crabs. Besides nightmarish visions, his blood ran cold in his veins. His mind sifted over his life as he contemplated the injustice of having his life robbed from him by fate.
He listened to crashing waves of the sea that he had always loved and which he now saw for what it was—utterly uncaring and probably malevolent in the extreme. Somehow he survived the night though he feared that frostbite and hypothermia were closing in.
Morning brought a new situation. As the tide turned and went out, Elliot lay there shivering and compulsively chipped away at his ice prison.
His fingers were so numb that he could barely hold his knife,
but eventually, he chipped away enough ice to break away a six-inch thick,
two-foot long section. This created an escape hatch where he was able to slide
out of his icy grave. After struggling to his feet, Elliot could see Ingraham
and Lydia. They appeared to be dead and frozen beneath six inches of solid ice.
He could see Lydia’s face, and her expression looked serene as if she’d died
peacefully. Her hair spread out around her face like a fan. Yellow locks of
frozen hair spread out around her face like rays of sunshine. Her blue-gray
complexion brought a scripture into Elliot’s mind: “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.”
Shivering, he spoke earnest words for their immortal souls. His numb lips mumbled the 23rd Psalm.
Elliot could see clearly that the tide had gone out and the ship was left on the rocks, the water having pulled back. He was amazed to see that he could simply walk ashore. The danger of the sea had retreated some, her cold depths receding. What had been a raging bit of offshore storm at sea was now a beach with rocky hills and jagged saddles.
Staggering ashore, he threw a look back at the tragic fate of his beloved ship. With sadness he saw that the schooner that had broken in two. It looked like two icebergs had washed ashore.
After Elliot turned his back to the sea, a rogue wave rushed him and slammed him down, his head striking a rock. He lay there unconscious and facing certain death. Only the splash of another wave restored his senses. He was sufficiently revived to regain his feet and struggle to get beyond the surf zone.
Several times, he slipped on the frozen shore and fell on the solid ice. Pain brought flashes of heat to wounded bones deep within his half-frozen flesh. It was hard to walk and harder to get up off the ground because he wore hard, frozen clothes that chaffed against his skin and limited his movement. His numb feet felt like aching blocks of ice.
Elliot pressed on through the snow and ice but found his way blocked at the high-tide mark by long, sloping snowdrifts at the beachhead. With no choice but to endure, he slogged through the deep snow, counting his progress by inches. Step-by-step, he pushed and dug through massive drifts.
Finally, he found a roadway, but he had no idea which way to go. He knew that if he guessed wrong, he would surely die of hypothermia before he found salvation. However, he was able to see the direction of the hoof-prints of horses.
One-step-at-a-time with numb feet and toes, he followed the hoof-prints in the snow. Every time he fell, he climbed back onto his miserable feet. His frozen pants chaffed against his knees. He eventually found his way to Owl’s Head Light, but the door to the tender’s house was locked and the windows shuttered. Nobody was there. Elliot kept on and on down the road. His inner dialogue was making peace with his maker because his intuition told him a grim tale of approaching death. It was as if he was walking through an arctic dream of tragic destiny.
Then the unexpected rose up like a mirage in the vast white silence of a wintery desert. Through the frigid snap morning he heard sleigh bells. As the mirage emerged in the winter wonderland, he saw horses pulling a low, one-horse box-sleigh on runners. That was the last thing he remembered as he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.
The sleigh master was Light Keeper William Masters of Owl’s Head Light. Masters lifted Elliot into the sleigh and drove the horses toward the lighthouse. He carried Elliot inside and lay him on the floor. He cut Elliot’s frozen clothes off his freezing body. He put the poor man to bed and covered him with snug blankets.
Half-conscious, half-delerious, Elliot was ranting incomprehensible nonsense. Masters tried to calm the panicked victim, assuring him that he would make it. Then Masters realized what his patient was saying.
Elliot was making desperate pleas for two other shipwreck victims.
“You have to get them!” Elliot pleaded. “Before the tide comes back!”
“I will.”
“Hurry! They took shelter under the taffrail.”
“Just calm down and get some sleep. I’ll leave right now.”
“I had to come ashore! I didn’t want to leave them.”
“It’s okay,” Masters said. “I’m leaving now. Go to sleep.”
Masters rang the lighthouse bell, which signaled to every able-bodied man in the area to hurry for a rescue effort.
The tide was rising as a dozen men boarded the doomed wreck. With picks and axes they hacked at the ice that was covering the dead sailor and his beautiful fiancé. A fire axe hacked into the ice inches from Lydia’s lovely face which the men could see under the ice like a face behind a window. Soon the big picturesque piece of ice was broken free.
Ten men carried the slab of ice with its frozen lovers. They handed the slab over the rail and down to men who stood waist deep in the rising surf.
“They’re dead alright,” one of the men said. “At least they’ll get a Christian burial.”
“We’ve got to try and bring them back to life,” said another.
A couple of the men scoffed at the absurd prospect, but most of them agreed they must try.
