Titanic: Voices From the Disaster
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In this award-winning book, critically acclaimed author Deborah Hopkinson weaves together the voices and stories of real TITANIC survivors and witnesses to the disaster -- from the stewardess Violet Jessop to Captain Arthur Rostron of the CARPATHIA, who came to the rescue of the sinking ship. Packed with heartstopping action, devastating drama, fascinating historical details, loads of archival photographs on almost every page, quotes from primary sources, and painstaking back matter, this gripping story, which follows the TITANIC and its passengers from the ship's celebrated launch at Belfast to her cataclysmic icy end, is sure to thrill and move readers.
suppose he had been soaked fairly well with water, and when we picked him up he was bleeding from the mouth and from the nose. So we did get him on board and I propped him up at the stern of the boat, and we let go his collar, took his collar off, and loosened his shirt so as to give him every chance to breathe; but, unfortunately, he died. I suppose he was too far gone when we picked him up. But the other three survived. I then left the wreck. I went right around and, strange to say, I did not
Titanic. In fact, she had been scared of leaving the safety of the ship. Lifeboat 3 had no emergency supplies — no lanterns, biscuits, or fresh water. If help didn’t arrive, or they drifted too far and got lost, they wouldn’t survive long. Elizabeth didn’t have much confidence in the crew members either. “Our men knew nothing about the position of the stars, hardly how to pull together,” Elizabeth recalled. “Two oars were soon overboard. The men’s hands were too cold to hold on. We stopped
Goldsmith in early 1914, Rhoda Abbott wrote: “I read by the papers the terrible weather you are having. I suppose Frank enjoys it. I know my little fellow used to when he was alive. I have his sled now that he used to enjoy so much, bless his little heart. I know he is safe in God’s keeping, but I miss him So Much.” As an adult, Frank Goldsmith continued to keep in touch with and search for other survivors of the disaster. He gave radio and television interviews on Titanic anniversaries, and was
petticoats; everything else has gone . . . We are sleeping like a lot of dead things all over the floors of the ship . . . I dare say you all have lots of sympathy for me, but believe me, I am one of the lucky ones. My life is saved, my health is not impaired, and I have not lost anyone belonging to me. I tell you I have lots to be thankful for. I was ready to go down with the ship but they forced me into the lifeboat. I think it wicked to save the single girls, but now that I saved a baby whose
clammy. I shivered,” said Violet. “It was indeed a night for bed, warmth, and cozy thoughts of home and firesides. I thought of the man in the crow’s nest as I came indoors, surely an unenviable job on such a night.” Since she had served on other ships, Violet knew that lookouts were posted twenty-four hours a day in the crow’s nest high above the deck. But since the introduction of Guglielmo Marconi’s new wireless system, first demonstrated in 1896, ships like the Titanic also had another way