In my last blog all of us had a chance to remember those
who perished and who struggled to survive but most important it was a time to
reflect on how precious our lives are. Perhaps what I shared with you might have
given you that moment to reflect. If not,
perhaps you can take that moment now.
The Lifeboat – Rescue –
New York
I left you where Margaret was in Lifeboat #6. I am not sure what was going through her mind
other than survival. She had endured an experience
neither she nor any of the other over 700 survivors would ever forget.
In excerpts paraphrased from museum documents; she started rowing with
the others and encountered criticism and frustration from the crewman in charge
of the lifeboat, Quartermaster Hichens.
He was at the
rudder, and standing much higher than everyone.
The quartermaster in command of the boat burst out in a frightened
voice, and warned every one of the fate that awaited them, telling them their
task in rowing away from the sinking ship was futile, as Titanic was so large that in sinking it would draw everything for
miles around down with her suction. The
ship was still fully lighted, but not one moving object was visible. Suddenly there
was a rift in the water, the sea opened up, and the surface foamed like giant
arms spread around the ship, and the vessel disappeared from sight. Then, not a sound was heard. Margaret spent the remaining four hours
rowing with others, arguing with the Quartermaster regarding directions and
actions to take, and tried to keep everyone as positive as possible that they
would be saved.
While
glancing around, watching the edge of the horizon, the voice of the young woman
at the oar exclaimed, “There is a flash of light!” All looked in the direction
pointed out, and the quartermaster said “That is a falling star.” It became
lighter, and later was multiplied by others on the lighted deck. Finally, he
was convinced then that it was a ship. He said it was the Olympic, as she was to have passed after midnight (the Olympic actually passed two days later).
Then he gave a sigh of relief, and again ordered everyone to drop the oars.
By the time they
reached the Carpathia, the heavy sea
was running. A rope was then thrown to them,
which was spliced in four at the bottom, where a wide board was held together
by four large knots. Feet first, they got on and sat on the seat that formed a
swing. Catching hold of the one thick rope, they were hoisted up to where a
dozen of the crew and officers and doctors were waiting. Stimulants were given to
those who needed them, and hot coffee was provided. Everything was done for their
comfort; the Carpathia passengers
shared their staterooms, clothes, and toilet articles. The passengers then
retired to the far corner of the ship where the deck-chairs were placed, giving
the lounge up completely to the survivors.
When Margaret
was on board the Carpathia, she found
people speechless, half-clad, their eyes protruding and hair streaming
down. The overflow beds were made on the
couches in the lounge, and pallets or blankets were made on the floor. Margaret felt it was her duty to help those
less fortunate. She first assisted in
the communication with those who spoke a different language. Over the years from her traveling and
schooling she had learned around five languages. She hoped that she might assist and reassure
those that they were being taken care of.
She then started a group, along with a few of her other first class
passengers, called the Survivors Committee and was elected chairperson. The mission was to raise money for the less
fortunate, to make arrangements for communicating to their families that they
had survived and were safe, to listen to their stories and concerns, and to
make sure that some means of housing were available for them when they reached
New York. The day before reaching New
York, Margaret was told that $10,000 had been raised. The Titanic
Survivors Committee continued to check that the company was keeping their promise
and that all were cared for.
Margaret also
recognized the significance of the hard work and heroic efforts that the crew
and Captain Rostron had made for their rescue.
She started making provisions to provide for an honorary recognition of the
captain and the crew to show the survivor’s gratitude for saving so many lives.
After three
days, as the Carpathia was nearing
the harbor, it was surrounded by smaller boats that went out to meet it, filled
with newspaper men and photographers. After arriving, White Star Line officials and
general aid corps left the ship. The survivors found it was necessary to
improvise beds in the lounge, so Margaret remained with them on board all
night. There were many who had friends on the dock, but did not know it, so
with each one an escort was sent and the names called out, and those finding
their friends would return to the ship and report. They kept a list of their whereabouts. For
some of those remaining, telegrams were sent that night and the next morning.
The next
morning on the ship, Margaret was joined with five members of the committee,
who brought on $5,000, so they said, in funds to be distributed among the much
overworked crew of the Carpathia.
This being done, an order was given to create a loving-cup to be presented to
the captain on the return of his ship from Naples. Having taken a list of those
of the survivors who were to be assisted, a copy was made and given to the
White Star agents who came on the boat.