The huge ice slab was carried ashore and to the sleigh. Men strained and groaned as they loaded it onto the timbers. A whip snapped in the winter wind. The horses pulled their load through snow as they trotted down the path. Flying snow kicked up from hooves and covered the ice slab until Lydia’s face and floating locks of hair were no longer visible beneath the ice.
At the lighthouse, the slab was carried inside into Master’s kitchen. Over and over, water was poured over the ice. At first it was cold treatment, but each bucket brought warmer and warmer water. The ice slowly melted off the doomed sailor and his tragic fiancé. Soon her green eyes were exposed to the air and her golden wet hair stuck to her face and gathered in bunches around her ears.
Masters and three helpers slowly and carefully moved the hands and feet of their patients. As arms and legs gained in flexibility, the rescuers worked faster, yet with tenderness. He and others worked to massage their bodies. This tiring work was continued for half an hour.
Then Masters was startled. He jumped back from his patient and gasped in horror.
“What is it?” asked another.
Masters pointed. “Her fingers moved!”
Rescuers looked at the body with wonder and amazement and then at each other.
“Keep working!”
Lydia was the first to recover. After hours of constant attention, she made small movements. Ingraham took an hour longer to come out of his coma-like state.
“Where are we?” he asked.
Masters told him the whole story.
Ingraham looked at Lydia, and she gave him a fragile and slight smile.
The two patients were covered in blankets and allowed to sip lukewarm water. By the next day they recovered sufficiently to eat a tiny meal. Weeks passed in painstaking rehab before they could walk around. Months passed before they made full recoveries.
Eventually, Ingraham and Lydia were married. The wedding was held in early spring of the following year, and their special day was visited by a late snowstorm.
Roger
Elliot never went to sea again.
Saturday, November 28, 2020
The
Cindy Martin Story
An explosion left her broken, bloodied, and missing a leg. This devastating violence happened to a young girl who had spent her whole life up to that point overcoming heartbreak and adversity. Neglect, abandonment, and abuse overshadowed the childhood of Cindy Martin. But after joining the Air Force to escape her hardships, she could never have guessed that her new journey was leading her right into the middle of a terrorist attack that would shatter her life and change her future. Cindy had been forged by tough breaks all her life, and with the lessons she learned along the way, she was a natural survivor.
Cindy learned the necessity of diligent, hard work at a
young age. She never enjoyed an ideal childhood with a supportive mother and
father to guide her through life’s challenges and keep her safe from harm. In
fact, Cindy was only three years old when she started caring for her younger
sister. By first grade she was ironing clothes and helping around the house.
But in addition, it fell upon her to get her brother and sister ready for
school. And before she could do that, she had to feed her neighbor’s animals. The
reason she took on the extra roles of mother and provider in grade school is
that her mother and father were heavy drinkers. As a result, her mother slept
in. Not only that, her father was often out of town on work.
Depression followed her and threatened to destroy her
life, but Cindy learned to overcome her depression. She had a horse, so to get
a rest from her burdens she often took long rides into the wilderness areas
near her home. She would lie under the fruit trees and look at the clouds. She
would cry in the foothills and orchards of Loomis, California. She took hikes
with her dog. Years earlier, some childhood friends took her to summer Vacation
Bible School. Now, as she rode in the hills and walked orchards with her dog,
she found God in nature.
Danger of abuse and the threats of victimization taught
Cindy to reach out for help. With an absent father, some saw it as an
opportunity to take advantage of her. It began when a neighbor boy abused her
and used threats to keep her quiet. Things got even worse when a creep
approached her in the 7th grade and tried to abduct her. She ran,
and running probably saved her life. She called the police, but got no
response. Then at school she was called to the principal’s office. The police
were there and wanted to know what had happened. When her parents were
mentioned, Cindy said she wasn’t going to get any help from her parents. Later,
a man who knew her family tried to groom her to be a mistress. At first, Cindy
was frozen in fear. Then she confronted him, and he backed off. Taking action
and reaching out to others was proving essential, but that’s not all.
Around this time, the lessons of prayer touched her life.
Cindy’s grandmother in Michigan often prayed for her. On a visit to her
grandmother’s, she went to church. Seeds were planted that would be
crucial to her later on when tragedy struck. And tragedy was going to strike
very soon.
In high school, Cindy learned about herself and her place
in the world—aside from her home life. She was blessed to have teachers that
encouraged her because she was super shy. One of them told her, “Be more
outgoing. You have a lot going for you. You need to get out and enjoy school.”
Kind words like this gave her confidence that she desperately needed.
As a young lady, she also learned new kinds of
responsibility. During high school, someone had to pick her mother up at the
bar close to midnight, and Cindy was always there for her mother, who was
fighting her own personal battles. However, it was not easy to shoulder this
burden and also be up early for her other responsibilities and getting to
school on time. After high school, she got a chance to work on a ranch in
Oregon. She cooked pies and pot roast for the workers during harvest. She took
her responsibilities seriously and always did her best. She was treated like
part of the family, and she cared for the farmer’s kids. She taught them
responsibility, making them clean their room. She was always very strict with
the kids. When she came home past curfew one night, the farmer and his wife
were not happy that she had misled them. For the first time outside of school,
Cindy saw that there were grown-ups who cared about her and worried about her.
