"To honor those loved ones perished at sea and to give comfort to those of us left behind"
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Virginia Waterman's Memorial on the Eastern Shore
Ted Marshall
My dad Ted Marshall was not much older than 14 when he began his career as a waterman on the Chesapeake Bay. His father Coolie Marshall, also a waterman, had died that year at the age of 35 from kidney disease, leaving behind a wife and four kids, my dad being the oldest.
When he was 18 he married my mom, Wanda, and over a period of 16 years they became the parents of four children, the first three being girls. Although he loved us girls very much, he was extremely proud when our brother was born. He looked forward to the day when Teddy would be old enough to work with him on the bay.
My brother has grown to be a great waterman but it was a dream never to be realized by my dad. He died at the age of 36, when Teddy was only two years old.
That day, the 12th of February 1968, dad and his younger brother Tim left the marina at Cape Charles, VA at 4:00 am in dad's 40' round stern boat, the Bay Rambler, to dredge the waters near the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. Dad had left Tangier on Sunday the 11th to go where the crab catch was reportedly better. Around 3:30pm, as they worked the grounds near the South Tunnel, the dredge they were using picked up heavy stones from the Bay floor, causing it to flip into the water, pulling dad and Tim with it.
Dad had always been a very strong swimmer and he assured Tim that they would make it that day. There were two other boats working nearby. On one boat were Captain Page Parks and his son Harrry (who died on the water years later). On the other were Charles Charnock (Pouge), his mate, and his nephew Ed Charnock. By the time these men realized what had happened it was too late for dad. As their boats drew near, they found Tim struggling to stay afloat, holding tightly to dad.
On that cold February Monday evening, the news of dad's death came to us. Our pain was great; too great for us to handle alone. We turned to God, who in our weakness became our strength.
There have been, and still are times of tears, and only God knows how many hugs and kisses and family times we would have had with dad. There are nine grand children and seven great grand children who won't have the opportunity to know him. But we are thankful for the memories of his fun-loving and teasing ways. God has been with us to this day to comfort us in our loss, and also to give us hope of a reunion one day.
My mom has never remarried, and Teddy has grown up to be a successful waterman, husband, and father of two sons. He is like his father in so many ways.
We have realized our great loss over the years and it has been hard, but we are grateful for the good memories, and for the years that we had the best dad and husband in the world.
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