“Today, 18th April, 1912. Carpathia finally arrives in New York. She passes her own Cunard pier, making her way to drop off Titanic’s lifeboats at the White Star Line pier, before returning to the Cunard pier to unload Titanic’s weary crew and passengers.”
There would be no smiling, cheering crowds waiting for the Titanic in New York on April 17. Instead, on April 18th the RMS Carpathia sailed into the harbor with a little over 700 bedraggled and weary survivors. At the White Star Line Pier she drops off 13 wooden boats. At 882 feet long the only remaining things of the so called Ship of Dreams were 13 lifeboats measuring 30 feet long.
For many this was meant to be the entry into a new life , a new opportunity to better the lives of themselves and their families. Instead the arrival only brought into focus the clear and cold reality of what had just been lost.
According to the memoirs of Lady Duff Gordon, ” … where ten thousand men and women had waited for over two hours in a drizzling rain for news of friends and relatives who had been on the Titanic. Before the ship anchored we caught glimpses of white anxious faces with desperate eyes scanning our decks as the vast crowd waited silently. Women wrapped in costly furs and millionaires who had driven up in luxurious cars stood shoulder to shoulder with men and women from the slums, allied in a common sorrow, hoping the same forlorn hope. Most of the women were crying and the men stared straight ahead with set faces.”
Thus concludes my last post on the RMS Titanic. May she and those that followed her to the watery depths rest in peace secure in the knowledge that even though a century has passed, we still remember and we still mourn for her loss.
“Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.”
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
For me this 100 year anniversary is the last final farewell. Tonight and tomorrow morning will mark the epilogue for the story of the RMS Titanic. She was created, she sailed, she sank, she is remembered, and finally, she leaves us.
To the memory of those who perished in the sinking of the RMS Titanic in the early hours of April 15, 1912,requiescat in pace.
Today the MS Balmoral will set sail from Southampton and I will be crying.
To be able to witness this great event is bittersweet because this will never happen again. Even if our future generations pause to mark another century, there will be nothing left. Not only will this Cruise be the first and last of it’s kind, but this will also be the end for the Titanic. After 100 years she deserves her rest don’t you think?
The Ocean always keeps what she claims. It has been this way since the beginning of time and it will remain so until the sun fades. Even if mankind were to selfishly try to fight for claim over the Titanic, the ocean will never let her go. In a few years she will devour the Titanic completely. Nothing will be left but faint pieces of a magnificent past. Memories tenderly cherished and passed down.
This last final farewell is the epilogue for the story of the RMS Titanic. She was created, she sailed, she sank, she is remembered, and finally, she will leave us.
Requiescat in Pace.
Another beautiful Paul Poiret gown. This oriental dress clearly represented Paul Poiret’s distinctive eclecticism, has loose-fitting, not unnaturally tight.
In 1906, when the S-curve silhouette was still overwhelmingly popular, Poiret introduced high waist corsetless dresses. He shifted the fashion trend substantially from 19th-century dresses in artistic forms with excessive decoration toward innovative clothing that accentuated the natural beauty of the human body.