From then on, she took her responsibility in communication to others seriously.
Just as she was
starting to find her way in life, she took a detour that would teach her new
lessons that would carry her through extreme personal trials.
One day, her friend Patsy said, “Let’s join the
military.” Cindy thought it was a good idea, but when the day came, Patsy
backed out. Cindy, however, followed through. She joined the Air Force in May
1978. She was smart and did well in the military. She thrived in electronics at
her airbase in Germany. She was the first woman in the microwave communication
shop, dealing with communication from microwave towers. She went to fiber
optics school and often worked all night installing fiber optics systems in the
microwave shop. This was agreeable because she had married a violent alcoholic,
thinking she could fix him. That didn’t work out, and her problems were just
beginning.
In 1980, ten soldiers, including Cindy, went to
Oktoberfest. There were thousands of people from all over the world, many
flocking to cement buildings full of beer drinkers. On the third night, Cindy
and four others were walking into the festival grounds. Outside, the atmosphere
was much like a state fair in America. People were drinking, eating, and
singing.
Cindy was about to learn to persevere through extreme
pain and adversity. Also at Oktoberfest was a fascist extremist who wanted to
kill innocents for political reasons on September 26, 1980. He was rigging explosives
when the bomb went off prematurely. The terrorist’s body landed on a taxi. Over
two hundred were injured. Thirteen were killed. The surprised taxi driver hurried
over and put a tourniquet on Cindy’s severely bleeding leg, probably saving her
life. Cindy landed in hospital with shrapnel in her back. Part of her nose was
blown off. She was partially paralyzed. She had major shoulder injuries. She
had a head injury, a major concussion. Most of her right foot was gone. And she
lost a leg. She had no pain in her left side due to the shrapnel wound in her
back; however, her right side was in constant pain for two years. She had major
skin grafts on her back. Specialists built her prosthetic legs. She spent the
next nine months in the hospital. Through it all, she persevered, always
remembering the kind words of her high school teachers, the love of the people
in her squadron, and the love of the ranch family.
Along with perseverance, she learned to have a sense of
humor. Being a 23 year old girl in the hospital for nine months and having to
use a bed pan and being assisted by young men was humiliating at first.
Finally, she learned to laugh and not take herself too seriously. Also, the man
who built her leg was a Vietnam vet, an amputee, who was a crazy-fun guy. In a
way, he set the tone and helped her to have a sense of humor in the midst of
her circumstances.
Along with her sense of humor, she learned to never feel
sorry for herself. She would always read about someone who had it worse off
than her. Therefore, she looked at the positive. She always remembered
something her father had told her: “Only wimps whine.” It also became clear to
her that complaining never did her any good. But even more important, all the
ups and downs showed her a pattern with adversity—a pattern that could bring
hope into darkness.
She learned that problems are
temporary. She says, “So many people end their lives too quickly when they
think they have problems. Everyone is so valuable. Everyone can do good for
someone else. If I can convince others to believe that then evil doesn’t win.”
But there was another lesson that gave Cindy strength. After
all she suffered due to the terror attack, after persevering through the pain,
trauma, and heart break, she now felt there was nothing she couldn’t do.
Cindy went on to live a full life and overcome obstacles
every single day with a great attitude. After raising a family and after her
husband passed away, she went back to college at age sixty.
Just walking across the stage to get her degree was a
challenge, but it was also another great victory in the school of life.
Check out Cindy's inspirational story on YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPYTK8S6THM
Monday, December 3, 2018
The Orphan and the Kamikaze
He had always walked to work, but now he bought a Harley motorcycle and soon was running the Vagos Gang. One day he was pulled over on Hollywood Blvd. He got off his Harley, faced the two approaching cops, and challenged them to a fight.
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
The Doomed Steamship Lexington by Roger Weston
Thursday, June 28, 2018
New Release: THE DOORMAN: A Chuck Brandt Thriller
Chuck Brandt is hunting for an old nemesis in Washington DC—a ruthless killer who’d slipped his grasp. But Chuck lands in the middle of a shameful conspiracy. Betrayal, deception, blackmail—the capital is a garden of lies and murder, but with Brandt in town, the traitors are no longer above the law. Aided by an unlikely—and unusual insider—Chuck Brandt brings his unique form of smash-mouth justice to the nation’s capital. Those who are betraying the public trust are about to find out that there is a new law in town—Brandt’s law.
After uncovering an international conspiracy centered in Washington DC, Chuck Brandt receives orders from above: “This is Washington D.C. Be diplomatic. Do not push too hard or act in uncivil ways.”
That’s not exactly how Chuck operates. He’s focused on results. As he shakes the tiger’s cage, he uncovers a DC plot that makes the blood of any American boil. From one end of DC to another, Chuck Brandt is using savage tactics to de-mask DC frauds and international criminals and make them run for darkness. Assisting him is the most unusual insider Washington has seen in years.