David Robertson Treacy, Sr.

  David Robertson Treacy Sr, my father, is the person most responsible for getting me into sailing. At the age of 8 I started at the Larchmont Yacht Club sailing school, sailing the Dyer Dow. Dad enrolled me from that summer of 1984 until the summer of 1992 when I aged out of juniors.  I have had only two summers since where I have not been out on a sailboat. 

  Dad was a member of LYC for almost 50 years and for many years he was a member of LYC Race Committee. He was a member of the committee for many large and important national regattas and was the Chairman of the committee for the 1993 Sonar North Americans.

  Dad also owned and sailed a Herreshoff ‘S’ boat.  This was the first sailboat I was ever aboard and the first one I remember holding the tiller on. My father was not born into sailing like I was; he married into it.  He once told me of his first sailing experience when he was in the Air Force.  Armed with only the knowledge he had from reading the Small Sailing Handbook for the Boy Scout Sailing Merit badge, he took a small dinghy out from a beach and drifted around. The wind died halfway out, lucky for him, the tide took him back in and he was able to get back to the base without being AWOL.  Dad got into sailing through my mother.  My mother’s family were long time members of LYC when they met and through them he became a member of LYC.  He bought the boat in the mid 60s and many family adventures, both good and bad, were had sailing and working on the boat.  When I was 10 years old, my father sold the S boat due to the lack of use.  His older kids were now out of the house, his wife of 27 years had died the year before and his two youngest were too young to use it by themselves.

Dad on Sufi

  Dad loved the water and so he was soon shopping for a motor boat. In the late 80s he found a 20ft Shamrock with an open cabin.  He enjoyed this boat, but found it small and wanted a larger boat with a closed cabin. After talking to the salesmen at the NY boat show, he found the design he wanted. Shamrock had just come up with the design for a 26ft boat with a 6ft tall cabin.  Dad ordered the second one made out of the factory and took delivery in the summer of 1989 and named her Mizar.  Some of my favorite memories with my father are on this motor boat.  We did many days of exploring the harbors of Long Island sound and just plain motoring around for a day on the water.  Those were good days. Dad also took the boat out on many adventures around the east coast with his wife, Lois. In his retirement years, the boat resided at his summer cottage in Maine.
 

  Five months ago today, on December 2^nd, my father died at the age of 82.  He was surrounded by most of his children and his loving wife.

Dad with Lois in Ireland (late 90s)