Saturday, April 14, 2012
One hundred years ago, at 2:20 am, the Titanic sank on its maiden voyage in the middle of the north Atlantic. It feels like a very distant time--and yet, not.
I was 11 when the movie Titanic came out and I saw it three times in the theaters. I know it's extremely cheesy, but it remains one of my favorite movies and the story of the ship and its doomed voyage is one of the first times I remember becoming enamored of a particular real-life historical story.
Not only was there an epic, tragic, romantic love story movie that came out when I was at an impressionable age, but there was something of a family story, too. My great-grandmother nearly got on the Titanic coming from Ireland to America. She didn't get on it (either she or her friend became sick and couldn't get on) and later came to New York on the Oceanic.