Today Valis and I went for a ride in the country today visiting castles etc, and one of the places we visited was a memorial to Grace Darling. She was born in the early 1800s in Bamborough, Northumberland to a fishing family, one of seven children. She later went to work with her father who was a lighthouse keeper. One stormy night a ship got wrecked on the rocks offshore from the lighthouse. Realising the local lifeboats would not be able to reach the men in time they put to sea in a small cob to rescue the men. Due to the stormy seas, strong currents and dangerous rocks they had to row over a mile to reach the men. While her fatehr was on the rocks rescuing the men to be saved by their boat she held her own in the ferocious seas, enabling her father to save the men. Many lives were saved that night. Over the years, Grace's legend grew. She became the model for Victorian girls, her story of feminine courage repeated so often in magazines of the day that her name was absorbed into everyday English as a term meaning "brave woman."
Tonight when We read our own darling Grace's thread on how things have been rough for her over the last few weeks, she's been helping out on things with her family, it made us think of Grace Darling. They both had problems in their life, but put themselves so much to help others that they are an example for us all. She would risk the storm to help anybody if she could.
We love you Grace.
Paul and Travis