Over the past 15 years,
a familiar sight at our boat show exhibits has been my father,
Sydney Cook. Many who met him enjoyed his company, his British
accent, and if you were lucky, one of his many stories. Few knew
that he was known worldwide in his elite marine circle as a premier
marine engineer and naval architect.
My father grew up
in the port city of Kingston upon Hull, England. At an early age,
he was an eager student, and by the age of 21, had three degrees
in Marine, Electrical, and Mechanical Engineering. At age 25,
Sydney was Chief Engineer of a Liberty Ship in the Royal Merchant
Marine; a position usually held by someone twice his age. Being
at sea, however, was in his blood; my grandfather had been a Chief
Engineer and sailed during WWI, and my greatgrandfather, a captain
on a tall ship in the 19th century. For 7 years, Sydney traveled
in the heroic convoys of World War II, and although many ships
had been sunk by the infamous U-boats near him, my father was
fortunate not to meet the fate of many mariners by being torpedoed.
WWII Era
"Liberty Ship"
Sydney
Cook
Chief Engineer
(1944)
British
Merchant Marine Ensign
After gaining years
of marine surveying experience, my father built the first supertanker
in post-war Japan. He also designed and built some of the most
fuel efficient, yet beautiful steam turbine cargo ships of the
Twentieth Century.
My father was also
the Vice-President of Marchessini Lines for over forty years.
Headquartered in lower Manhattan at 26 Broadway, NYC, this position
took my father around the world dozens of times.
"Eurymachus"
Sydney
Cook,,
V.P. of Marchessini
Lines
P.D. Marchessini & Company Flag
By the time I was
14, my father had traveled 7 of those years, but we were to have
our time together at a later date, as he volunteered his ready
smile, time and effort towards my (then) new business in 1992.
Having my father in
our Fendergrip booth was certainly overkill. However, he was never
boastful, and to the contrary, was very humble while answering
many customers' questions. I know that many customers who met
him, left with the feeling that they had encountered someone special.
My Dad had a long
life, and the last 15 years we shared together working at New
World Marine was especially something that I will always cherish.
Although death is expected at an older age, it is hard to express
the loss I feel. Although one's practical side knows how inevitable
death is, part of me is diminished at knowing that his bright
intellect and personality will not be seen again in this lifetime.
As Sydney would have
said, "All the Best".
Thank
you for visiting,
Peter
Cook
Given that my father
devoted his life to the sea,
the following poem
seemed most appropriate, and
was read at his
memorial service:
Gone from My Sight
(Author unknown)
I am standing
upon the seashore. A ship at my side
spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and
starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object
of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch
her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where
the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone
at my side says "There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my
sight. That is all.
She is just as
large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when
she left my side and
she is just as able to bear her load of living freight
to her destined
port.
Her diminished
size is in me, not in her.
And just at the
moment when someone
at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
there are other eyes watching her coming,
