Mf Gerd was the given choice, wether you were going to the nearby city Strömstad for shopping on Saturdays or going to church at Tjärnö, Sundays.
I have a vivid memory of the smell, when Birger, the Skipper started up the old, crude oil-, one cylinder- machine. It had to be preheated and for that purpose, Birger lit and inserted a gunpowder cartridge into the cylinder top.
Since my uncle, Boy (that was his real name) worked with Birger on his boat a few years, I usually had free passage to Strömstad every Saturday, where the little footferry stayed for some three hours. It took an hour and a half to cover the ten miles from Strömstad to Rossö, since MF Gerd picked up and dropped off passagers at next to every pier on its way.
However, it was a nice trip, beautiful nature and lots of interesting characters on board. |
