She still lives in the same village where several of these sailors were from. She recently told me that more than a year after the planned end of one of these missions, they still had no news of the boat. Everyone in the village fully expected all the crew to have been dead for a long time. But then one day the great-grandpa just walked in into the village after 3 years away, like it’s nothing! The boat had been stuck in the ice and had to spend one more winter stuck in the Antarctic ice pack.
At one point during that winter, food was running low, my great-grandpa and a few other pals had to row a small boat to an island 80km away to get food from a stash they left there on a previous mission 8 years prior.
These days were... epic!
I've always been quite fascinated by Antarctic exploration, and one of my all times favourite books still is The Worst journey in the world by Cherry-Garrard, that relates Scott's last expedition and lost race to the Pole (highly recommended if you're keen on adventure books).
I'm guessing it's from the saying “There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?”
(Sources suggest George Bernard Shaw said this and he was born in 1856.)