Every once in a while history and real life collide.
This year marks the 103rd anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.
Given the number of film and articles written and dispersed over that time, I don’t think I need to retell the story.
What does this have to do with me? My great-grandfather was supposed to be on Titanic as a ship’s printer; that’s right, my great-grandfather was employed by White Star Line. I never knew my great-grandfather, so I’ll never know exactly why he quit instead of jumping at the chance to serve on what was already the most famous ship of its day. But quit he did; he obtained new employment on the banana boats. I know this because of the matchsafe he left behind:
I do know great-granddad lost friends and colleagues and acquaintances that cold April night; it is only by Divine Providence he did not perish as well.
And while I couldn’t find his immigration records (I forget his first name), here’s the immigration record for my grandpa:
Oh, and today marks the two-year anniversary of this blog. Happy Anniversary to Me!
Running In My Head 
Charles Frederick Woods is the name you seek.
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I had no clue about the matchsafe! That is an awesome family artifact.
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Intriguing family history. Great stuff to enjoy and pass to other generations. Congratulations on your Two Year Word Press anniversary. I greatly enjoy your blog.
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