The first-class passengers walked along the gently sloping gangway to the main entrance on B deck, amidships. Others, as unaccustomed to being impressed as she was, were nevertheless staring and exclaiming, some over the sheer size of the oceangoing vessel, others over its shining beauty. Glancing around, Elizabeth saw with satisfaction that she was not the only first-class passenger who looked excited. If you stood it on end, she countered crisply, it would sink.įor the rest of her life, whenever she remembered that remark, she would flush with anguish. But Elizabeth was still stinging from the morning’s argument. If you stood it on end, it would rival the tallest buildings in the world. This had not been her first trip abroad.Įleven stories high, her father commented, seeing the look on Elizabeth’s face. It was the most beautiful ship she had ever seen, and she had seen several. It was enormous, its four huge funnels marching along the boat deck like giant soldiers on guard. The word that sprang first into Elizabeth’s mind was majestic.
But the one whose maiden voyage would carry her and her parents back to New York towered over all of them. There were other, smaller ships there, too. She was still silent when they arrived at dockside shortly before eleven-thirty in the morning.īut the sullen pout left her face when she saw the great ship Titanic anchored in the harbor. During the seventy-nine-mile journey through English villages with names like Surbiton, Woking, and Basingstoke, Elizabeth remained sullenly silent. on the White Star Line boat train for Southampton. It was an argument she lost as always, and the Farr family left Waterloo Station at nine forty-five A.M. We do not have any copies of the book but don’t worry.During one last argument, Elizabeth Farr tried desperately to convince her parents to allow her to stay on in London with her cousins, instead of returning to New York. Of course, it’ll be one I read, eager to delve into more history. Though, I didn’t know there was a sequel to the series until just this moment when I was searching for a picture of the book and saw the second book. It took me some time to read it, but once I did, I didn’t regret it. Within the cover of the book is a small little note to me from her and I’ve cherished the book ever since.
This book was actually bought for me by my grandmother. The story is written beautifully and will make any heart beat and weep for the tragic tale of the Titanic. Titanic: The Longest Night is an enlightening and tragic tale of two teenage couples on the doomed Titanic. I’ll pick random books and tell you a bit about that specific book, the story behind the purchase, and if I’ve read it, what I thought about it. #OnMyShelf is a blog series in which I’ll share some of the books that are currently housed at my house on my shelves.
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