When I have
the opportunity I tell this portion of Margaret’s life and contribution to
assist with the aftermath of the Titanic. It demonstrates to me how truly strong she
was. She always seemed to know the right
thing to do. She never considered
herself a heroine; she felt it was her duty as a human being. I will continue with her story when we get to
New York in a few days.
Arriving in Halifax, Nova Scotia
We were told
that Halifax is sometimes known as the City of Sorrows. After arriving, we woke to a very foggy and
emotionally depressing morning. It
seemed that the Halifax weather was matching our mood. We had been to the emotionally wrenching
service at the ship’s location, and now had arrived at the site that accepted
the few recovered bodies. All the Titanic related cities we have seen were
either a part of the creation or the launching of the ship of dreams. This city is a place to pay respects for the
few recovered perished souls that were the only human remains left from the
tragedy.
Originally, White
Star officials in New York first believed that the damaged Titanic would sail to Halifax, the closest major port and trains
with relatives and immigration officials departed from New York to
Halifax. Hours after the Titanic sinking was confirmed, White
Star Line commissioned cable ships (used to lay trans-Atlantic telephone
cables) based in Halifax to recover the bodies of victims. On April 17, the White Star Line released
Canadian steamer Mackay-Bennett with
coffins and canvas bags to recover bodies.
306 bodies were recovered, 116 buried at sea, and Mackay-Bennett returned to Halifax April 26th with 190
bodies. The White Star Line released the Minia,
April 22nd which recovered 17 bodies, two of which were buried at sea. Victims were unloaded at the Coal of Flagship
Wharf and brought by horse drawn carriage to a temporary morgue (at the Curling
Ice Arena).
Victims were
buried in three cemeteries between May 3rd and June 12th.
Mount Olivet
Cemetery was for Catholics – 19 victims were buried there.
Baron De
Hirsch Cemetery was for Jewish- 10 victims were buried there.
The other 121
victims were presumed protestant and buried at Fairview Lawn Cemetery.
Another 59
bodies were sent by train to their families.
Many stories
have been told about the victims, but there is one special one that I believe
everyone holds dear to their hearts. A
child was found in the water with no marks or injuries. The crew of the Mackay-Bennett was so moved that they paid for his memorial and
insisted on a memorial service. He had been given identification No. 4. He was wearing a gray coat with fur, brown
serge frock, flannel garment, petticoat, pink woolen singlet, brown shoes and
stockings. For many years the child
became the symbol of all the lost children on the Titanic. The child was finally identified after many years as 19
month old Sidney Leslie Goodwin. The
Goodwin’s were traveling from Southampton as third class passengers with their
6 children- Sidney was the youngest. His
entire family died.
The tour of Titanic
related Halifax history included a drive by and short discussion of both the
Catholic and Jewish cemeteries and a stop at the Fair View Lawn Cemetery. It was a respectful display with the three
rows of headstones placed in the shape of the prow of a ship (although it isn’t
known if that was intentional). The
weather, site, and the quietness, seemed to bring a sense of serenity and
closure to the tremendous loss of life.
So many lives lost, and such a relatively small number recovered and
buried in this site. Halifax is a
wonderful seaport city that has accepted a heavy burden, and can stand tall for
its contribution to the Titanic
legacy.
Margaret made multiple trips to Halifax with her
nieces to lay wreaths on the graves here.
I could picture her sharing a moment with those that perished. In my Chasing
Molly journey, I know in my heart that this is something she would have
done. She continued to support the
Survivors Committee until her death in 1932.
This is the first time I think the disaster of the Titanic became truly real to me. It really did happen, it still feels very
fresh to me, and the memorial service seemed to me like 100 years had not
passed since the tragedy. I can feel the
pain and anguish everyone must have felt, survivors, family of the perished,
the unknown, the searching, and the heartache.
I am sure after 100 years so many of us feel this way, no wonder it
changed Margaret’s life forever. We all
hate to see suffering, someone who has lost a loved one, watching the grief.
I have become very close to this tragedy more
than I ever thought I would…we felt that we paid our respects... But I don’t
believe you can ever truly pay enough after a tragedy of this enormity.
We are on to our last stop in Chasing Molly… New York City