When we were headed down into Tennessee, I saw a sign on a billboard that advertised a Titanic exhibit in Detroit. It went through September the first. I remember saying something to my parents about it, but I didn’t really hope that I would be able to go to it. But we did.
It was just Daddy, Harrison and I because Mommy was lying in bed with a fever.
We arrived and walked around a little bit before we got in line. We were handed ‘boarding passes’ which were little slips of cardboard that had names and facts of real people that were on the Titanic when it sunk. “Make sure you look to see if you survived at the end of the exhibit,” said the lady who had handed out our boarding passes. So we engaged ourselves in learning more about our people while we waited to go inside.
My person was named Miss Bridget Delia McDermott. She was 28 years of age, and was from Addergoole, Ireland. Bridget was traveling with several Irish immigrants. She was third class (which I was not satisfied with, because the ‘travelers that were accompanying me’ were all in second class). She was traveling to St. Louis, Missouri to visit her cousins.
I had a notebook with me to take notes, and I took a lot. I walked around, reading all the placards and looking at the artifacts and reading about them.
I learned that the Titanic had a room fully dedicated to bacon. I love bacon so much, and I really wished that I had been on the Titanic. (“Can I have a cabin in the Bacon Room please?” “I’m sorry, Miss, but you are not a slab of bacon, I presume?” “No, I dare say I’m not.” “Well, then, why don’t we leave the bacon to the Bacon Room, and may I lead you to your cabin…. the one meant for people?” Yeah, that wouldn’t go well.)
After the first room, we wandered into a little hallway. It was designed to look like one of the hallways on the Titanic. There were even doors off of the hallway, but you couldn’t go in: they were locked. Probably just led to a wall, anyway.
Another little thing I found interesting was the menus. I pushed my way back through the people so I could write them all down.
First Class Menu:
Consomme Olga Cream of Barley
Salmon, Mousseline sauce, Cucumber
Filet, Mignons lili
Saute of chicken, Lyonnaise
Vegetable marrow farcie
Lamb, Mint sauce
Sirloin of beef Chateau potatoes
Roast squab & cress
Cold asparagus vinaigrette
Pate de foie gras
Peaches in chartreuse jelly
Chocolate and vanilla eclairs
French ice cream
Suburban Sheep Shirt
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Baked haddock, Sharp sauce
Curried chicken & rice
Spring lamb & mint sauce
Roast turkey, Cranberry sauce
Green peas Puree turnips
Boiled and roast potatoes
Wine jelly Cocoant sandwich
American ice cream
Third Class Menu (my food)
Roast pork, Sage, and Onions
Cabin biscuits, Fresh bread
Plum pudding, Sweet sauce
Ragout of beef, Potatoes, Pickles
Fresh bread & butter
Those are the three menus for the three different classes. Now, how many of those foods did you know? Baked haddock? What kind of meat (if it is at all) is baked haddock? It sounds like a kind of fish. But lets move on.
Into a dark room we marched. Creepy music played, and lights shined on a big iceberg. A placard near the iceberg said that the water was below freezing, around 28 degrees Fahrenheit. Then it invited me to touch the iceberg. ‘The water was even colder than this iceberg’ it said. The iceberg was pretty cold, but I think they could have made it even colder.
In the last room, I read about diving to the Titanic. It would take 2.5 hours to reach the Titanic, one way. I don’t think I could stand it that long.
And the first seven lifeboats off of the Titanic only carried 106 people, even though they could have fit 430. 324 men and teens over 15 died because they weren’t let on the lifeboats.
I read about a little boy named Frankie Goldsmith who, after surviving the Titanic as a kid, lived near Tiger Stadium. However, he never became a fan, because all the cheering sounded too much like the screams of people aboard the Titanic.
The last survivor was named Millvina Dean. She died on May 31, 2009, at the ripe old age of 97.
At the end of the Titanic exhibit, there was, as the lady had said, a wall covered with names of people who lived and died. Daddy and Harrison had already found their names. They both are now dead. I, however, am still alive! Yay!
We also watched a movie, my first one in an IMAX theater. The sound is very loud, so I am glad it was just a clip showing the Titanic on the bottom of the sea, and not some really loud movie, like Night at the Museum, Battle of the Smithsonian.
I liked the Titanic exhibit, and I learned a lot.