Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2009

The infamous Bainbridges


Sharon has been watching with family interest the rescue by the US Navy of the captain of an American ship that was seized by Somali pirates in the Indian Ocean.

This may seem a long way from the peaceful countryside near Cartagena, but Sharon feels a family involvement as the warship involved was the U.S.S. Bainbridge. And that is her maiden name.

The Bainbridges are a fairly small clan but they carved their name in the criminal history of northern Britain centuries ago. Never distinguished in the conventional sense, so many family members appeared at the Assizes, being jailed and hung, primarily for sheep stealing and clipping the edges of silver coins, that they are one of the easiest families for genealogy junkies to research. A book, The Justice and the Mare´s Ale, chronicles their doubtful achievements. They lived in the wild border lands between England and Scotland where the weather is harsh and where it was easy to roam in search of plunder. Farmers built strong stone houses to live in, with the doors high up so that the cattle could be kept on the ground floor. The ladder up to the door could be pulled up when the roving bands arrived. The Bainbridges solved this problem by each of them carrying a bundle of sticks on their back. The bundles would all be piled up until a ramp was formed giving easy access to the lofty door. Some farmers put their women downstairs with the cattle.

With regard to African pirates, the American Navy has a long record in this field. About 200 years ago American ships trading to Europe were regularly pillaged by pirates operating along the Barbary Coast of northwest Africa, now largely in Morocco. Crews were taken hostage and held for ransom. So bad did the problem become that tributes were paid to the pirates to protect shipping. The U.S. paid up but the cowardly option provided little improvement. Finally, the young nation decided to get tough and the Barbary Wars began in 1801. The Barbary Coast was bombarded by U.S. ships in 1815 and the fights against the pirates are commemorated in the battle hymn of today´s U.S. Marine Corps which sings proudly of its achievements from the Halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli. Historians say that the modern U.S. navy was forged in the fights against pirates.

So, it was interesting to see the U.S.S. Bainbridge destroyer in action in the Indian Ocean with Navy Seal snipers shooting dead three of the pirates that had been holding the captain of the seized American ship hostage. Night vision scopes allowed the snipers to pick off the bad guys and the captain was rescued.

The ship is named after William Bainbridge “one of my ancestors,” says Sharon. He was a U.S. Navy officer who actually went to Algiers in 1800 to pay cash to the pirates and he was later captured by them. In a war with Britain that took place in 1812, which features large in American history but which few British have heard of, he became a hero. During that war the British took the home of the American president, held some damn fine dinners there, and set it on fire when they left. The damage had to be covered up with white paint and that is why it is known as The White House today.

The shortest river in England is the Bainbridge River and the village of Bainbridge can be found in Yorkshire. There are plenty of Bainbridges around Sedbergh in North Yorkshire. A few years ago, one of the clan was expressing amazement that we had traveled to so many places around the world. He had made but one foreign trip in his life, when he went to the Isle of Man for a week. He left on the Friday but came home on the Monday as he couldn´t handle the strange food. Taking a large sup of his pint he said that was all the foreign travel he ever intended to do. If there are any Bainbridges reading this, please get in touch.

The picture shows Sharon visiting Bainbridge on her honeymoon. We are celebrating our 35th wedding anniversary soon and that is all thanks to the U.S. Navy. But that, as they say, is another story.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Sharon´s narrow escape


Sharon´s father was an engineer who worked for East African Railways and Harbours in Kenya and the family often lived for weeks in a carriage on the train. Eric´s job was to plot the alignment of new tracks across the country, often in remote places.

Sharon remembers: “We had our own carriage that we lived in. We often went during school time. So my mum, typical, insisted I did schoolwork during the days. I used to sit at the dining table on a chair to work on my lessons.

“One day, we were going around a corner in the train and the doors of our carriage flew open. I began to slide towards a door on my little chair. We were going quite fast through the African savannah. My mum jumped up in a terrible panic and managed to grab me before I shot out into the veldt.

“That was a narrow escape.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Crocodiles in Africa

Sharon was born and spent most of her childhood in Africa. She remembers:

“The rivers look peaceful, with just leafless branches of trees hanging over them and no sign of life. Then people would fall in the river and all of a sudden the sound of snapping crocodiles would fill your ears. Proving that the river was full of life really. I saw this happen and it was horrible.

“People were walking along the side of the river. You would wonder why they did that when they knew that the peaceful river was full of life, or death, whichever way you look at it.

“A whole line of people, probably a dozen or so, was walking along the edge of the river and they fell in. And all these crocodiles came from nowhere and all you could hear was snap, snap, snap. And splash, splash, splash. And then there again there was nothing.

“They were walking along the edge. You would have thought they would have known better. I think it was at Karama Waters, in Kenya.

“In Nigeria, we had a little tiny speed boat that we used to use to go to the beach on Sunday with my parents’ friends. One day we were going down the river towards the bay and a great bit launch came upriver at high speed. It shot past us and we rocked like mad. Our steering cable snapped, so my dad couldn’t steer the boat but we managed to paddle to the riverbank and we all climbed out. We saw crocodiles that day as well.

“Two men were on a log poling down the river when the launch went past. The wash knocked them both into the water. We were so busy trying to save ourselves we couldn’t help. They both got eaten. Crocodiles appeared from nowhere. It was horrible.

“That was the end of our boat. It never did get fixed.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.