Years after the sinking of the RMS Titanic a man named James Cameron wrote a
screemplay about two starcrossed lovers, one of the 'wrong' class and the other to marry
a man who should have married his money. I fell into the trappings of this sappy Romeo
and Juliette version of a move. But instead of rmantisizing about the lead actor like many
my age I fell in love with the ship herself and the people that was on that ship that fateful
night.
Dissention set in about the fifteenth watching of the movie. I found myself moving from
the plot to wanting to watch what happened to the real people. I began a search for the
real stories of the people that died on the Titanic.
This is a story about two real star crossed lovers and true accounts* on what they were
reported to be doing on the night of the sinking. This is the story of Ida and Isador Strauss
the owner of Macy's and what they went through on that fateful night.
(* ideas from the book 'A Night to Remember' by Walter Lord, The Night Lives On by
the same author and several other books out there by many copius authors.)
Enjoy!
I got into the car. There was something magical about a maden voyage that can't
be explained. Everything was new so sparkly and fresh and crisp. I looked over at my
husband of some good years. He smiled at me reassuringly and I smiled back. After fourty
one years our marrage is still surviving.
We get to the loading dock and I look up at the ship in amazement. The ship itself
was bigger than Macy's downtown of Manhattan. This in itself was unnerving to no end
and as I got out I expressed this to my husband. "Oh Papa, you don't think that there
could be something wrong with the sixe of this ship, can there?"
"Nothing could sink this ship." He said reassuringly.
I walked up the plank and looked at the ship I still got a shiver of anxiety as my
husband registered us and we were shown to our cabin.
The room was a shock to my senses as I saw the deepest cherry and oak wood. I
wandered around the room and went back and kissed my husband like a newly wed. I then
went up the deck to say goodbye to all the people that I didn't know.
My maid showed up behind me and I turned around to greet the familiar face that
traveled with me. "I'd like tea in my cabin when I get back." I said and went back to
waving.
Moments later we were adrift and I felt a shudder as the small rudders underneath
me, barely used, began their rotation. I stopped waving to began walking towards our
cabin. There was another shudder and I hung onto my husband so that I wouldn't fall. I
looked across receding water and I saw the massive ship, The New Yorker slowly follow
Titanic in it's wake. I braced myself for the impact and when I found there to be none I
relaxed. "You don't think that that was a sign do you?" I asked nerviously.
"No, what did I tell you about that type of foolishness?" He said to me and I
looked down at the planks of wood.
"I know but there seems to be something in the air." I said and dismissed it, he just
might be right and I might just be overreacting.
That night at dinner we were sitting across from the John Jacob Astor and his
misterss. They were a charming couple, although that scandalus woman couldn't stop
chattering about the langere she was designing. Papa only delved into it because he was an
owner of a store.
I retired early, I didn't have the energy for many of the more youthful endeavors.
Two days later we left the coast of Ireland heading out to sea.
screemplay about two starcrossed lovers, one of the 'wrong' class and the other to marry
a man who should have married his money. I fell into the trappings of this sappy Romeo
and Juliette version of a move. But instead of rmantisizing about the lead actor like many
my age I fell in love with the ship herself and the people that was on that ship that fateful
night.
Dissention set in about the fifteenth watching of the movie. I found myself moving from
the plot to wanting to watch what happened to the real people. I began a search for the
real stories of the people that died on the Titanic.
This is a story about two real star crossed lovers and true accounts* on what they were
reported to be doing on the night of the sinking. This is the story of Ida and Isador Strauss
the owner of Macy's and what they went through on that fateful night.
(* ideas from the book 'A Night to Remember' by Walter Lord, The Night Lives On by
the same author and several other books out there by many copius authors.)
Enjoy!
I got into the car. There was something magical about a maden voyage that can't
be explained. Everything was new so sparkly and fresh and crisp. I looked over at my
husband of some good years. He smiled at me reassuringly and I smiled back. After fourty
one years our marrage is still surviving.
We get to the loading dock and I look up at the ship in amazement. The ship itself
was bigger than Macy's downtown of Manhattan. This in itself was unnerving to no end
and as I got out I expressed this to my husband. "Oh Papa, you don't think that there
could be something wrong with the sixe of this ship, can there?"
"Nothing could sink this ship." He said reassuringly.
I walked up the plank and looked at the ship I still got a shiver of anxiety as my
husband registered us and we were shown to our cabin.
The room was a shock to my senses as I saw the deepest cherry and oak wood. I
wandered around the room and went back and kissed my husband like a newly wed. I then
went up the deck to say goodbye to all the people that I didn't know.
My maid showed up behind me and I turned around to greet the familiar face that
traveled with me. "I'd like tea in my cabin when I get back." I said and went back to
waving.
Moments later we were adrift and I felt a shudder as the small rudders underneath
me, barely used, began their rotation. I stopped waving to began walking towards our
cabin. There was another shudder and I hung onto my husband so that I wouldn't fall. I
looked across receding water and I saw the massive ship, The New Yorker slowly follow
Titanic in it's wake. I braced myself for the impact and when I found there to be none I
relaxed. "You don't think that that was a sign do you?" I asked nerviously.
"No, what did I tell you about that type of foolishness?" He said to me and I
looked down at the planks of wood.
"I know but there seems to be something in the air." I said and dismissed it, he just
might be right and I might just be overreacting.
That night at dinner we were sitting across from the John Jacob Astor and his
misterss. They were a charming couple, although that scandalus woman couldn't stop
chattering about the langere she was designing. Papa only delved into it because he was an
owner of a store.
I retired early, I didn't have the energy for many of the more youthful endeavors.
Two days later we left the coast of Ireland heading out to sea.
