Wooden boats have an energy and a spirit that is comprised of the wood from which they are made and the hands that made them. It comes from the careful, skilled hands that shave curls of wood off an edge to make a perfect fit; an eye for sensuous, gentle curves that, when combined, create art and function simultaneously; a brawn body to mold and lift what used to be a tree into a shape that becomes a boat; and a sharp, swift mind to bring the forces of mathematics and physics to heal.
It’s not often that all of these qualities are housed in one person, but Tom Bournival was one. He was integral in building the Riggin‘s yawl boat and the house in which we live. He left our world this Sunday, and while his physical self is no longer with us, his spirit will live on in the numerous boats he touched.
Our world is less because he is gone, but full from the legacy he leaves behind.
I have this image in my head of a scene similar to one in “Like Water for Chocolate” where instead of tears flowing into kneading bread, they stain newly sanded wood and newly steamed planks of wooden sailing vessels cared for without the hands of our dear friend.
Annie and Jon
You are already sorely missed, friend.