In Memory of the Edmund Fitzgerald

In Memory of the Edmund Fitzgerald



The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead

When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more

Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,

That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed

When the "Gales of November" came early.



And so starts the memorial song, “The Wreck of the Edmund

Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot. It is in memory of that

fateful day, November 10th, 1975, when the Edmund Fitzgerald,

or “The Fitz” as she was called, disappeared in a st View the rest of this article