Harbor Beat : Lottie Goes Down to the Sea to Help

As Lottie Sebren, housewife turned seamen’s aide, sprinted up the aluminum gangplank, a sailor’s head popped through a porthole.

“Lottie!” exclaimed Hup Cheng Tan, chief officer of Singaporean superfreighter Neptune Emerald.

She planted a kiss on Tan’s cheek, then navigated a labyrinth of hallways and staircases, ascending to the ship’s old wheelhouse, which Sebren has helped transform into a lounge.

“Lottie even brought us these Christmas lights,” said the baby-faced Tan in his best British accent.

The lights, hurriedly scavenged from Sebren’s basement during a one-night docking of the ship last Christmas, still hung across the lounge of the ship during a recent visit to the port. Wallpaper and a mural procured by Sebren also decorated the room.

Shopping Trips

“Lottie takes us shopping and on trips,” Tan said. “She brought us spongecake, and last Christmas, she brought us cookies. She took one of my crew to see a sister (in Los Angeles) he had not seen since 1939. It means a hell of a lot to us when someone does things like this.”

Sebren, 59, is the manager and only paid employee of the International Seafarer’s Center, one of five loosely knit facilities for sailors from the 8,000 ships that call each year at the ports of Long Beach and Los Angeles.

The Seafarer’s Center, three small buildings on Pico Avenue at Ocean Boulevard in Long Beach, was opened in July, 1983, on land provided without charge by the port. Its bills have been paid primarily from $26,000 raised during the giant Topsail festival on July 4, 1984, Sebren said.

The center draws sailors looking for conversation, a game of pool or a telephone call home. Sebren and her 15 volunteers also provide information--bus schedules, amusement park times and shopping tips. And they sometimes taxi sailors into town or take them on regional sightseeing tours.

Once, Sebren’s husband, Warner, a longtime education director at Truett Memorial Southern Baptist Church in Long Beach, and center chaplain Manuel Mak piled an Indian captain and his crew into two 14-person vans for a trip to Yosemite.

The heart of the center, however, is the hospitality served up in hearty portions with coffee and snacks. Lottie Sebren is a Louisiana native, whose amiable directness cuts easily through foreign sailors’ reserve.

For example, she can say of first officer Tan, “He’s the cutest thing; hearing that English voice come out of that Chinese face.” And he will smile back playfully.

She is accepted so readily, it seems, because her efforts betray no self-interest. She worked at the center without pay for 1 1/2 years before being hired for $1,000 a month last December.

Returned to Work

A one-time bookkeeper who had been a housewife and mother exclusively since 1956, Sebren returned to work “because I wanted to do this,” she said.

“I can’t believe this is work. I love it.”

It is rewarding, she said, to meet the needs of sailors, many of whom have come to believe there is little adventure aboard giant freighters that often spend weeks at sea and then just hours in port as cargo is unloaded before heading home.

On a recent day, as a young sailor from Singapore waited for an available telephone, Sebren told the story of a disenchanted chief engineer who had declared: “Never will I let my son go to sea.”

Whether a ship’s captain ensconced in spacious quarters or a lowly deckhand, “the one thing they all have in common is that they’re lonely,” she said.

The sailor from Singapore agreed.

“I plan to give up sea life,” he said. “In the old days, a seaman’s life was good but not now. Some say a seaman’s life is challenging, but not for me. And I don’t know what is happening with my family or in Singapore.”

Her job, Sebren said, is one of long hours and challenges.

She had been told that some ships, particularly the Soviet vessels, would not allow unescorted women aboard, but Sebren said she has had no problems.

She was chilled by the icy demeanor of the captain of the first Chinese ship she boarded, then surprised when he telephoned later to request a tour of the Southland for his crew. In the end, the same captain lavished gifts upon her and her grandchildren, who had toured his vessel.

Recently, she and Mak ended several days of tours and trips with a second Chinese crew.

“It is the first time for us in the United States,” said Zhen Guo-liang, the Chinese captain. “Before, we just read from a magazine or a book. This time, the gentleman (Mak) and the lady (Sebren) show us what America is like. They promote friendship, so when I go back to China I will tell them . . . After our experience here, we feel just like home.”

Sebren noted the relative freedom Zhen’s crew had in port, compared with the first Chinese crew she encountered 18 months ago.

“We are free to go anywhere,” said interpreter Shao Yeh Ming, “except a place that is not good for us like a yellow place, a sexual place.”

Sometimes in providing a phone to call home, Sebren has shared sailors’ tragedies.

“One man will call home and another will answer his phone,” she said. “You can see he’s sad and he’s hurt, but he can’t say anything to us.”

On one occasion, a Korean sailor cried uncontrollably during a telephone conversation.

“When he got off the phone, he told us his mother had just died. My husband and I sat down and cried with him. Then I called a Baptist minister, a Korean, and that meant a lot to him.”

It is on such occasions, that Sebren and her husband, now interim director of missions for a local coalition of churches, practice their “sharing ministry.”

“Occasionally a person is interested in the Christian religion and we share,” she said. “They want to know why we are doing this, and we tell them God loves us so much there’s just love to share. We do it without being pushy.”

Beginning next month, when Warner Sebren joins his wife at the harbor as a full-time unpaid volunteer, they will put their faith to a greater test.

“He will not have a salary and mine is extremely low,” she smiled, “I guess this is where we start trusting the Lord again.”