99 years ago at 11:40 p.m., the R.M.S. Titanic struck an iceberg on her maiden voyage and sank in the North Atlantic on April 15th at 2:20 a.m.
I have returned from Holiday in time to commemorate this history making event at our Titanic museum attraction in Branson, Missouri. This will mark the fifth anniversary for the museum in Branson, and our first anniversary for our Titanic museum attraction in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. We dedicate our museum existence to keeping the memory of Titanic and her passengers and crew alive in memory.
Troubling as it may sound there have been some guests that have suggested that without the tragedy, we at the museums would not have jobs, believe me, as much as I am grateful for my present employment at the museums, if this tragedy could have been prevented by not occurring I would gladly seek another career path. But it did occur and we at the museums are honored to tell her story.
It seems like a very long time ago; however, my grandmother was 18 when the tragedy took place, and since most of my adolescent life was spent with my Grandmother, I feel as if I’m a girl from that time period. She trained me in the niceties of etiquette, proper dress, nurtured in me proper posture, having walked with stacks of books on my head since the time I was six, curtsies and coyness were part of my upbringing. She was an elocutionist and she would be thrilled to learn how often I recite poems and speak for the public, thanks to the Titanic Museum.
I fear that many of the aforementioned skills are now considered a lost art. But I am grateful with my familiarity with a time gone by.
At the Titanic museum we afford our guests with an opportunity to enter that elegant time, and daily I see how just the effect of learning about Titanic, and her passengers, will soften even the most hardened, modern day guy or gal. Women become more “lady like”, men suddenly become, “gentlemen”. The little girls are smitten with we maids and become little “princesses”. And the boys, well they are the backbone of our museum, filled with heroic fantasies of “what they might do” when faced with a dire situation like the sinking of Titanic, our little boys become, “heroes”.
Not bad for an afternoon escape in the past.
Hope to see many of you this weekend for a time of remembering what happened 99 years ago. There will be more tears this weekend, as there should be, for we at the museum all care very deeply for what happened to those ill fated passengers and crew, including the ten dogs that were aboard. And of course, the loss of our “beauty”, the R.M.S. Titanic.
First Class Maid, Jaynee