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The Soul of a Wooden Boat

by Reuel B. Parker

Sawmill
A band-saw mill cutting slabs from a big white pine tree.

Wooden boats have souls. No, I’m not getting metaphysical on you, necessarily. But think about it: Wooden boats are made from organic, living trees, by hand, each one unique. Each piece of wood is, to me, a minor miracle of life on earth—beautiful, strong, flexible, unique, alive.

I own a small sawmill, locally-made here in Maine. It consists of a big horizontal band saw on a 24′-long steel railway. I fell trees with a chainsaw and saw them into the wood I need for building boats, houses, furniture, musical instruments and longbows. Each log from each tree presents the challenges of how to orient it; how to mill it; how to eliminate knots, rot pockets, and bends; and how to saw it for desired grain orientation. After sawing it, I air-dry the milled timber for one year, minimum, before milling it into usable lumber. I make posts and beams for timber-framed houses and barns, and plank stock for everything else.

I used to be a California hippy—a certified tree-hugger. Even though I have been a carpenter since boyhood (I started building boats at age 12), I have always harbored some guilt about butchering trees. After all, they are living things. They are the lungs of Planet Earth. When I moved inland to Appleton, Maine, after living on the coast, I was confronted with the necessity of whacking trees. Murdering hundreds of them! My land here is “climax forest,”—uncut for 70 or 80 years—the first trees to come in are dying out, and the shade-tolerant trees are fully mature. There are so many trees here, from tiny saplings to huge oldsters, that you could not walk three feet without running smack into a tree trunk. Cutting was going to be essential for building even a driveway and campsite, to say nothing of a house and barn, plus a field for a garden and fruit trees. So I learned to murder trees in large quantities. And I hated it.

This has made me acutely aware of every piece of wood that passes through my hands. Some pieces of wood are so beautiful that I stare at them. Some I set aside for my boatbuilding partner Bill Smith, who uses them in his beautiful five-string fiddles. When I find a piece that follows one growth ring for several feet, I set it aside for making longbows. Most pieces become planks for wall-framing, flooring, V-match tongue-and-groove wall covering, door and window casings, cabinetry, and furniture.

And some pieces I mill for use in boatbuilding. My double-ended sharpie schooner IBIS contains ash and wild black cherry milled from the trees on my land. I used ash for ceiling planking, countertops, deck and coachroof beams, hatch carlins and even belaying pins. I used cherry for cabinet doors and drawer faces, fiddle rails, bunk boards and trim. Every piece of that wood started as a tree. For the first time in my life, I got to implement the whole process of working with wood, from felling the tree to applying eight coats of varnish.

Ash belaying pins
Making ash belaying pins on a lathe.

So a wooden boat is made from living things. But it is also made by living things. I have come to believe that every wooden boat absorbs some of the life-energy of the people who build her. A large part of her constitution consists of the love, hate, joy, frustration, blood, sweat and tears of her builders. And we do put all of that, and more, into our wooden boats. A piece of our human soul, if indeed we have one, goes into every boat we build by hand.

Wooden boats “feel” alive. They move differently. No mass-produced “thing,” popped out of a mold from synthetic materials has even remotely similar properties. Ask any avid sportfisherman—almost all prefer a cold-molded wooden boat to any other. (And no, I am not a fan of sport fishing!) A boat made from toxic chemicals that comes out of a mold is a “clone,”—a soul-less thing.

With the souls of wooden boats comes responsibility. Our personal energy is incorporated into our work. If we are negative and angry while building a boat, that negativity will be absorbed in the finished product, even if it is beautiful. If we work with love and care, that positive energy will be part of the result, even if it is less than beautiful. Hence, I always tell my clients to “enjoy the process” of boat-building; to work with care and thoughtfulness, if not love.

All too often I do not live up to my ideals—I don’t always practice what I preach. I am often a cranky worker. When we were building my lorcha T’IEN HOU, Delfine and Davina [two of Reuel’s Angels] were working on deck and I was down in the bilges, when a terrible string of vulgarity exuded from my foul mouth. Davina, new to Parker Marine, looked at Delfine in shock, and Delfine told her “Don’t worry—he probably just dropped a screw.” It’s always the little things that push my buttons. When something major goes wrong, I typically don’t say anything—I just deal with it.

Tiller from a grown ash crook
IBIS’s tiller, sawn from a grown ash crook.

