Journal

13 April, 1912 6:53 pm Dear Liz,

One day ago today, I boarded the //Titanic//. They sure didn't name it that for publicity! This ship IS titanic. She has more rooms than I can remember. Well, in the past day I have explored every nook and crany I could in this time limit. I'm only allowed on FOUR bloody decks. The first and second classes are allowed on more than four decks. Well that is certainly absurb! Last time I checked I thought we were free to roam around the bloody ship. Anyways, I should have you know that I'm disapointed in my cabin that is on Upper E Deck. The loo is in betweeen the the bunks! I mean where is the bloody privacy around here?! Although my temper is not at its best, I should say that (other than the loo) my cabin is quite pleasant. My cabin mates are two of the nicest people I could meet in a cabin. I'm occupying my cabin with a woman named Elizabeth, who is a nurse, and a liittle girl named Virginia, who is currently ill. On Bridge B Deck, I can play games on the Third Class Poop Deck. I do have to complain about the cargo and the mooring machinery. They get in the bloody way sometimes. It is very annoying to just hear that retchid machine while I'm trying to relax. Now on Shelter C Deck there is the Third Class General and Smoking Rooms. When I'm in the General room, I feel like I'm in a train or bus station. There are so many benches it isn't even funny! Don't even get me started the Smoking Room! It has the appearance of a bar with benches in the bloody center. And on each table there is a vase for spitting out chewing tobacco. I find chewing tobacco, cigarettes, and cigars repulsive. I don't know how anyone can do these things. I gag at the thought. On the final deck I am allowed on, Middle F Deck, we have here the Third Class Dining Saloon. They certainly didn't try hard to fancy it up. The tables are so long. I bet you they were trying to fnd the longest tables for in here so that way we wouldn't overflow into any other dining saloon. All of the tables were preset for our arrival. at least they had the descency to be hospitable to the third class passengers such as I. Now I must go to bed if I want an early start tomorrow. Good bye for now love. As Always Yours, Amy

14 April, 1912 11:40 pm Dear Liz,

I have recently felt some kind of a jar and the the engines seem to have stopped. I had been reading a good book and then all of a sudden this horrific sound came. This frightened me so much, I lost my page. The sound itself was the most disturbing, nerve wrecking sound I have ever heard. My cabin mates had been sleeping soundly up until now. Poor Virginia, the little girl has been quite ill. They asked me what that sound was and I honestly couldn't answer them. I told them that I'd go and find out what it was and left my cabin wearing my nightgown, a coat, and a pair of slippers. I could not stop thinking about that sound and the way it shook the room. While I was out of the cabin, The calming hum of the engines stopped. I was beginning to think the worst. I'm afraid my good friend that I may never write in you again. Alas, all good things come to an end. I also fear that my time aboard the Titanic may come to an end as well. Anyways, I was searching for one of the stewards when I over heard someone saying, "Blime, I think we've struck an iceberg!" This all confirmed my earlier assumptions. As I write in you now Liz, the stewards are ordering us onto the boat decks with our lifebelts on. I know this wasn't a good discription of the events taking place tonight, but I am hurriedly writing in you so that there is at the very least one discription of these horrible events. I shall now try to leave and get to the boat deck. I will try and take you with me as one of my souvenirs of my time with the RMS Titanic. I should have known that with a name like Titanic, it would jinx our trip. Now I must say brief good byes to ensure my safety. Good bye now love.

As Always Yours, Amy

15 April, 1912 12:45 am Dear Liz,

Looks like I have enough time to write in you again. The others in my class are all panicking. Some of the others awoke with water on the floors of their rooms. W are all trying to get outside, but thecrew members won't let us. Everyone is trying to get out of the bloody room. I hear some people talking about the water that seems to be getting higher in some areas of the deck we are curretly occupating. I am just sitting at one of the tables in the room trying to get some resolution by writing down my feelings and what is happening. I have keep my mouth shut so that way I don't scream. I am terribly afraid as of this moment. I feel like I am being suffocated because of the amount of people in this room. It is almost 1 in the morning and I have heard a crew member say that "Lifeboat No. 7 has been dropped down". This is just making me panic even more. The crew members are treating us like we are the bloody worst people here. We are all the same so why am I being treated this way? All we 3rd class passengers have done was treat the crew with utter respect, and in return when the ship is sinking we are treated like the common courtesy we showed was forgotten. This makes me feel outraged. They started loading the lifeboats with women and children, but they haven't started to load 3rd class yet. I am so frightened. I'm afraid I am close to tears of fear right now. Me, a grown woman, is close to tears. The only actions I am taking at this moment are sitting and writing in you Liz. I feel so frightened that I am shaking as I write in you. Please forgive my briefness tonight of all nights. My fear is overcoming me right now, so I will only write in you when I feel suitable fro the task. Good bye for now love.

As Always Yours, Amy