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Oct. 26, 2022

A periodic tale of and society and culture: The Titanic Part 1

A periodic tale of and society and culture: The Titanic Part 1

RMS Titanic was a British passenger liner, operated by the White Star Line, which sank in the North Atlantic Ocean on 15 April 1912 after striking an iceberg during her maiden voyage from Southampton, UK, to New York City, United States.


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RMS Titanic was a British passenger liner, operated by the White Star Line, which sank in the North Atlantic Ocean on 15 April 1912 after striking an iceberg during her maiden voyage from Southampton, UK, to New York City, United States. Of the estimated 2,224 passengers and crew aboard, more than 1,500 died, making it the deadliest sinking of a single ship up to that time. It remains the deadliest peacetime sinking of a superliner or cruise ship. The disaster drew public attention, provided foundational material for the disaster film genre, and inspired many artistic works.

 

RMS Titanic was the largest ship afloat at the time she entered service and the second of three Olympic-class ocean liners operated by the White Star Line. She was built by the Harland and Wolff shipyard in BelfastThomas Andrews, the chief naval architect of the shipyard, died in the disaster. Titanic was under the command of Captain Edward Smith who went down with the ship. The ocean liner carried some of the wealthiest people in the world, as well as hundreds of emigrants from Great Britain and IrelandScandinavia, and elsewhere throughout Europe, who were seeking a new life in the United States and Canada.

 

 


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Participant #1:

March 1912. I'm Annette, and I am ten years old. My mom, my 15-year-old brother Ted, and my dad, who was an engineer, are going to start a new life in America. When my parents told me, I got really excited. We're going on the RMS Titanic, the biggest ship in the whole wide world. We leave Southampton in April. I don't know what to expect on board, but mom and dad say it's the biggest, most beautiful ship ever built. 10:00 a.m. April 1012. We came on board the Titanic this morning. She's an incredible sight. The funnels seemed to soar miles into the sky above us as we stood waiting to cross the Gangplanks. The Titanic has the most modern wireless radio communication on board so it can speak to other ships. That keeps telling me how lucky we are that we were born during such an exciting time in history. I was born one year before the first airplane flew. When dad was a kid, he could only dream of having the chance to sail in a giant cruise ship and of starting a new life somewhere else. As soon as we were on board, Ted and I went exploring. We went into the first class part by mistake, but a kind man who I found later was Mr. Latimer, the chief steward showed us where we were allowed to go. We also talked to someone taking photographs who told us his name was Frank Brown. He said if we came on deck with mom and dad he'd take a photo of us as a souvenir. I've never had my picture taken before, so I hope to see him again. 10:30 a.m April 10 1912. Our cabin is on the Edek, and we're about 20ft above the water. We each have a soft bed, and there are curtains and fine wooden chairs. Mom says we're in second class, but we are allowed to use the open promenade deck at the back, sorry, I mean the stern of the ship above the A deck. Ted and I are going up there to watch when we set sail. Dad knows Mr. Bell, the chief engineer, and he's going to show us around later on. 02:45 p.m. April 10, 1912. We're off. We began moving a half hour ago. We stood on the deck waving to everyone on land. It was spectacular. As he passed, a liner called the SS New York tied up at the dock. There were some loud noises and bangs, and it started to swing out. We were very nearly hit. If Captain Smith had, in order to propel us into reverse at once, we might have never gotten farther than the end of the dock. It will certainly make us late arriving at Cherbury in France, which happens to be our first stop. 06:30 p.m. April 10, 1912. Ted and I rushed up to watch when we anchored outside of Cherbourg. Because we were late. It was too dark to see much. The harbor isn't deep enough for a huge ship like the Titanic. So smaller boats called Dinghies bring the passengers out to us. Ted asked one of the crew what time we would get to Queenstown in the south of Ireland tomorrow. And he said about midday. 12:00 p.m. April 11, 1912. Ted and I went to the promotion deck to watch the passengers coming in on the two dinghies, one named Ireland and the other named America. I tried to count how many passengers got on and I reached about 140. Most of them seemed to be going to third class. I saw a young girl with a blue dress looking up at us, and I waved. We shouted our names to each other, and I think she said hers was Anne Flynn. I'd like to see her again. We also saw Frank Brown, who'd taken our photograph, leaving one of the dinghies. So now it's nonstop to New York and on New life in Detroit. 03:00 p.m. April 11, 1912. Ireland is just a speck in the distance now. It's funny to think that we won't see land again until we get to America. I'm looking forward to starting our new life there. But as Ireland disappears, I feel sad for a minute because I might never get to see England again. I wonder if Annie is somewhere below in her cabin. I'm sure the people, unsure who watched us sail away were excited to have seen the world's biggest liner. Tomorrow, Dad's friend Mr. Bell is going to show us around the ship. 06:00 p.m. April 11. The engines were so quiet as we set it out of sale into the Atlantic that Ted and I kept watching the sea to be sure we were removing. Dad wrote a message she sent to Grandma and Grandpa telling them that we are on the way at last. But the wireless set has broken down, so the message won't be sent until it is fixed.