The story of the Titanic is very personal to each person who hears it, almost like a biblical story. This giant ship, all these people in the middle of the ocean, this iceberg, the warnings. What would it have been like to be there on that fateful night?
April 11, 1912: Titanic departs Queenstown, Ireland.
This is one of the last photos taken of Titanic.
It’s been 84 years…and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.
I know what you must be thinking. “Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?”