Because of this flaw in my character, I try to sit down with my boatbuilding project at the end of the day—especially if I have been particularly bad—and talk to her over a bottle of Guinness stout. I apologize for my negativity, and tell her that she is beautiful, that she has a soul, and that I really do love her! I can only hope it helps….

I am not the only person who believes wooden boats have souls. In the 2012 issue of WoodenBoat magazine’s MotorBoats, Sam Devlin (a designer and builder of beautiful “stitch and glue” wooden boats) recounts a conversation at the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival in which a man asked him to compare one of his boats to a fiberglass boat of similar size. Devlin simply told him “Your boat’s got no soul.”

Comments

Submitted by wdyer on

Greetings Reuel;
I have to agree with you. I have not yet built a wooden boat, but I have built some furniture. I started building a wooden blanket chest for my wife many years ago as part of a woodworking course that I was taking as part of a continuing education program at a local high school. It did not get finished for 13 years due to a move and having no time to complete it in the course, and the fact that I had no tools of my own. Then following a vacation we had some money left over and my wife suggested that I buy my table saw. Well that was the start. I set about finishing the blanket chest. It was a Norm Abrams (the New Yankee Workshop) design. I liked the design, but trying to organize a big project and get it built in the time space allowed in a course with everyone else comandeering the equipment if you laid down your workpiece to go back to your work area made it near impossible. Everyone else was building bird houses or maybe a cigar humidor. But this was my wife’s suggestion and I wanted to complete it. Well, when I started back at it I realized there were many mistakes. I tried to fix them but got so frustrated that I nearly turned the $200 worth of alder into firewood. But my conscience and better judgement told me to put the project away and let my mind work on the problem. Two weeks later I had a solution. I set about it with the help of a new router, router table, clamps and a rekindled focus. I completed the blanket chest. It’s not perfect but it is very functional, it looks good and serves as both a blanket chest and a coffee table in our basement tv room. Since then I have taken more courses with predetermined pieces that work out very well. I have found woodworking to be very calming and a pleasure to do. In my home workshop (the garage) I am currently in the middle of a project to build a chest of drawers out of some maple that I acquired. I now realize that I need a bandsaw for this project to slice the boards to minimize waste of good wood.

So to get back to your topic, I remember what Sir Alec Guinness said as Obi Wan Kenobi in Star Wars “… It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us…”  And thinking more about this I’ve come to realize that this energy is something we all share. Not just humans but all living creatures, animals, plants and even the stones in the ground. So, for me because of where I believe this energy originates, I now understand that we must respect it. We must use the energy for good purposes and when we take a living thing such as a tree and use the latent energy that exists in it once it is chopped down and milled to produce furniture or woodenboats, the energy that we expend combines with the wood to form something beautiful that can outlast even our own lives. My heritage is that of being the son of fisherfolk of the inshore fishing industry of Newfoundland. As well as being fishermen, they were all woodsmen, farmers, hunters and boatbuilders. This was how they survived and fluorished in the cold North Atlantic. I hope also to build wooden boats one day, I’m just not there yet.

Thank you for your beautiful article.
Best Regards, Bill

Submitted by Carlos Berástegui on

Hi Reuel, sorry by my english. I read your substantial article before go down on the woodshop and can say you thanks a lot, yes, because you explain very well the deep heartfelt of human work. I am at the first attempt to buy a little ship ( four meters long ) to repair an put in conditions to sail,but before during 35 years I built furniture in wood and never say to the clients that the furniture have soul but I feel it. Today when I stay working I will think on you and yours words and consciently and paciently I will do the frames for windows that the client wait. Thanks you again. Have a nice day.

Submitted by Benjamin allen on

Hi Reuel, Thank you for your article!
Cheers! Ben

Submitted by April on

Most certainly wooden boats do have a soul! My boat chose me! She bobbed her bow in a perfectly calm marina- I thought perhaps seals or a dolphin~ She was in need of my attention! Twenty four hours later I belonged to her.

I am restoring her, we spend long hours together. I always give her a pat when I lock her up to go home and I tell her that I will be back in the morning. She likes that. She also knows just when to show me a new project or area of concern...she is very smart that way.

It used to be overwhelming but now I know how she works. She wants both of us safe. So I have to slow down and as Mr Parker stated, I take time to enjoy this part of our journey together. She is looking so beautiful! I know she is proud! (me too)

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